mtlumby2d Chapter 374: Pure Black Nightmare (Part 8)
Chapter 374: Pure Black Nightmare (Part 8)
[Explorer: Ha, ha, ha.]
[Composer: Orpheus understands metaphors.]
[Entomologist: Thank goodness Conan isn't here, otherwise I'd have to ask him about this.]
[Novelist: How can you say that about our little Alice's work?]
[Composer: Haha.]
Accompanied by Inspector Megure, the three little ones played Othello with Curacao for a while. During the game, the three little ones also gave the unpainted dolphin doll to Curacao.
However, before leaving with Vermouth, Toru Amuro sent a message to Yuya Kazami, so now he came to ask Inspector Megure for someone: "That woman is a suspect who sneaked into the Metropolitan Police Department, so you must hand her over to us."
[Philanthropist: Tsk, the tone of the Japanese public security officers is definitely tougher than that of ordinary police officers.]
[Sculptor: Apparently, their overly strict style doesn't earn them a good reputation.]
[Jack: Seriously, why would they hide confidential information in the Metropolitan Police Department? Aren't there any safeguards?]
[Bartender: I'm afraid there are also undercover Black Organization agents within the Japanese Public Security Bureau.]
[First Mate: There is no way there could be an undercover agent in our manor.]
[Antique dealer: Now that we're here, we should make the best of it. Normally, once you're in, don't even think about leaving.]
In desperation, Curacao had to go back to the ward with the police. Before leaving, Curacao held up the dolphin doll and said to the three children, "I will cherish this doll very much. I hope we can go ride the Ferris wheel together again next time."
Dr. Agasa has restored the last message sent from Curacao's mobile phone. Conan's pupils trembled when he saw it.
"The undercover agents are Stout, Aquavit, and Riesling. As for the Kiel and Bourbon you've always suspected..."
"Damn it, as expected! Dr. Agasa, please quickly analyze the recipient of the message!"
"Ah, you really make things difficult for me. Let me ask Miss Tracy and Mr. Luca if they can help me. I remember they left their online account last time..." Dr. Agasa was almost unable to hold on after decoding all night, and decided to seek external help.
Conan picked up his scooter and wanted to go out, but Huibara stopped him: "Don't go."
"Habara, none of us can escape our fate. I will come back safely, don't worry."
Seeing Conan so determined, Haibara had to give up the idea of stopping Conan.
In the police hospital, Genta was very depressed because Curacao was gone, so Mitsuhiko suggested that everyone go ride the Ferris wheel again.
"But it's very late now. There must be a lot of people on the Ferris wheel. We definitely won't be able to squeeze in."
"It's okay." Mitsuhiko pulled out his phone again. "I remember the Toudou Aquarium has investment from the Suzuki Group."
The phone displayed the address book of "Suzuki - the biggest financial aid of the Junior Detective Team - Sonoko".
"As long as I ask Sister Sonoko for help, I'll definitely be able to ride the Ferris wheel once."
[Toy maker: What a omnipotent Suzuki Group!]
[Forward: It's a shame this Ferris wheel looks like it's about to explode.]
[Novelist: Okay, okay, do you think we should give this Curacao a hand?]
[Ms. Farrow: Her background in the Black Organization is not a problem for us at all. She's quite capable, so I think she can handle it.]
[Photographer: Honestly, I have a fantastic idea. It's been a while since the last two Detective Conan collaborations, so maybe there will be a third one.]
[Reporter: Is it like Danganronpa?]
[Madam Red: That depends on how Miss Nightingale arranges it.]
In a remote factory building, Toru Amuro and Rena Mizunashi were chained to a pillar.
"It seems that we are suspected of being undercover agents." Amuro Toru was a little helpless.
Gin shone the interrogation light on the two of them: "It seems that your names were included in the message sent by Curacao."
"Curaçao is Rum's confidant, right?" Amuro Toru lowered his head and asked Mizunashi Rena.
"Yes, she is a special person who specializes in collecting intelligence." Rena Mizunashi explained to Toru Amuro.
Vermouth appeared from the shadows: "It seems you know it."
"Her appearance is characterized by two eyes of different colors, also known as heterochromia."
"This is a well-known legend in the organization."
"The last legend was that Negroni devoured a restaurant's three-day food supply in one sitting." Vodka (the one who paid the bill) also emerged from the shadows. "For the sake of our past friendship, if you tell the truth, I'll make your deaths a little quicker."
The mercenary walked in with a bouquet of yellow roses. "Looks like I'm not late."
"What are you doing with that thing?" Gin raised his eyebrows.
"Before he died, Snow Country told me that one of his favorites was Bourbon, so I brought his favorite yellow roses to witness this." The mercenary showed Gin the bouquet of roses, which contained no hidden meaning. "Of course, if these two were mice, the flowers could be put to good use."
The corner of Amuro Toru's mouth twitched. He knew that the undertaker was definitely not dead, but he couldn't figure out whether the mercenary's behavior was to protect him or to step on him.
"Humph, since you didn't choose assassination but instead kidnapped us here, it means that the intelligence provided by Curacao is not complete, right?"
"That's impressive, Bourbon." Gin sat on a wooden box and smoked a cigarette. "Before I interrogate you, Negroni, tell me about your story first."
"Why, you don't suspect that I'm an undercover agent too?" The mercenary took the bouquet of yellow roses into his arms.
"We've discovered that since you joined the organization, you've been sending a substantial amount of money to Nepal at a fixed time each year. However, we still haven't found out who received that money." Gin's tone cooled. "You'd better tell the truth."
Vodka, in retaliation for the mercenary's cheating him out of his meal money, immediately added insult to injury: "This amount of money is neither large nor small. Could it be that you have a lover there?"
The mercenary's face darkened instantly, and the yellow rose bouquet was squeezed out of juice in his hands. "There's nothing left there."
"My mother, she once watched me go to join the army at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, but... now there is no one worthy of my nostalgia at the foot of the holy snow-capped mountains."
"Hmph, useless condolences." Gin said nothing more.
But Vodka was in trouble. The mercenary threw a rose at him at great speed, cutting a bloody wound on his face. The flying rose stem then pierced the iron box behind him. Vodka subconsciously wiped the wound on his face, then turned around and saw the rose that had penetrated three inches into the iron box.
"I was wrong! I shouldn't have said that! Considering that I treated you to so many delicious meals..." Vodka immediately admitted his mistake.
"Shut up!" Gin and the mercenary scolded Vodka together. Vodka immediately became like a turtle, hiding in the corner and not daring to move.
Toru Amuro and Rena Mizunashi, who were tied to a pillar, silently took a bite of the big melon.
"Okay, let's get back to today's protagonist." Vermouth took a few steps towards Amuro Toru. "The operation in Curacao went smoothly at first, but then he encountered the police and had an accident, which ultimately resulted in amnesia."
"Then isn't the most important thing right now to get the list of undercover agents back from Curacao?" Mizunashi Rena argued as she secretly picked the lock. "Gin, it's not too late to confirm whether we are undercover agents after you get the information!"
"That being said, but..." Gin stood up, drew his gun and pointed it at Amuro Toru and Mizunashi Rena. "It's better to kill someone by mistake than to let them go."