Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

Aoyagi Binguang next to him heard the movement, and while continuing to wait for Kudo Shinichi's reply, he released the hand that was suppressing him so that he could answer the call.

The moment Aoyagi Binguang let go, the eagle also let go of his knitted hat, but it was still parked beside the driver's seat pillow in the front seat, staring covetously at his head.

"……I remember."

"Is it Akai? Excuse me, I am the head of the investigation team for another female serial murder case, Freya Foster."

The two people's mobile phones sounded almost at the same time.

Akai Shuichi pressed the speakerphone so that both himself and Aoyagi Binguang could hear the other party's call.

"What I'm telling you is, 'In the past, I felt annoyed that she always kissed me, felt that she was pretending to be cute by always asking me to call her 'Yukiko-nee', and felt that she would drag me down every time the couple quarreled. Go in'..."

Kudo Shinichi, who was being kidnapped, didn't seem nervous at all. His voice was calm and clear, falling into the car as softly as a feather.

"After the suspect kidnapped Kamel, we entered his house to search and found the body of a young girl in the basement freezer. According to the neighbor's description, it might be his daughter who died a few years ago. There was also a string of bones made of of wind chimes.”

The voice of the female detective who entered the suspect's home was filled with uncontrollable anger.

"——'But in my heart, she is the best mother in the world. I love her.'"

"The wind chime is made up of thirteen bones. The upper bell supports are two shoulder blades. Four ribs hang on the main line of the outer ring. The central 'bell' is the nasal bone, surrounded by six finger bones... In the belly of his pet dog, there are also There is an incompletely digested finger bone.”

"Although no DNA identification has been carried out, it is determined from the bones... that they are the remains of the injured detectives and their relatives."

Several passages with completely opposite artistic conceptions made the car as dead as a tomb.

A few seconds later, Kudo Shinichi spoke again, and he seemed to hear a female voice.

"Teacher Qingliu, are there any female colleagues around you?... All I can think of is what I just said. If you want to confirm, I can repeat what I said to my dad..."

"No need. I don't remember that." Aoyagi Binguang stopped him.

At this point, even Shuichi Akai, who was not present, could be sure that the other person was the real Shinichi Kudo.

Aoyagi Binguang sighed softly, and his voice softened a lot: "I'm sorry, because your situation surprised me a little, and I have to confirm your identity first... We have contacted the emergency service team, and people from the FBI will also rush over."

He paused, and then kindly reminded the young detective:

"By the way, the environment in the United States is different from that in Japan. During hostage rescue operations, some members will react 'too quickly' and mistake the hostages for robbers and kill them... Unless you are sure to escape directly to a safe area, don't act rashly. "

Kudo Shinichi: "???"

Kudo Shinichi: "I, I understand..."

Aoyagi Binguang hung up the phone. He looked at Akai Shuichi next to him and seemed to agree that he should rush there now.

When Shuichi Akai saw that he agreed, he put the phone on the stand beside him and immediately started the car. But his call didn't end, the female agent's voice kept coming.

"In addition to the basement, we found the remains of his wife, Mrs. Lucas, in the master bedroom on the second floor."

The female agent spoke very quickly, as if she had taken more than one deep breath before speaking out the following situation smoothly.

"She was leaning on the bed, covered with a quilt, and there were obvious pinch marks on her arms and neck... She was a pregnant woman, six months pregnant."

"Aaron Lucas used her body to set up a trap. He placed bombs next to her abdomen. As long as someone tried to touch and move her body, the fuse would be pulled, causing the bombs to explode immediately."

"........."

Even Akai Shuichi, who had seen many disgusting things during his undercover period, couldn't help but frown at this moment.

"How did you find out?"

He couldn't help but ask. It's not that he looks down on his colleagues, it's just that many agents - such as Kamel - are careless and careless in their daily lives. When they see a pregnant woman lying there, they will definitely approach, touch and try to rescue them as soon as possible without taking any precautions...

"It's Qingliu." The female detective said, "Is he with you? I have handled several cases with him. He told me at that time that you must use the greatest malice to figure out the minds of criminals..."

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Outskirts of Brooklyn.

In the factory, after Kamel was kidnapped together with Kudo Shinichi, he was taken out alone and tied to a chair placed in the middle of the high aisle.

This kidnapper is like a villain in a traditional movie. He kills the kidnapper neatly in the background. If he is a named character, he won't kill him directly. He has to do some fancy things, leaving the protagonist with a precious opportunity to rescue his teammates.

Kamel had the seal on his mouth and could only moan. He watched the kidnappers tampering with the iron plate of the walkway and was full of questions but could not ask any questions.

Do the robbers have any accomplices?

How is that boy?

Did the FBI know they were kidnapped?

Akai...Did his mistake bring trouble to Akai again?

Kamal's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Especially when he heard footsteps coming from below, and the sound obviously did not come from rescuers, his fear and regret reached its peak.

He was so focused on the movement below that he missed it - the robber in front of him also widened his eyes in fear when he looked over there...

Chapter 234 Traitor

This is a two-story abandoned factory. The internal lighting facilities are damaged. The only light source shines through the square window above, and the floating dust becomes clearly visible in the air.

A young man was carrying a suitcase, and the sunlight cast tiny spots of light on his black clothes. He walked forward in a hurry.

His name is Ross, and he was a member of a small gang many years ago. He was caught on the spot by FBI agents from the New York branch who were guarding other criminals on the roadside for trying to plant a bomb on the chassis of a rival gang. He was only released from prison a year ago.

Even if the sentence was reduced for the sake of no death, the prison sentence still destroyed his original world: he had a conflict with others in prison and lost half of his tongue. After he was released from prison, his parents moved away and his girlfriend took the children away. It turned out that the child The gang has long been annexed by other forces.

With no place to live and no money on him, he could only be a homeless man, but he couldn't even say a complete and clear sentence when begging. Just when Ross was desperate, he met a brother from his old gang.

The brother helped him and then asked him if he wanted to do some "dirty work."

Because he had been in prison, Ross could not find a serious job. He had been completely rejected by this society, this country, and this world. So when he heard his brother's invitation, he agreed on the spot.

He then enters a criminal organization that is larger and more mysterious than his original gang.

The name of the organization is unknown, and the number of members is unknown. Outstanding members can get a wine code and earn more money. Ross and this group of little people are the bottom members who are randomly dispatched by these wines.

There weren't many members with code names. Ross got to know two or three in the year he joined, and one of them was used to communicating via email. He only met him once and recognized his face. He was a man with a kind words.

This is what Ross likes the most - giving orders or requests directly, never laughing at him for being mute, and paying him the same night or the next morning after the job is completed. He is the favorite of the workers.

Now Ross is carrying out the member's orders.

He asked him to blow up the abandoned chemical factory that had been one of the organization's joints. A few days before, he had asked him to steal a company executive's car.

This factory is located in a remote location, and the factory building is shaped like an "8", which is a very strange design. Some chemicals in the site have not been cleaned up yet, and even homeless people don't usually come here.

As Ross walked, he recalled the contents of the mission.

In the past, when the other party sent messages, he would name the specific time and place, but this time, perhaps because of the sudden incident, he actually called him directly and asked him to quickly come and plant the bomb. His tone was crazy and excited, just like a desperado.

Ross didn't understand what was going on, but he knew that the organization's orders were absolute, and the truth was coming.

He came to the center of the "8"-shaped factory, the junction of the two fields, opened the box and took out several inconspicuous small-volume bombs circulating within the organization, hoping to plant them here.

At this time, there were sudden footsteps upstairs.

Ross had been in the organization for a year, and his reaction ability and shooting skills were far superior to those of the past. He immediately pointed his gun at the place, raised his head with caution, and saw a white male face passing by.

That face was a bit familiar, and he saw him too. He was obviously stunned for a moment, then turned around and left.

"...?"

Ross lowered his gun and stared blankly up.

Why such a surprised and frightened expression?

It was obviously Mr. Snake Venom... who assigned him this task, right?

……

The footsteps faded away, but Ross did not catch up. He dutifully placed the bomb on the first floor, and then walked towards the second floor carrying the suitcase, which was half lighter.

The second floor is very high, and the sky is crisscrossed with various pipes that cannot be passed by a human body. There are several employee rest rooms and offices on this floor, and there are more places where bombs need to be deployed.

Ross calculated the time when the bomb was about to explode and quickly walked towards a corner. However, at this moment, an arm suddenly stretched out from the side and clamped down on his neck!

"!!!"

A huge force came from his neck, strangling him so hard that he could hardly breathe. Ross had no doubt that this force would break his neck in the next second!

He subconsciously began to struggle and tried to look up. A male voice came from above.

"do not move."

The man who was controlling him with his left arm was also dressed in black. His long black hair hung down naturally, with a strand of hair in front of his forehead that was a little curly. His dark green eyes beneath that were shining with a cold light.

Faced with this murderous aura that was no less than that of those members of the organization's code name, Rose's scalp went numb and his fingers suddenly relaxed.

The other party easily took the gun and the half box of bombs and placed the latter gently on the ground. Ross didn't come back to his senses until his hands were empty and shuddered.

The man who caught him looked at his open mouth, and probably saw that only half of his tongue was left inside. Without communicating with him, he turned to look at a room with an open door in the distance.

Rose saw another young man walking out of that room, supporting an Asian teenager.

The man also had long hair. He held the boy's shoulders to steady him, looked towards them, and saw the suitcase at the first glance.

"What's that box?"

For some reason, Ross found his voice very kind.

……

Da da……

The sound of rapid running sounded from the other side of the second floor of the factory.

Aaron Lucas ran forward with all his strength, not daring to look back at all, trying to avoid the black shadow behind him that was not too slow but could pursue him closely.

But unfortunately, when he was about to cross a walkway, something tripped under his feet. He hit the railing and fell over.

From the second floor to the first floor, it is a height where ordinary people will break bones if they are lucky enough to fall, and will fall to death if they hit their head if they are not lucky. It is not a big problem for people like them.

Aaron's knees hit the ground, and a heartbreaking pain immediately came. He ignored this minor injury and quickly turned over and jumped up again.

His hands were shaking constantly, and there were inconspicuous tooth marks on the inside of the two fingers on his right hand. The muzzle of the gun swayed with his hand, but in his field of vision, the crow-like shadow disappeared.

Only two very thin stainless steel plates fell into the light spot on the ground in front, shaking with dazzling light.

"I've always disliked this place. This structure... others think it's a figure 8? Actually, it's more accurate to say it's ∞... It's very troublesome to use for hide-and-seek."