Conan Rick's Investigator

Her parents' research?

Qin Zhibo was a little surprised when he heard Cheng Shi's words. After a pause, he remembered that when Cheng Shi was sitting in the car going to the dock yesterday, he said that he saw a photo that looked like a photo of Haibara Ai's mother in Xinchu Hospital.

Of course, that was just Haibara Ai's original photo, but his imagination was not rich enough, so he mistakenly thought that the woman in the photo was Ai's mother.

"This matter is a bit complicated, but the bad guy is now under my control. You can rest assured about Huiyuan's safety."

Cheng Shi pondered for a few seconds and then asked, "So, is Mr. Qin cooperating with the FBI? Are they going to fight those bad guys together?"

"Well, that's right..."

Qin Zhibo thought for a moment and then changed the subject, "Actually, there's something I can tell you. Before I became a private investigator, I was an FBI investigator."

"My cooperation with the FBI is secret. Don't tell anyone else about this, otherwise the results of last night's operation will be wasted..."

In order to make Cheng Shi feel more at ease, Qin Zhibo revealed his former occupation. After all, he couldn't always make excuses with words without any substantial content.

However, at present, Qin Zhibo only has verbal cooperation with those FBI agents, and no substantive cooperation.

But when these words reached Cheng Shi's ears and then entered his brain, they became "last night's plan was an action planned by Qin Zhibo and the FBI."

The police first force the bad guys into a desperate situation, and then send another police officer to rescue the bad guys, taking this opportunity to infiltrate the enemy organization. This is a common plot in many police and gangster movies.

Thinking of this, Cheng Shi suddenly became enlightened and gradually understood everything.

"I understand. Please make sure to catch those bad guys!"

"I will try my best……"

After hanging up the phone, Qin Zhibo felt that he had promised something very remarkable.

Qin Zhibo's initial thought about the Black Organization was to keep his distance and not get too involved.

But before I knew it, I seemed to have already entered the game.

Now, even if I want to get out in time, the people around me who I care about are constantly being drawn into it like a whirlpool, forcing me to take it seriously.

Qin Zhibo: "..."

Now that things have come to this, there is no turning back.

Just do it!

……

After hanging up the phone, Qin Zhibo went to purchase the supplies on the list one by one.

The items needed include medicines and gauze to treat Vermouth's injuries, but the medicine box in Matsumoto Ryohei's home is not complete.

As well as some normal ingredients, new daily necessities, etc.

After buying these things, Qin Zhibo came to Beihua Hospital and found Matsumoto Ryohei's ward.

Ryohei Matsumoto's injuries are gradually recovering, and he has been transferred from the intensive care unit to an ordinary single room. However, the injuries on his face have not yet healed and are still wrapped in thick bandages.

"This is the meat from the monster in the basement. Give it to you..."

Qin Zhibo walked to the bedside and handed him the bag of meat.

"Thank you."

Matsumoto Ryohei thanked him and immediately removed the layers of oil paper from the meat.

Although I was mentally prepared, I still felt a little shocked when I actually saw this scene.

He actually started to chew the piece of raw meat in his hand.

One bite, two bites, he chewed the raw meat between his teeth, ground it into minced meat, and then swallowed it down his throat, a satisfied smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

The scene was too crude, but it was acceptable to Qin Zhibo, who had an iron will.

Isn’t it just eating a person alive?

What surprised Qin Zhibo was that Matsumoto Ryohei, who always pursued exquisite food, suddenly started eating unprocessed raw meat.

Have we conquered the psychological barrier of prions?

But before Qin Zhibo could ask this question, Matsumoto Ryohei held the raw meat in his hands and exclaimed, "This taste is really amazing..."

"I feel like my body is gradually changing during my time in the hospital. I can now swallow raw meat, which was once difficult for me to swallow..."

“I’ve never had such a wonderful experience…”

Ryohei Matsumoto held the piece of meat in his hand, as if he was muttering to himself, or as if he was talking to someone.

Qin Zhibo couldn't figure out what was wrong with his brain, so he could only tell him that he needed to use his villa recently.

"I'm going to hold someone captive in your house lately, is that okay?"

Although Qin Zhibo's sentence structure was "discussion", this matter was already in the past perfect tense and was now just a notification.

After all, I took the risk to deliver raw meat to him, so there's nothing wrong with him using the house.

Matsumoto Ryohei sniffed the meat in his hand carefully and said nonchalantly, "Sure, just bring me a piece of meat from the freezer every day. I hope it can be the wrist next time."

Well, this guy is addicted to it.

Qin Zhibo waved his hand and was about to turn around and leave when Matsumoto Ryohei turned around and gave him another reminder.

"But there's a rat in the basement at home, so it's best not to keep anyone in there."

"That little guy will eat anything when he's hungry..."

……

Matsumoto Ryohei's house, basement.

Vermouth lay on her side on the old sofa, her delicate sleeping face half covered by the shroud, and she did not look like a person who was imprisoned and free at all.

squeak--

squeak-

In the rat hole where the wall met the ground, a rat squeaked and a small four-legged animal with gray fur rustled out.

It ran, stopping and starting along the dark and damp path along the wall, and soon came to the door of the basement.

But today was different from the past. The door to the basement was locked, leaving only a narrow gap underneath through which a faint light could be seen.

Normally, when it's mealtime, a friendly human will feed you meat when you climb up.

Although no one has been feeding them recently, at least they can climb up and find some food in the trash can.

Having lost its quick access to food, the gray four-legged beast twitched its nose, using its rodent sense of smell, and stared at the air with its gray eyes, as if thinking about something.

Suddenly, it seemed to have found its direction and headed straight for Vermouth on the sofa.

Chapter 899 Escape

The gray mouse fluttered its four paws and climbed onto the sofa, lying right in front of Vermouth's face.

At first, it didn't move at all, but just stood there tentatively, staring at the human being who was so close to it.

Compared to ordinary mice, this mouse is not very afraid of people, especially humans who are already asleep.

It just stared at the human in front of it, its gray eyes fixed on him.

At some point, it finally decided to do something.

It stuck its body into the gap between the shroud and Vermouth's face. The gap was small at first, but was soon stretched open by the mouse's not-so-thin body.

But suddenly, the skinny mouse seemed to be stimulated by some bad smell, its body froze, it lost its balance and slid to the ground.

The weight of the mouse's body completely stretched the shroud.

After a while, the unconscious mouse woke up from the ground and made a squeaking sound.

It climbed back onto the sofa, but this time it didn't try to bite Vermouth's nose or lips.

Jumping over several sofa grids, it came to Vermouth's knees, where the smell of blood was even more tempting.

In order to taste the unique delicacy tonight, the mouse began to tear the gauze, using both front paws hard, standing up its body, as agile as a human.

After a long time, it finally pulled open a hole in the gauze, revealing skin coated with gentian violet, with a hole in the middle of the skin that was still slightly bleeding.

Smelling a stronger smell of blood, the mouse directly buried its head in the bloody minced meat and began to lick it to its heart's content.

Sometimes when it is satisfied with the licking, it will make a "squeak" sound.

After a moment, Vermouth slowly opened her eyes.

At first, all she saw was a vague darkness, and the only bright spot was the dim light bulb above her head.

When the mist in her eyes gradually faded away, she could see clearly the environment she was in.

This is a simple space built of cement, with four or five pieces of furniture placed inside. There is a pile of miscellaneous items next to the sofa where I am sitting, and I can see a flying chess board, an old radio and other things.

At first glance, Vermouth judged that this place was very old, at least older than herself.

here it is……

Vermouth was wondering when she suddenly heard a "squeak".

Following the sound, he looked down and saw a mouse lying beside his thigh, with its head stuck in the gauze, feeding on his flesh and blood.

Ah!

Vermouth subconsciously wanted to scream, but her throat, which was so dry that it was smoking, simply wouldn't allow it. She could only make an expression with her mouth wide open in shock, with hot steam coming out of her throat.

However, the little mouse seemed unaware that its host had woken up and was still concentrating on eating the delicious food in front of it.

Vermouth quickly calmed down and did not immediately drive away the mouse.

Although the rat was gnawing at her flesh, she had actually lost all feeling in the skin on her knees, otherwise she wouldn't have woken up at this moment.

Now, the part bitten by the rat was just a little itchy and painful for Vermouth, as if someone was gently fiddling with the burnt skin tissue, affecting the nerves that had not yet completely died.

After calming down, Vermouth struggled to prop up her upper body on the sofa with one hand and checked the condition of her lower body.

The left leg that was bitten by the rat was pressed under the right leg. The jeans were cut much shorter and the wound seemed to have been simply treated.

However, the mouse still managed to tear off the bandage, and no one was around to prevent this unexpected situation from happening.

After watching for a while, the arms that Vermouth used to support her body lost their strength, and she lay weakly in her original position.

Lying quietly on the sofa, Vermouth checked her clothes again. It was a set of stained men's clothes.

This is... the clothes I wear when I disguise myself.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered what happened before she fell into a coma.

After he was rescued from the dock by "Michael", a close confidant of the organization's boss, he received a text message from the boss.

However, before going back, he wanted to block the news about "Angel" and "Cool guy" and chose to take action against Michael.

Hypnotic gas...

Did he wake up first?

Considering the current environment she was in, Vermouth quickly determined that she had been captured by Michael, and in an inhumane way.

Humph...are you going to execute me?

The organization uses different execution methods to treat different people.

For example, for enemies of the organization or small fry within the organization whose mistakes are not very serious, the execution method is often quite quick, just shooting them to death.

However, for those who have committed certain special crimes in the organization, the execution method will not be so straightforward.

Instant death is always the quickest way to liberation.

Letting people die slowly in pain is the organization's way of torturing people, and it is also a means of setting an example.

Using terror to control people's hearts, Vermouth knew that this was how the organization operated.

I just never thought that one day this method would be used on myself.

Are you planning to lock me up here and wait for me to die?

Simply treating the wound was just to keep me alive for a while longer.

Vermouth looked around. Apart from the rusty iron door at the entrance, there was no other escape exit, nor were there any surveillance cameras or the like.

Although no one was watching, the chains on her feet had completely locked up all of Vermouth's beliefs.