Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Having served under Rum, she was fairly familiar with the organization's second-in-command's style of doing things.

Rum adheres to an absolute principle of keeping a low profile.

He prefers to use sophisticated planning and a vast network of interests to cultivate relationships with key political and business figures rather than relying on brutal violence.

This is also a major reason why Rum is extremely dissatisfied with Koniak.

Every time Koniak caused a major disturbance, Rum had to expend a great deal of energy cleaning up the mess and doing his best to avoid exposing the organization's existence.

Once the organization's veil of mystery is completely lifted and it is exposed to the light of day, the "fear of the unknown" upon which it depends for survival will vanish.

What will likely follow is a massive, coordinated crackdown by all sides.

No matter how powerful an organization is, it is difficult to confront the state apparatus and regular army head-on.

Do you really think that having one Osprey helicopter means you can have an aerial squadron?

As the organization's number two, Rum, who controls the vast majority of the organization's resources and networks, is extremely aware of this.

When she was under Rum's command, she strictly adhered to this ironclad rule when carrying out missions.

Even Gin's side is almost the same.

Although Gin's style of doing things may seem cold and arrogant, and he even dares to straf the Tokyo Tower with an armed helicopter, Gin is actually an extremely cautious person.

In every operation, he would never miss any of the tedious yet crucial steps: clearing on-site surveillance footage, erasing fingerprints and footprints, and destroying any trace of evidence that might point to him.

Ran Mouri was unsure of Rum's opinion on Binga's actions, and even less certain whether it was with Rum's tacit approval.

She knew very little about Rum.

However, after experiencing multiple body swaps with Qingze, coupled with her previous understanding of Qingze from those memories, she is now very adept at playing the role of Qingze.

Qingze's unique calmness and composure, his meticulous logical thinking when facing problems, his unique way of weighing pros and cons...

These qualities have unconsciously seeped into her words and actions, as naturally as breathing.

"Will the police eventually find out that Binga was responsible for this incident?" she asked instead of answering directly.

Bai Yu remained silent for a moment in the howling wind, carefully considering the various possibilities, and finally shook his head:

“If no one provides clues or evidence, it is almost impossible for the police to identify Binga as the mastermind.”

At the official level, the police are currently facing only a highly skilled and elusive "mysterious hacker".

Unless the police can find conclusive evidence linking this matter to the organization, then this matter is unrelated to the organization.

The initiative was entirely in Rum's hands.

If he wanted, he could easily put forward a carefully prepared scapegoat to cleanly and efficiently quell this huge storm.

With his keen insight and existing intelligence, Bourbon is highly likely to deduce the truth.

But he was an undercover agent.

The intelligence and information he obtains are only transmitted through secret channels and are never exposed to the public or the official media.

Therefore, based on the above considerations—

Rum will have no objections.

"Unless... this matter ultimately affects the organization's own safety or core interests."

......

Chapter 355 Bourbon's position within the police force is not low.

Inside the sushi restaurant, it was currently the peak lunch hour.

The place was bustling with noise, and the air was filled with the mixed aromas of vinegared rice, wasabi, and sashimi.

Almost every table of guests was excitedly discussing the explosive news that had just been broadcast on television.

Kenjiro Wakita skillfully served sashimi and sushi to the crowded seats, carrying a tray.

He appeared focused on serving customers, but out of the corner of his eye, he precisely targeted the television screen hanging in the corner.

At this moment, the spokesperson for the Metropolitan Police Department appeared on the screen.

The spokesperson, with a solemn expression, was giving a speech under the spotlight.

The official platitudes and reassuring words were numerous, but the core message was exceptionally clear:

Shinichi Kudo has stepped forward! For the sake of tens of thousands of strangers on that train, this high school detective is heading alone into danger to confront the terrorist who caused the explosion!

The effect of his speech was undoubtedly remarkable. He elevated Shinichi Kudo to a lofty position, portraying him as a young hero who would sacrifice himself alone to save the people.

While this might make the Metropolitan Police Department appear somewhat incompetent, such a loss of face is insignificant in the face of such a large and cold death toll.

The spokesperson also urged passengers on the train to remain calm and cooperate with the bomb search, emphasizing that the police were doing everything they could to rescue them…

The sound of the television mingled with the diners' chatter, filling the small shop.

"That Shinichi Kudo is truly amazing..."

"Yeah, he's only 17, right? That kind of courage..."

"To face that kind of madman alone... I just can't imagine it!"

Exclamations of praise and admiration rose and fell.

To the uninformed public, this was indeed a tragic and heroic ode worthy of being sung.

The owner of the sushi restaurant, Zhongshan, was standing behind the counter, intently watching the television screen.

His physique is somewhat similar to that of the busy Kenjiro Wakita, but he appears younger and more upright, and is also taller.

His face was expressionless, but his eyes were as deep as an unfathomable ancient well.

He raised his hand, his knuckles resting on his elbow, and tapped them lightly and rhythmically.

My gaze inadvertently swept over the hands of the wall clock.

11: 45.

He looked away, his face remaining calm and expressionless.

He put down the rag in his hand, turned around, and walked out of the noisy sushi restaurant.

The atmosphere of the coffee shop next door was completely different.

There was no noise from the television, only soft and soothing background music. Several guests were leisurely enjoying their lunch, the occasional clinking of knives and forks creating a quiet and languid atmosphere.

"welcome!"

The waiter was blind and easily distracted. He was unresponsive and his actions were disjointed.

"Isn't Mr. Sun Yat-sen eating at his own restaurant today?"

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"I get tired of eating sushi every day."

The Zhongshan shop owner smiled, his tone relaxed and casual. He found a seat by the window and sat down. "Give me a plate of spaghetti."

"OK, wait."

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Just then, the Zhongshan boss seemed to suddenly remember something and asked in a casual tone, "Is Mr. Amuro off today? I haven't seen him."

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The Zhongshan boss's gentle smile deepened, and a barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes.

For an undercover agent to temporarily put aside his mission at this time... it seems that Bourbon holds a fairly high position within the police force.

"You should have the sandwiches Mr. Amuro makes, right? I'd like one too."

"Yes, please wait a moment."

......

Amuro Tooru's car weaved through the streets of Tokyo. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, a Bluetooth headset in his ear, as he made a phone call to his subordinate, Kazami Yuya.

The police spokesperson's statement was playing on the car radio. Listening to the police's measures and Shinichi Kudo's willingness to die, he stared at the road ahead, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

The riddle left on the invitation was too straightforward, almost an explicit hint.

Deducing the location doesn't take much time at all.

However, it will take time to get there.

Upon learning of the incident and deducing its location, he immediately ordered his men to rush to the Eye of the Sky and await orders.

But compared to Shinichi Kudo, it will probably be much slower.

But it's better than doing nothing.

He is now on his way to the helipad to take command from the air by helicopter.

"Has the cybersecurity team investigated the network? Have they found out who's behind it all?" he asked the person on the other end of the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Yuya Kazami was at the Cybersecurity Countermeasures Headquarters.

The atmosphere here is tense and somber, with only the rapid clatter of keyboards echoing through the air.

In front of him, several professional cyber police officers were operating the computer with complete concentration. On the computer screen, lines of complex and obscure code scrolled and jumped rapidly like a waterfall, so fast that laymen would be dazzled and unable to understand them at all.

"The cybersecurity department is doing its best to track them down, but... the hackers' methods are extremely sophisticated."

"He used technical means to repeatedly jump to multiple overseas servers, and the path was extremely complicated and hidden... Currently... we cannot find the other party's real IP address at all."

"Keep investigating!" Amuro Tooru practically spat out the order through gritted teeth. Although he knew the chances were slim, he couldn't just give up on this lead.

"Once we find the slightest clue, we'll pinpoint the location and send men there to make the arrest!"

"Yes!"

After giving this instruction, Amuro Tooru hung up the phone.

The only sounds inside the carriage were the roar of the engine and his own heavy breathing.

He held his phone, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the screen, and hesitated for a moment.

In the end, he didn't call Conan, but instead dialed someone else's number.

He wanted to sound out Koniak's opinion.

The insane threat before him, risking tens of thousands of lives, and its unbridled style of action vaguely reminded him of Koniak.

Of course, just because he thinks it looks similar doesn't mean he's convinced it was Koniak's doing.

Binga's name was also prominently displayed on his list of suspects. Binga's expertise in hacking was well-known within the organization.

As for how Koniak responded to him...

Whether it's a furious denial, a sarcastic remark, or a vague response... he can always glean crucial fragments of information from the other person's reaction.

He glanced at the time: 11:48.

Chapter 356 I'm not sure if I'll do anything even worse than this.

Safety zone outside the subway tracks.

Bai Yu was intently maneuvering the drone, making it fly low close to the railway tracks to conduct a thorough, comprehensive search and scan.

Bai Yu's dynamic vision is terrifying.

Even from a fleeting glimpse of real-time footage transmitted via a drone, she can pinpoint in a split second whether any unusual or inappropriate devices are hidden in the gaps between the sleepers.

Ran Mouri stared at the monitor screen in Bai Yu's hand for a while, then felt dizzy and turned her gaze to the cold, distant railway tracks.

On the tracks, apart from the Mihana to Shibuya line trains still speeding along, which are shrouded in the shadow of death, all other lines have been suspended.

Police officers in conspicuous uniforms are running along the tracks, racing against time to conduct investigations.

However, the length of the entire line was despairing, and the limited police force was scattered along the long track, leaving them with a sense of powerlessness with less than 20 minutes left.

Bai Yu controlled the drone, avoiding the areas already investigated by the police, and specifically flew towards those sections that were not yet covered.

The drone's battery life and flight range are sufficient to support this strategy. With the cooperation of ground police, the 14-kilometer life-or-death line is enough to complete this race against death before 11:59!

Ran Mouri's other cell phone suddenly vibrated.