Conan: I can see keywords

"What kind of people are in the organization that is hunting you down?"

"Why did you deliberately avoid answering my questions on the train?"

Lingchuan stared at Conan, feeling somewhat shocked at his sharpness.

He thought he had avoided the question very cleverly at that time, but Conan still remembered it.

Indeed, nothing can be taken lightly!

"Can't you say it? Or... can't you say it?" Conan finally turned around.

He raised his head and looked at Lingchuan, "Are you really Lingchuan Yuzuru? The famous detective who fell off a cliff and died two years ago?"

Lingchuan was a little surprised.

Bad news, Conan begins to doubt his identity? !

Good news, he was wrong.

"I am Lingchuan Yuhe, absolutely genuine." Lingchuan shrugged and raised his hand, "Okay, since you really want to know, then I'll tell you."

Lingchuan stared into Conan's eyes, "The organization that's hunting me down is called Poker."

"Poker?" Conan frowned. "Poker?"

"Oh, yes. Poker."

"There's nothing special about this organization, except that everyone has a card as a code name."

"Just like 'Vodka', each card represents a different person."

Chapter 11: Poker's initial positioning; fainting

Lingchuan paused here, Conan looked at him, "What's wrong?"

Lingchuan shook his head. "It's okay. I was just thinking about Poker. If each poker card represents a person, then what do the numbers on the cards represent?"

"Also, what do the four suits of playing cards represent?"

Conan understood a little, "When you faked your death, what number and suit of cards did you encounter...?"

"Six of spades."

"How did you ruin their plan at that time?" Conan seemed determined to get to the bottom of it.

This made Lingchuan very helpless.

Regarding Poker, it is an organization he created on the spot. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the one in charge of this organization.

This idea was decided on the spur of the moment by Lingchuan when the Shinkansen exploded.

He knew that it was very risky to reveal this matter to Conan now. If Conan really checked it out or paid attention to it, it would be extremely unfriendly to the development of Poker.

But Lingchuan thought again, with Conan's keen sense, if he didn't tell Conan today the reason for his fake death two years ago, then his identity would be remembered by Conan forever.

This situation will be worse than the previous one.

Maybe he won't have to appear in front of Conan in the future, but what if he encounters the main storyline?

Not participating at all?

This is impossible.

Lingchuan does not have enough money and resources to support him in creating 'Poker', so he must rely on the power of Conan or the Black Organization to accumulate his own power bit by bit.

Of course, if he encounters keywords that are not related to the main line but are related to money in his daily life, he will not miss it.

And it is not without benefits that he chose to speak out about the organization he was going to set up.

The most obvious benefit is that Conan's attention is now completely attracted by this 'Poker'.

Furthermore, the idea of ​​'establishing an organization of my own' only takes a moment, but it takes a lot of energy to perfect it.

Lingchuan dared to mention Poker because he wanted to learn from Conan's ideas.

"I don't remember the details. I just remember that I was investigating a case and accidentally solved a murder. After that, my family received a warning from the Two of Spades."

"warn?"

Conan became alert, "Something like a warning letter?"

"No." Lingchuan shook his head without thinking.

Killing someone requires giving a warning letter? How stupid!

It looks very impressive, but being too conceited is not a good thing. At least among 54 cards, the two of spades cannot have such ability.

"There was an uninvited guest in my house, but luckily I managed to avoid him. When he was leaving, I saw the card on his wrist."

"The card is on the wrist?" Conan was a little confused.

Ling Chuan made this decision after careful consideration. He went through the settings in his mind and said seriously,

"Yes, it's something like an ID chip, only the size of two coins."

"When the Two of Spades ran away, the cards on his wrist were clearly revealed."

"Of course, I didn't know that was his code name at first. I only figured it out little by little during the subsequent investigation."

Conan has been completely caught up in the idea of ​​this organization constructed by Lingchuan's words.

He helped analyze it very seriously, "If your investigation is correct, everything is possible..."

"Poker... There are four suits of cards in poker, spades, clubs, diamonds, and hearts, which represent peace, luck, wealth, and wisdom respectively..."

"But according to what you said, you disrupted the murder of the Two of Spades... then it is very likely that the suits of the Poker organization are completely reversed."

Conan's muttering made Lingchuan's eyes light up.

"If it's the other way around, spades mean war? Or killing, and clubs mean misfortune? Diamonds mean poverty? What about hearts?"

"Maybe it's not the opposite?" Inspired by Conan's train of thought, Lingchuan had already arranged the functions corresponding to the four colors in his mind.

"Spades mean soldiers in France, so the two of spades could very well mean 'executioner'. Similarly, clubs symbolize agriculture. In Poker, perhaps it means industry?"

"As for the hearts and diamonds, one represents wisdom and the other represents a craftsman. They are probably the intelligence organization and the contact personnel."

Conan lowered his head and thought for a while, but couldn't find any obvious rebuttal, so he remained silent.

The confrontation between the two suddenly turned into a big speculation about a mysterious organization, which Conan did not expect.

But after this conversation, he did feel relieved.

"So, did you find Poker on the Shinkansen? Or was it the Two of Spades?"

"No, this time, it's a head card." Lingchuan knew very well that if he didn't mention the more important target, it would not be able to prove that under the circumstances at that time, he had the possibility of ignoring the information.

So he said the face card in poker.

Face cards: J, Q, K

There is a saying: Knight, Queen, King

No matter what, these three cards are definitely more attractive than the points from 1 to 10.

Anyone who can get a head card must at least be a leader, right?

"A head card... I see..." Conan stroked his chin.

"Look, your situation is more optimistic than mine. You have even found out the name of the organization, but I..." Conan smiled bitterly.

"It wasn't until today that I first learned the code names of those guys in black."

Lingchuan felt relieved when he saw Conan took the initiative to change the subject.

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out for you in the future. Vodka... It seems that those people in black are using alcoholic beverages as their code names."

"I thought so too," Conan's expression became more serious when talking about his own affairs. "As long as we know the correlation between their code names, I believe the subsequent investigation should be much easier!"

"But compared to those guys chasing me, the situation on your side seems to be more difficult," Ling Chuan recalled what happened today, "Those people don't seem to care how much of a sensation they will cause."

"Yeah..." Conan gritted his teeth when talking about this, "This incident is exactly the same as the last Shinkansen incident. I don't know if they borrowed the method of that case."

"The difference is that the Black Organization's plan is more complete and more organized."

"But one day, I will bring those guys to justice myself!"

"Bring what to justice?"

Xiaolan's voice suddenly came, and Conan quickly put away the expression on his face and pretended to be innocent.

"Sister Xiaolan, you're back~"

"Conan, you said you were too hungry. I ran all the way to buy lemon pie~"

Shaking the bag in her hand, Xiaolan looked at Lingchuan, then at Conan, "When I was away, you two seemed to be able to chat very well~"

"Is it because of Shinichi?"

Lingchuan is a friend of Kudo Shinichi, and Conan also knows Kudo Shinichi, so it is understandable that Xiaolan would think so.

"Yes, yes," Conan smiled and tried to pull Xiaolan, "Okay, Xiaolan, let's go back quickly. Uncle went back a long time ago after taking the statement. He must have secretly drunk a lot of alcohol again!"

"Since I couldn't attend the wedding today, it's only natural that my dad would be concerned. But drinking is still not allowed. Let's go back!"

Xiaolan was about to move forward when she said that, but when she turned around and saw Lingchuan, she hesitated whether to invite him to the office for a visit.

Ling Chuan spoke at the right time, "Then let's say goodbye now."

"It just so happens that I have things to do myself."

"Okay, I have to thank Lingchuan-kun today," Xiaolan saw Lingchuan desperately looking for Conan.

Deep down, she has a lot of gratitude and affection for Lingchuan.

If this hadn't happened today, she would have definitely invited Lingchuan to the office.

"It's okay. This is what I should do."

He said goodbye to Conan and the others with a smile, and only turned and walked towards another road after Conan's back had completely disappeared from his sight.

He still had many ideas about Poker in his mind, and he urgently needed to record them down.

The closer he got to home, the more the excitement in Lingchuan's heart became.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door and entered the house, the world began to spin in front of his eyes.