Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

Different from the casual onlookers who were watching the excitement without taking it too seriously, at this moment Witte seemed to have seen something extremely horrifying. His eyes were fixed on the photo of the victim on the page, and his lips trembled.

This kind of fear made Aaron feel weird. He narrowed his eyes and quietly slid his hand to the gun at his waist. At the same time, he asked in the same tone: "What's wrong with you, Wit? Are you feeling unwell?"

"——I think you are worried because you saw something happen to an acquaintance, right?"

A familiar voice sounded behind them.

Aaron turned his head again and looked in the direction of the sound. A young man walked in, carrying the aura of being dusty after a long journey and a familiar smile on his face.

Those eyes were green, but after the last incident, Aaron couldn't tell whether they were Anatoly or Artemis in disguise.

So he called out the other party's shared code name: "Anicet, what do you mean?"

Anatole walked towards them and looked at Witte's stiff body with a playful look: "You have to ask him about this."

Aaron is not a fool. In just a short moment, he understood——

"Witt...no, I should call you Mr. Undercover from the Japanese Public Security Bureau."

Green-eyed Anicet smiled brightly.

"You're exposed."

Chapter 239: Aniseite's Past (V)

How do you feel when an undercover agent who has been hiding for several years is suddenly exposed?

Aaron didn't know.

All he knew was that his mood was extremely complicated.

Only a short month later, he came to the place where the traitors were executed again. This time he did not stay in the observation room above, but stood in the open space and was about to watch the entire execution process up close.

The real Artemis, who had physical strength that surpassed that of most adult men, easily pushed Witte to the ground in front of the stairs.

Anatoly, who took a long time to catch an injured person last time, sighed softly: "In terms of physical activities, you are indeed better."

"Brother has a good mind," Artemis said in the same brisk tone as Anatoly before. "If you hadn't collected intelligence this time, we wouldn't have been able to blame the local Yakuza so easily."

The two of them did not speak English and continued to use Japanese fluently, which made Aaron next to them a little difficult to hear.

It was such a long sentence, but he only understood one "brother".

Artemis uses "お哥ちゃん(Nichan)" - American brothers and sisters call each other by their first names, but this is different in Japan. There are a lot of names for brothers and sisters in Japanese. The name Artemis is very affectionate and is often used by children or young girls, as it has a coquettish connotation.

Aaron didn't care about the title, he looked at Witte. He usually looked down on this Asian colleague, but now he asked in confusion: "Witt, are you really an undercover agent?"

In fact, he was in a trance. He had been in the United States for many years and had the most daily contact with the police and the FBI. This was the first Japanese public security policeman he had seen.

Since he is a Japanese undercover, why did he come to the United States? Shouldn't we go to Rum who is in charge of Japan? ...No, wait, he remembered, it seems that Goldwasser brought Witt to the United States...

When Aaron's mind wandered, Witt raised his head. His hands were tied behind his back and there were no unnecessary wounds on his body. He saw that the three of them did not intend to torture him for information, but wanted to kill him as soon as possible. The expressions on their faces could not tell whether they were relaxed or painful.

Witte looked at Anatole and asked in Japanese with an Osaka accent: "When did you know about it?"

Anatoly looked at him calmly: "Are you asking my father, or me?"

After hearing this, Aaron glanced at Artemis, who looked at him innocently, switched to English and said: "Don't ask me, I'm the only one who hasn't seen it personally - you know, I'm very interested in catching traitors and being undercover. I’ve never been very good at my job.”

Witt's eyes flashed, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Goldwasser...when did he know about it?"

"four years ago."

Anatole named a number.

"He found out after you brought us back from Moscow, and he intercepted all your subsequent emails to Japan."

"This is impossible!"

Aaron blurted out. He met the eyes of the two brothers and said in disbelief: "If sir found out that Witt was an undercover agent four years ago, why did he keep him until now?!"

Most members of the organization deeply hate undercovers, not just the one who was almost stabbed in the back. Gin has never suffered a loss at the hands of undercovers so far, and still likes to suspect and kill everywhere.

"Snake Venom, you may have some misunderstandings about my father."

Anatole glanced at Aaron and spoke softly.

The biggest difference between him and his younger brother Artemis is that he calls Goldwasser his father, while Artemis has created many new words to express dissatisfaction, and calling him by his codename is already the most polite way to call him.

"My father doesn't hate being undercover."

Anatole withdrew his gaze, turned around, walked to Witte, and squatted down in front of him. Those snake-like green eyes stared at the stunned undercover agent on the ground, the corners of his eyes slightly curved with a smile.

"Undercover agents can be selected and sent to infiltrate criminal organizations, proving that their initial abilities are passable."

"In order to lurk smoothly, they will complete various tasks with the most positive work attitude and will never be lazy or slippery."

"They will try their best to climb up, but at the same time, they don't care - at least they don't care about their treatment like other profit-making criminals. Even if they are a little harsher, they will tolerate it and will not complain loudly or simply raise the issue. Table kills.”

Anatole described the benefits of being undercover seriously and carefully.

"Also, when an organization wants to take advantage of others, it can consider using undercover agents to reveal the situation of hostile forces and use official power to attack opponents. After all, law enforcement agencies are the most powerful violent organizations in a country..."

At this point, he realized that he had talked a little too much and quickly made a summary.

"Father, he only hates useless people. You are really useful. Even if you are a hostage to be slaughtered, your value is much greater than a random passerby on the street."

Witt's breathing stopped for a moment, and his chest was heaving violently. He didn't know whether it was because of the fear that his identity had been revealed, or because of the anger at that contemptuous attitude.

"..."

Aaron, who was not an undercover agent next to him, was also shocked by these words. He instinctively wanted to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that what the other party said seemed to be logical, so he could only remain silent.

Anatole stood up and backed away, and Artemis added fuel to the fire: "He intercepted those emails, but you can still receive replies. In fact, those replies were sent by him after imitating the tone of your contact person. For you."

Witt was shocked, turned his head to look at him, and was startled when he met those light brown eyes full of malice. Artemis smiled at him and stepped on his body again while he was dazed.

The kick was so hard that Witte's head hit the ground, and blood quickly came out and fell to the ground in drops.

Artemis leaned over, stretched out his arms to wrap around Witte's neck, pulled his body up like a sack, and pushed him hard onto the steps to the side.

Aaron watched the student's entire set of movements from the side.

He had obviously seen more punishments, and he himself had caused more bloody injuries, but the sight before him still made his scalp numb.

The twins in front of him didn't seem to notice anything strange about him at all. Artemis took out the gun from his waist and threw it to Anatole.

"This time we went to play and met a lot of people, ordinary people, tourists from various countries, and Japanese police." Artemis continued enthusiastically, "We met your past colleagues and bosses."

This topic made Witt's eyes widen, and Aaron belatedly realized the news he had just seen. Could it be that the senior police official whose family was killed was related to Witt? Is it his contact person or boss?

"you……"

Witte's lips trembled. He met Artemis's gaze and it took him a long time to utter a sentence: "...Is it just to take revenge on me?"

"Yes." Artemis nodded happily, "After an undercover agent is exposed, it is not surprising that he and the people who were close to him will suffer, right?"

There was a smile on his face, and his light brown eyes sparkled with this joy, like a handful of sweet and thick honey melting into it, quenching the terrifying poison.

"Witt, do you think a strict and upright police father who raises a son who witnessed his mother being killed will follow the same path as him, or will it be completely the opposite?"

Following Artemis's words, a chill spread through Aaron's body along with fear.

Facing the twins, one smiling happily and the other smiling indulgently, he even had a feeling of horror that was no less creepy than facing Goldwasser.

The sudden increase in pressure caused cold sweat to break out on Aaron's back. Anatoly glanced at his frightened face, still with a calm smile on his face.

"Actually, that's not revenge. My brother is a child, a bit naughty, and likes to do some nasty experiments on people. I hope you don't blame him."

Anatole is like a good brother that only appears in fairy tales. He always apologizes to the person he encountered a prank with a completely sincere attitude, and then he added lightly:

"In true revenge, how can one let the enemy off so easily?"

Artemis rested her chin lightly with her fingers, her posture was like a detective in a mystery novel who was lost in thought, and slowly followed up her brother's words:

"Although we look the same, our personalities and work styles are slightly different. Let's talk about me first. When I don't like someone, I like to hurt them."

He gave a thoughtful example: "For example, I fall in love with a girl and marry her. One day she is killed, and I want to take revenge on the guy who hurt her. He is a rich man who has a wife and many lovers."

"For such a person, if he also kills his wife, it will not hurt him at all. It will only involve an innocent and unfortunate woman... The real revenge is to kill him himself, or to be a little more lenient. , only to erase his most important desire, which is to castrate him.”

Artemis paused and looked at Anatole, who took over the conversation naturally: "But I am different. I support homomorphic revenge and blood revenge."

Wit, who was being spoken to by the two brothers, seemed to be in some great pain, and his expression was completely distorted.

Artemis looked at his expression steadily, and suddenly asked: "Witt, do you regret it?"

Witte opened his eyes, his eyes were bright, as if they were shaking with light that was about to break. He opened his mouth, finally finding his voice, and spoke slowly.

"...I'm an undercover agent, and I can't let you go."

The scene fell into dead silence.

Artemis was the first to recover. He blinked and said calmly: "I knew I couldn't escape at that time. What I mean is - do you regret your unnecessary actions and searching so carefully?"

Witt was stunned for the second time.

Anatole stood in front of him, staring at him quietly, with the paleness of a patient and the air of a hospital on his face.

Witte looked at the two brothers. The next second, he seemed to realize something. For the first time, great fear appeared on his face, as if he was trembling in his heart.

"You, do you—"

Anatoly smiled at Witte, bent down and grabbed his hair, causing his open mouth to hit the hard rock steps, and then kicked him in the back of the head, stopping all his words.

"go to hell."

The boy named Sunrise, who was led into the dark crow territory, announced his end in an understatement.

The smell of blood spread silently in this open space.

Artemis threw herself cheerfully at Anatole's shoulders, careful not to crush him.

"I finally finished reading the Poirot series on the plane, and found one of my favorite characters so far. When I went to Japan this time, I found that the socialist mystery works there are actually pretty good..."

Next to a dead body, they talked about their usual hobbies as if nothing had happened.

Aaron felt an endless chill, spreading from his fingertips to his limbs. The snake tattoo on his back neck seemed to come alive at this moment, hissing against his skin.

He opened his mouth, and an unknown force suddenly made him question——

"Why on earth was Cinderella's child discovered by the FBI?"

The two brothers stopped communicating and looked at him together.