I'm in Detective Conan, and the system has appointed Batman.

Chapter 492 Ireland: Me, test? Who's plotting against me with this tower?

Ireland has turned red.

It has become warm and red in the literal sense.

When he saw the warehouse where Curaçao was suddenly explode, and his own detonator didn't give any feedback, he knew that someone was probably plotting against him and had planted other explosives in the warehouse.

Those capable of planting explosives are mostly members of the Black Organization.

However, Ireland couldn't fathom who could be so malicious.

No, Curaçao was a close confidant of Rum. Who would be so bored as to plant a mine and blow him up? Does that make sense? Curaçao was killed in the explosion, and I'm the one to take the blame!

Ireland can't even imagine how furious the rum industry would be if they knew about this.

Fortunately, it wasn't just Rum who lost his composure; he lost his composure too.

He picked up his binoculars and stared at the abandoned warehouse for a long time until the fire department and hospital staff arrived. Only then did he have to admit that Curaçao seemed to be dead.

"Ireland, Vermouth and I will be leaving Tokyo one after the other."

"Heh, although I don't think Batman poses much of a threat to me, your plan to restrain him has indeed been very effective. I will report this to that official later."

Gin's voice came through the headphones.

Unlike other times, Gin seemed to be in a good mood after downing the rye whiskey, and even his tone became calmer. However, while Gin's tone calmed down, he didn't!

Ireland's face changed, and he said angrily,

"Gin! Curaçao is dead, and I have no interest in distinguishing right from wrong!"

"I only have one question: Was it you who planted several times the normal amount of explosives in the warehouse in Curaçao and detonated them at the last moment, blowing the roof of the warehouse off?!"

Gin: ?

What's wrong with you? Why are you yelling so loudly? If you have a problem, go find Rum!

Gin, who had been sitting in the car and whose complexion had improved slightly, darkened again.

He turned his head to look at Vermouth, his gaze questioning. Vermouth nodded slightly, then shook her head, an attitude that made Gin's eyes show a hint of doubt.

what do you mean?

If you blew it up, then you blew it up; if you didn't blew it up, then you didn't blew it up.

Why nod first and then shake your head?

Vermouth did this for a very simple reason.

She did plant explosives in the warehouse in Curaçao, but not enough to blow up the roof. If Ireland wasn't exaggerating, then she wasn't the only one who wanted to kill Curaçao.

It seems like this blame can be shifted elsewhere. She can try to find someone who fits that description.

"Ireland, I can tell you that definitively."

“I don’t need such underhanded methods to kill Curaçao. If you come to me with this kind of tone again and talk about these things for no reason, I dare say you won’t see the sun rise the next day!”

Gin retorted without any hesitation.

However, Ireland completely ignored Gin's direct attack, simply hanging up the call with a gloomy face, picking up his sniper rifle, and heading towards the stairwell.

If you confront Gin now, he definitely won't confess.

He had to explain the situation to the rum, lest the rum think he intentionally murdered Curaçao and then take action against him. In short, regardless of whether Gin was the one who attacked Curaçao, the blame had to be placed on Gin!

The temporary headquarters of the Black Organization in Tokyo.

Rum had already heard Ireland's account.

The second-in-command of the Black Organization had a somewhat gloomy expression. He was quite angry about the information. He thought Ireland was a promising talent, which was why he had Ireland replace Pisco.

As a result, Ireland not only failed to achieve anything in Tokyo, but also did something bizarre and outrageous.

Even his deputy, Curaçao, was caught in Ireland's scheme. If Ireland wasn't a mole, then he was a truly terrible teammate. It would be better to find an opportunity to put such a terrible teammate under that big shot's command.

Putting everything else aside, at least it can strengthen that person's henchmen, right?

Unfortunately, Ireland offended Gin too badly, so much so that he can't get Ireland into Gin's task force now.

"Ireland, next, I need you to investigate the warehouse matter."

"I need you to confirm Curaçao's condition, whether he's alive or dead."

"I want you to find the person who supposedly planted the other explosives, find out who it is, and find out how the explosives were planted. If you can find them, then this matter is settled."

"I can consider having you succeed Curaçao as my deputy, but if not..."

The sound of rum was suppressed anger.

Upon hearing this, Ireland quickly nodded in agreement.

After a while, he managed to avoid being fired from his position as head of the Tokyo branch by Rum. He ended the call, then slumped into his computer chair, scratching his head in frustration.

His contribution in helping bourbon whiskey kill rye whiskey can be considered a merit.

However, the fact that his miscalculation led to Curaçao's death will undoubtedly cause him to lose favor with rum.

Falling out of favor isn't scary; what's scary is when everyone knows he's fallen out of favor.

Ireland's previous effective command in Tokyo was based on its fondness for rum.

If the rest of Tokyo knew that Ireland had a bad relationship with gin and a broken relationship with rum, then the others would surely become disaffected, and the efforts would be much less effective.

He needs to find a way to turn things around.

However, Ireland could not think of a way to reverse the situation under these circumstances.

After all, this is a vicious cycle.

He fell out of favor with Rum, the peripheral members of the Black Organization in Tokyo became increasingly disloyal, his efficiency declined, and he fell even further out of favor with Rum, causing even greater disloyalty among the peripheral members of the Black Organization in Tokyo...

"That damn Gin..."

Ireland said through gritted teeth.

He needed to find evidence to prove that Gin had attacked Curaçao, but where could he possibly get such evidence? He was completely at a loss!

Just as Ireland was deep in thought.

A notification sound appears on the computer screen indicating that the email has been delivered.

He looked up at the computer in surprise, then double-clicked to open the email. His gaze fell on the email content on the computer screen, and the sender of the email surprised him.

This is an email from bourbon whiskey to him.

This codenamed member, whom he suspected was a mole within the Japanese Public Security Bureau and nearly shot on the spot, now surprisingly offered a helping hand, revealing that he possessed evidence that was extremely damaging to Gin…

Bourbon whiskey.

Ireland said in a low voice.

Chapter 493 Batman in the Apartment

"Honestly, I played mahjong all day and I don't know anything about it!"

"It's unbelievable that the Steel Society, which had been destroyed, suddenly reappeared at this time. They're even challenging Batman again with the same old tricks. It makes me feel like I'm not in Beika Town, but in Gotham City."

"Moreover, given how strict the controls are, where did these terrorists get their gunpowder from?"

Sitting on the bed, Conan kept talking.

Ai Haibara merely glanced at Conan sitting behind her, then completely ignored his chatter and continued typing away on the keyboard as usual, completing the programming assignment her teacher had given her.

It's pointless to talk to Shinichi Kudo about other things.

Shinichi Kudo is a complete stubborn person.

When Batman returned with the data cable and whipped him around like a top, Shinichi Kudo behaved himself.

"Haibara, are you good at programming?"

When this topic was mentioned, Ai Haibara did not respond.

Conan then moved closer to the computer and curiously examined the code on it.

Speaking of which, when he was in Hawaii...

"You're a boy, going into a girl's room and standing so close, don't you feel ashamed?"

Ai Haibara glanced at Conan and said bluntly.

Faced with this question, Conan blinked and asked with some confusion,

"We're kids now, why should we care about this?"

Ai Haibara: ?

You didn't have this attitude when you saw Ran Mouri.

A two-faced hero, huh?

Ai Haibara ignored him and quickly finished her remaining programming assignment. Then, Conan seemed to sense something, turned to look towards the living room, and whispered...

"Haibara, someone's here."

Ai Haibara placed her hand on the power button and pressed it gently.

She said without turning her head.

"Yes, someone's coming."

"Batman is back."

You didn't even go over to see who it was, so how can you be so sure?

Conan was somewhat suspicious.

Conan couldn't hold back any longer when he noticed that Ai Haibara's earpiece seemed to be connected to her phone, not her computer, and that turning off the computer wouldn't cause Ai Haibara to lose contact with Chen En.