Conan Rick's Investigator

Surgery must be performed here!

Qin Zhibo checked the medical supplies on hand and found various surgical instruments needed for suturing, which he had originally intended to use to suture the gunshot wound on his knee.

But now we can only try our best to save the situation!

Although she is a bad guy, Qin Zhibo still needs her to be alive. Whether it is his main mission or destroying the Black Organization, Vermouth is an indispensable character.

However, with Qin Zhibo's current level 2 medical technology, the only treatment method he can adopt is the most basic suturing of the cut surface, and limb reattachment surgery is impossible.

But once the skin, flesh and other tissues are sutured, it will be completely impossible to reattach the severed limb.

Qin Zhibo thought about it and felt that saving his life was more important, so he used the existing conditions to carry out first aid.

He turned on all the lights in the living room, but the light was still not bright enough, so he could only carry Vermouth to the kitchen and put her on the large cooking table.

The cooking table has now become an operating table. The advantage is that there is sufficient lighting here. In order to make exquisite food, Matsumoto Ryohei specially made this place very bright.

After opening the surgical kit, Qin Zhibo quickly cleaned his hands, put on gloves, and prepared to start the operation.

There was originally a series of tedious disinfection processes, but the situation was urgent and we couldn't care less.

Facing the bloody cut surface, Qin Zhibo took a deep breath and was about to start working when a calm voice came from the kitchen door.

"What era is it now? Are you humans still performing this kind of backward surgery?"

Qin Zhibo was startled and looked up suddenly in the direction of the sound.

There stood a well-mannered foreign man in a suit and tie, carrying a large leather suitcase.

The name above his head was Peter Evans and his occupation was a book salesman.

When Qin Zhibo saw this person, he was stunned for a moment, and then he figured out the identity of this "person".

Mr. Clock!

"It's you!"

"Yes, forgive me for walking in without saying hello, hum..."

Mr. Clock took off his hat and saluted from a distance.

Qin Zhibo ignored Mr. Clock's imitation of human etiquette and quickly asked, "From what you said, do you have a way to treat this kind of injury?"

A rare smile appeared on the corner of Mr. Clock's mouth. Although it was a little stiff, you could tell that he was smiling.

"Our race has always worshipped technology. Medicine and biological knowledge are of course an important branch of technology, and we are very good at it."

Speaking of this, Qin Zhibo even noticed a hint of pride in his tone.

But no matter what, since Mr. Clock said it could be done, Qin Zhibo could only believe it. After all, even if he performed the suture operation himself, it would be quite stressful.

"Then you come and cure her?" Qin Zhibo said.

But Mr. Clock shook his head and said expressionlessly, "Why do you do this?"

"Because she is the owner of that half of the Parnester fragment. Don't you want to find out the whereabouts of the fragment from her?"

Mr. Clock nodded. "Yes, I know, but there's no necessary connection between that and me saving her life."

Qin Zhibo was speechless about the alien's logic. Could it be that it couldn't understand what he was saying?

"If you don't save her, how can you get clues..."

Before Qin Zhibo finished speaking, Mr. Clock opened his suitcase and took out a cylinder with a shiny metallic luster.

This metal cylinder is about 0.3 meters high and has a diameter of nearly 0.3 meters. Through the peach-shaped glass in the middle, you can see that it is half filled with light green solution.

Qin Zhibo asked in confusion: "What is this?"

Mr. Clock took the remaining two long, box-shaped instruments out of the box and explained, "These are brain storage tubes. They can hold the only essential organ a human needs—the brain."

"If I put her brain in this tube, she'd know everything I need to know."

"So there's no need to repair non-brain damage... Buzz..."

As he spoke, Mr. Clock began to fiddle with the instruments in front of him, connecting the cylinder to the box with leather tubes, as well as the sounding board, vacuum tubes, etc.

Its technique was unhurried, and it looked like it had been done many times.

In the eyes of the alien race Mi-Go, the human body is weak and backward.

Their lifespan is incredibly short. They can neither fly nor cross the harsh conditions of the cosmic ether. Without the aircraft and spacesuit, their physical body cannot survive even for a second.

For a cosmic race that has witnessed creatures from many dimensional planets, the human body has no value, but rather is a shackle on human potential.

Humans have come up with many visions of the universe, but because our physical bodies cannot reach those places, everything can only become deductions on paper and imaginations in the mind.

For example, if Hawking were given a normal human body, how much would his scientific achievements improve?

For example, if Hawking were given a strong body that could travel freely through the universe, what heights would his scientific exploration reach?

Therefore, in MI-Go's observation of humans, he always believed that the human brain is very creative. Most humans, like Mi-Go's race, admire science and can always conceive and deduce things that no one has ever seen, such as black holes.

However, the human body is too backward, and even leaving the solar system is a fantasy. This greatly limits the development of the human brain and the progress of its own technology.

It is for this reason that the MI-GO race invented this brain containment tube for humans.

Its size is developed exactly according to the human brain, and it is specially designed to accommodate the brains of those intelligent people. They travel to various parts of the universe, witness wonders and strange sights, ask for their thoughts, gain some scientific inspiration, and realize the technological progress of their own race.

Of course, many smart people who have fantasies about the universe are often willing to give their brains to Mi-Go to realize a space trip at any time.

So in Mr. Clock's view, putting human brains into tubes is a perfectly normal behavior, just like going to the chicken farm to pack a box of chicken wing tips.

However, with MI-Go's superb surgical technology, they can ensure that the "chicken wing tip" is alive and can be used for their own purposes.

But according to Qin Zhibo's idea, if he put Vermouth's brain into the tube, even if the brain was still alive, how could he hand it over to the FBI and the police?

You can't just hold up a pink brain and say it's Vermouth's brain, right?

You would only do this if you were crazy.

"Hey, if you do that, how am I supposed to introduce her...brain to other people?"

"People will think I'm crazy."

Mr. Clock paused fiddling with the instrument's prosthetic limb, then looked up at Qin Zhibo woodenly. "Mr. Qin, our cooperation only covers a joint trip to Enkai, and nothing else."

Although Mr. Clock still spoke without any tone, Qin Zhibo could hear that he was a little dissatisfied.

However, Qin Zhibo also knew that Mr. Clock would not offend him at this time.

Whether it can successfully obtain half of the Parnister fragment in Arkham also depends on its performance in the Black Organization.

Once he lost the trust of the black organization at this time, it, as his introducer, would inevitably be suspected.

"She's a cadre member of the Black Brotherhood. Others saw me rescue her last night."

"If I can't get her back to the organization alive, my identity will be exposed, and you, as my introducer, will lose the chance to obtain the half of the Parnister fragment in Arkham."

The Black Brotherhood is the scientific name of the black organization, and it is easier to understand it by calling it Mr. Clock.

The concerns Qin Zhibo mentioned did exist last night, such as the Calvados.

But today I called Chengshi and learned that the sniper committed suicide at that time. It is impossible for the Black Organization to know from him that it was him who rescued Vermouth.

There are also FBI people, but the black organization people probably can't catch the FBI people yet.

So this is a fake statement, which Qin Zhibo used to deceive Mr. Clock.

Mr. Clock, who was sitting opposite the kitchen counter, was staring at Qin Zhibo. There was a layer of turbid gray on his two blue eyeballs. There was nothing that could be called "eyes" in his eyes. He was just staring at Qin Zhibo opposite him.

Facing this inhuman gaze, Qin Zhibo responded with a firm look, but he was a little nervous inside.

The Mi-Go clan seems to have telepathic abilities. Although it may not reach the level of complete insight, it is not easy to deceive them.

Especially when you know about this, you are more likely to feel psychological pressure.

Although this was not the first time he had deceived Mr. Clock, he had even helped the King in Yellow to deceive someone once.

But after a moment, Mr. Clock stopped.

"You have a point. Success is just around the corner, so we should proceed with caution."

"But can you ensure that you get the Parnester fragment from her?"

As an alien, Mr. Clock does not know how to torture or manipulate people's minds, so he loses the means to obtain information.

However, Qin Zhibo just had some ideas in his mind. He didn’t know whether they would succeed, but it was worth a try.

"I can give it a try, but only if you save her first."

"In a normal human way..."

Mr. Clock looked at the brain container placed in front of him, then looked at Vermouth on the kitchen counter, and finally raised his head.

"Ok."

"Om..."

……

Mori Detective Agency, third floor.

Conan listened to the microphone in his hand and heard a voice of "Dududu" coming from the other side.

Hang up?

It seemed that the person just now was really Vermouth, but why did she call me?

Conan recalled what Vermouth said. Her breathing was heavy and intermittent, as if she was doing some exercise?

But what Conan cared about most was what Vermouth said, and the meaning was very simple to sum up.

She gave up hunting Shirley, but other killers from the organization would come.

A blond foreigner named Michael?

Isn’t this Haibara Ai’s brother-in-law?

Yes! It must be him!

Conan immediately confirmed his idea, because first of all, most of the people in the organization were named after wine, only "Michael" was unique.

Last time at the Itakura Taku Software transaction site, Conan had heard that Gin also called this person "Michael", so he definitely couldn't be wrong.

Moreover, the appearance of the blond foreigner could not be wrong. That night, I and my brother-in-law were face to face, less than one meter apart, and I could see his appearance very clearly.

So after the operation failed, the organization planned to send Brother-in-law to continue the mission of assassinating Huibara?

This is sure!

Chapter 902: Transaction with Vermouth

This is sure!

Steady! So stable!

Conan couldn't help but smile, and it was the kind of smile that he wanted to restrain but couldn't, which was very sinister.

He was still thinking about what to do next with Haibara Ai, but he didn't expect to be so lucky. The killer arranged by the organization happened to be Haibara Ai's brother-in-law.

Although Conan had never known Haibara Ai's brother-in-law before, and had never even seen Haibara Ai herself, it can be seen from the two previous incidents that Brother-in-law is a good person.

Once he rescued the seriously injured Haibara Ai, and once he covered for himself while hiding in the locker.

If this was a bad guy, he could have taken the lives of both men directly without any need to beat around the bush.

So this person is someone she can trust, and he will definitely not hurt Haibara Ai.

But the organization sent him to assassinate Haibara Ai, which also has a deep meaning.

On the one hand, the organization did not know that "Michael" had turned against them and still trusted him.

On the other hand, the organization wants to take this opportunity to test "Michael's" loyalty. After all, the organization may also know about the relationship between him and Haibara Ai.

So the most likely scenario is that Vermouth first confirmed Shirley's identity, and then the organization sent "Michael" to assassinate her, which could not only eliminate the traitor, but also test whether this person was loyal.

Thinking of this, the smile on Conan's lips cooled again.

This is indeed a dilemma. If Haibara Ai is not killed, there will be no way to explain to the organization. Given the organization's style of doing things, both of them will die.

The ideal situation is to ensure the safety of Haibara Ai while allowing the organization to maintain trust in Brother-in-law.

It seems that things are not that simple and require careful planning...