Chapter 314: Execution Song of the Winery Traitor

"Hey, hey, Haiyuan, did you hear me?"

Conan stretched out his hand and shook it.

"If your memory is premature, I don't mind repeating the conversation with you again."

Haiyuan Ai's little mouth was as if it had been tempered with poison, and Conan's eyes would pop out when he opened his mouth.

Has this guy grown so old that no one has ever thought of dealing with her?

"Haiyuan, so this guy is really"

Conan did not continue.

He knew that Haihara Ai understood what he meant, after all, she was once a member of that organization.

And I can smell the "smell" of the organization inexplicably.

Conan expressed some doubts about this rather unscientific ability.

Compared with the mysterious "feelings" of human beings, Conan believes that Haibara Ai may be suffering from an unknown mental illness.

Some kind of mental illness based on the hippocampus effect.

The so-called hippocampus effect means that people receive a large amount of information from the outside world, but usually do not pay too much attention to the source of the information.

Therefore, when we receive a piece of information repeatedly, we develop a sense of “familiarity” or “familiarity.”

And Haihara Ai, who has been in the organization for many years, has actually met most of the organization members unconsciously.

However, the psychological pressure caused by excessive fear of the organization forces Haibara Ai to judge someone as an organization member as long as he realizes that someone matches a certain organization member deep in his subconscious.

This is probably what Haihara Ai said about smelling the smell of tissue.

Conan thought his speculation was quite scientific.

Just now, Haiyuan said that there was an organized smell nearby. After investigation, Haiyuan Ai confirmed that this guy was probably a member of the organization.

I just don’t know who this person’s codename is.

Thinking of this, Conan looked at Haiyuan. Only she could answer this answer.

"I have no idea."

Hui Yuan Ai shook his head.

Conan was stunned.

Although Haihara Ai was 100% sure that this woman had a special relationship with Margaret, she was not prepared to tell the truth to the stupid little detective in front of her.

In this kid's eyes, Margaret is not a member of a terrifying organization.

Rather, he is a disgusting playboy, an 'ordinary person' who has a certain talent in reasoning.

Although it is not clear why Margaret did not imprison this guy as her experimental material, but Margaret has done so now, and there must be his reason.

"There are quite a few members with code names in the organization. Most of them are secretive, and their true identities are rarely revealed when they go out."

When Hui Yuan Ai said this, he suddenly paused.

My mind flashed through the organization members who had failed their missions and died due to various reasons in the recent period.

Pisk, Ireland, agave.

It seems like a lot has been exposed?

Haiyuan Ai's expression was slightly unnatural.

"No impression at all?"

Conan was a little suspicious.

"I'm not the BOSS, how can I possibly meet all the members of the organization?"

Haiyuan Ai's tone was stiff.

She is not a social butterfly like Margaret. With the exception of that idiot Vodka, anyone can become friends with Margaret.

Miyano Shiho is a nerd scientist squatting in the laboratory.

The drug she was researching was a project that the organization valued very much. It was impossible for BOSS to let her move freely, and it was impossible for BOSS to let a scientist go to the front line to perform tasks.

Coupled with the grievances between her parents and Belmode, she is such a tool person, and the fact that she is not isolated in the organization already shows that her scientific research ability is strong enough.

"If you really want to know whether she is a member of the organization, can't you just ask yourself?"

Thinking of her parents, Haiyuan Ai's face became even more disgusting.

After leaving these words, he turned around and left the infirmary.

"Hey, Haiyuan! Where are you going?"

"You don't need to know."

Bang.

The door is closed.

Conan smiled bitterly.

This "defector" from the organization seems to have a lot of back-ups. She is not worried about being discovered by the organization at all. Her attitude towards Conan is just that she treats him as an experiment.

There are certain guidelines, but not many.

He had long realized that Hui Yuan Ai's path was different from his, and his contact with him was only due to scientific research needs.

But there is nothing Conan can do against Haiyuan Ai. She doesn't want to say it, so he can't send her to the FBI or the police for interrogation, right?

If he did that, then he wouldn't be Edogawa Conan.

So, can you only do it on your own?

Conan looked at Curaçao, who was surrounded by three little ones, with a solemn expression.

Be sure to get the organization’s intelligence!

Conan strode forward.

But before he could take a few steps, someone jumped over him.

Then, a burst of hurried footsteps came.

Conan turned his head in confusion.

At this time, the door to the infirmary opened, and rows of police entered the room.

"Ma'am, you are suspected of an explosion. Please cooperate with our investigation."

Officer Shiratori took out his ID.

The silver-haired woman looked confused.

Conan stopped.

Explosion, woman with amnesia, organization.

Conan's pupils shrank.

Before he could make any move, the silver-haired woman was already handcuffed and walked out with the help of Officer Sato.

The third child just wanted to catch up, but was stopped by the police.

The silver-haired woman gave the three children an apologetic smile.

She hasn't figured out the current situation yet, but she knows that she seems to be causing trouble for several children.

"It's okay, I'll be back later."

The silver-haired woman stretched out her hand, and the three little ones held it together, as if they were making a promise not to lie.

The police didn't stop him anymore. Although these three little guys were usually very naughty, they were actually quite famous during their search in the third section.

After all, these three little guys have solved many cases that they all found incredible.

What's wrong with shaking hands with criminal suspects? These guys have even taken the initiative to arrest criminals before.

"Sister, we have an appointment."

"Sister, come back and eat eel rice together!"

"Sister, this is for you."

Ayumi obediently handed over an unpainted panda pendant.

The silver-haired woman was really moved by the three idiots of Didan in front of her.

She held the panda pendant tightly as if she were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Then, he resolutely followed several Baitiao police officers and left without looking back.

etc.

When you leave, who should I ask for information about the organization?

Conan suddenly realized this problem and hurriedly chased after him.

"Take good care of Dr. A Li. If you have any questions, please contact me with the badge."

Before leaving, I didn't forget to tell the three children not to run around.

Without the help of Haibara Ai, Conan would have suffered much more than he did in the original timeline.

He also understands the value of these three scams better than he did in the original timeline.

If their ability to cause trouble is comparable to Xiaoyu in "The Adventures of Jackie Chan", then the success rate of Didan's Three Idiots operation is comparable to the good-for-nothing trio under Valon.

As for Conan's instructions, San Sha obviously didn't care much.

"Conan, this guy, wants to secretly investigate the case every time!"

"Yes, yes, he got all the limelight, Ayumi, do you want us to do it together?"

Mitsuhiko started thinking.

As the only dog-headed strategist among the three who can be said to have a human-level IQ, he can always shine and tell me that I have an idea.

However, Conan's instructions just now were said to be from San Fool, but they were actually meant for Dr. A Li.

Seeing the muttering of these three little guys, Dr. Ali coughed a few times.

"Ouch, my waist."

Dr. A Li covered his lower back with one hand, pretending to be in pain.

They came to the infirmary of the amusement park not to help the silver-haired big sister regain her memory.

It wasn't because Genta accidentally slipped from the elevator and got bruised.

It was because Dr. Ali ran too "fast" that he twisted his waist and had to come to the infirmary for treatment.

The three little ones first glanced at Dr. Ali who was crying in pain, and then looked at the door hesitantly.

Conan and the eldest sister have left.

If they go out to chase now, they will definitely not be able to catch up.

So, can we just stay?

The three little ones were dejected.

Dr. A Li cried out in pain.

"Huh~ Curacao was taken away by the police."

Belmode puffed out the smoke and lit a little casually, and the ashes fell into the ashtray beside the bed.

"Is she exposed?"

Rum asked.

"Not yet. She probably came into close contact with the explosion and hit something and temporarily lost her memory."

"Temporary amnesia."

Rum fell silent.

He valued Curacao as his subordinate.

Curacao was once about to be shot by Belmode because he remembered something unfavorable to the black organization, but Rum stopped Belmode's action.

Rum claims that Curaçao's special abilities can only be used by him from now on and will not cause any loss to the organization.

As his second-in-command, he protected such an intelligence operative with special abilities.

Facts have proved that Curacao, which Rum spent a huge amount of money to protect, did bring him huge rewards.

According to BOSS's habits, an old and frail old guy like him should have quit the black organization long ago and replaced the next Rum.

But precisely because he has control of Curacao, with this ace spy, he is still the second-in-command of the black organization.

However, something is wrong with this trump card now.

If it is not handled properly, let alone continue to serve as the second-in-command of the organization, whether he can be spared by the BOSS may be a problem.

So, do you want to abandon the army and save the commander?

Rum tapped his finger on the table, his one eye flashing with a strange light.

"Belmod, try to bring Curacao back to Curacao as much as possible, but if you find Curacao leaking information, kill him immediately."

"Gin has started processing the undercover agents according to the list, you need to be there as soon as possible."

Rum made his decision.

In the end, he still didn't make up his mind completely. A genius like Curacao was too suitable for intelligence work.

In Rum's future plans, she is a talent who can compete with Margaret, whom the BOSS is optimistic about.

This is not Tequila, the brainless idiot from Ireland who only knows how to suck.

That kind of guy can be recruited from the battlefield at any time, or you can spend money to buy a few children and train them at an early age. They are a lot of money.

Even Gin, the most terrifying person in the organization, is now just the head of the operations department, and he is not that far behind Rum.

But things are different for special talents like Curacao and Margaret.

Their potential is no less than their own.

If cultivated carefully, it may bring more opportunities and benefits to BOSS.

Just like the computer genius who jumped off the building back then.

Their organization had originally planned to contact the ten-year-old child, but unexpectedly that idiot Thomas forced him too hard. Before their people came to the door, the child had already committed suicide by jumping off the building.

When BOSS knew about this, he rarely showed regret.

With Sawada Hiroki's wisdom, he can explore another path to human immortality when he grows up.

However, he is jealous of talents, and now he can only use Hiroki's legacy to make breakthroughs in research and development bit by bit.

Fortunately, although this idiot Thomas is a bit brainless, Sindora Group, as a giant in the IT industry, is still capable of conducting in-depth research.

After so many years, there have been some gains in technologies related to virtual space and consciousness uploading.

However, even Rum only knows a little bit about these plans, and no one except BOSS knows the specific details and the real results.

Rum's current brainwashing methods, which are sometimes effective and sometimes ineffective, are all left over from the BOSS's hands little by little.

"I see."

Belmode pressed the lady's cigarette into the ashtray and put out the butt.

After hanging up the phone, he stretched out like a big cat, highlighting the amazing curves of his upper body.

The time to relax is over.

Belmode needs to get to work.

However, with Margaret here, nothing could happen in Curacao.

What she has to do now is just Margaret and Curacao dealing with the aftermath.

Her long silver hair was slightly curled and hanging down, looking a little tired. Her slender fingers were flexibly tapping on the keyboard, and the computer screen was flickering with a faint light.

Toronto.

"The CN Tower has been the tallest tower in the world for 32 years since it opened. This edge walkway is located on the 116th floor and is 356 meters high."

The tour guide led a group of tourists and introduced it from the front.

The towering CN Tower, standing on top and just looking down, can make people lose the instinct to stand involuntarily.

Fortunately, with the help of ropes, tourists will not fall to their death even if they miss the mark.

It will also allow them to experience a life-changing air walk, but this "air walk" may be in the form of a dog crawling.

In mid-air, a black helicopter slowly approached.

"This is the first time I've seen a helicopter in a place like this."

Some tourists noticed the approaching helicopter.

The middle-aged tour guide was stunned for a moment and looked back.

‘That helicopter, could you say’

A powerful impact directly made the middle-aged tour guide take a few steps back.

The tour guide's face quickly lost color and he lowered his head. The blood on his chest couldn't stop gushing out like a fountain.

The scene in front of him gradually dimmed, and the pain almost paralyzed his nerves. The middle-aged tour guide lost control and fell headfirst. The rope held him tightly, and blood dripped down his sleeves and robes.

"I took care of Aquavit."

Chianti in the helicopter put away his gun, turned on the headset, and grinned.

"Stout has been dealt with and I'm on my way back."

Cohen joins the chat channel.

"Well done, return as soon as possible, a mouse has returned to Neon."

Gin's voice was as cold as ever. (End of chapter)