Author: Six Days and Four Dusts

When Conan was chasing the signal, he drove to the scene with a skateboard. All he left was Hirota Aki, who was lying on the ground and had no consciousness and had his face trampled.

After fiddling with his glasses, Conan checked the signal on the lens and the address in front of him, and confirmed the source of the message again and pressed it against the man in front of him, frowned.

He quickly confirmed that this was not a corpse. Conan turned the man's crooked face and saw no obvious trauma. He called the police and called another emergency number.

"Why did he faint here..."

Thinking about sorting out the process of the incident, Conan squatted down and opened the man's pocket.

Before the police arrived, Conan checked the man's belongings while sweeping through everything in the alley without missing a trace of possible clues.

"Ah, I have a document, is this a passport?" The man's wallet was placed in his inner pocket on his chest. Once he opened it, he could see a stack of brand new banknotes. The exchange coupons at the Boqing Ge store were inserted into the side bag.

He opened his passport first.

The photo on the passport is exactly the tall man in front of him.

"Higata Akira!" The moment the name came into view, Conan immediately stood up straight.

According to Joker's information, Kenzo Hirota and Masami Hirota are all kanas.

At this moment, Miss Yami's tracker was attached to this man, but his surname was Hirota...

Did he take Hirota Masami from the hospital, or did Hirota Masami escape from the hospital, just to meet this man?

So what is going on now? Hirota Masami knocked him down and left, or was there a third person present?

The mind was spinning rapidly, and Conan was still quickly inspecting the scene.

Soon, he discovered the pair of fish-mouthed high heels discarded in the trash can. This was exactly the style that Hirota Masami wore today. While he was squatting down and tied his shoelaces, he put the sender on it.

There was no blood and the shoes were intact, not like they were forcibly removed.

After letting go of his shoes, Conan saw a small white dot in his aftertaste. He bent down and picked up a small white round bead from the wall behind the man, and took it in his palm and looked carefully.

"Made of rubber, is this BB bullet?" After pinching the texture of the bead, Conan estimated its size and made a guess.

Did Akira Hirota get stunned by this thing?

Once keywords like toy guns, model guns, and such as toy guns appear in my mind, Conan immediately remembered the vivid model guns that Joker took out on the train that day, which was difficult to distinguish between true and false.

What did this man do sneakily? As soon as he notified him of Kenzo Hirota's death, he found Masami Hirota.

Damn it, I inform him if I have any news, why did he have any plans and what he wants to do, and he didn't even give him any warning.

A kind of dissatisfaction with the riddle man briefly arose. I remembered that Joker asked him not to contact him on the previous phone. Conan endured it again and again, and then he did not call back the phone and turned his attention back to the man who fell to the ground.

If Joker knocked him out, maybe Hirota Masami's traces don't need to worry about for the time being.

However, the three pseudonyms with the same surname, the associated path, inexplicably searching for someone to entrust...

Conan held his chin, and the various information over the past few days were intertwined and entangled, and began to slowly outline a clear vein.

Kenzo Hirota, the casino, and Brother Bai Qing, the debt slaves of the gang associated with the organization...

Why did the two gamblers who were carrying huge gambling debts suddenly become more abundant? Kenzo Hirota even paid the apartment rent for one year in one breath; how did the two people contact the organization? What role did Hirota Masami play in it?

A flash of inspiration, Conan opened his eyes wide.

Tang Ze's sigh full of emotion replayed in his ears: "I just suddenly feel that life is really not easy. 1 billion yen is the largest case..."

He held the room card in his hand tightly and smiled confidently.

"Hey, is it Officer Meguro?" He pulled the voice changer to his mouth and said to the person opposite the phone, "It's me, Shinichi Kudo... Please bring people to Conan as soon as possible. The person he found fainting on his side may be the real murderer of the murder you were at hand. Please be sure to investigate the situation of this murderer carefully. I suspect that he, the deceased Kenzo Hirota, and the missing female Masami Hirota, are the three prisoners of the '1 billion bank robbery' that happened a few days ago."

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As the radio waves pass through the crowd, like a secret whisper, the few words on the screen fell into Tang Ze's blue eyes as the sliding of his fingertips.

【Are you following Hirota Masami?】

[What are you doing? Tang Ze, why don’t you answer the phone? What’s the matter with Gin Jiu?]

[Are you sure you want to do this leader? It sounds like there are too many uncertainties.]

[I know you are not Tang Ze, your plan will not succeed.]

[Come to Mihuayi as soon as possible.]

"Huh... so tired."

After briefly extinguishing the screen, Tang Ze closed his eyes and gently adjusted his breathing in the afterglow of the sunset. The sound of the vehicle's engine, the whispers and footsteps of the pedestrians, and the crisp bicycle bells formed a background like white noise, which slowly calmed down his mood.

"You have to catch me more. There are only two strange thieves. One of them can't show up casually. I have to do everything myself. Time management is really not easy." Tang Ze leaned on the back of the chair and muttered to himself, "I took off the onion skin, and I've put it on. I really want to have a sleep. Go to the dream to drink some wine and relax..."

"Sir, your coffee."

"Ah, thank you." Tang Ze opened his eyes and took the tray from the waiter's hand with a smile, "Please give me two more candy cubes, please trouble you."

"You are Japanese." Hearing Tang Ze's words, the waiter hugged the tray in surprise. He might have noticed the rudeness in his words, and quickly waved his hand and added, "I thought you were a foreign tourist... You didn't speak Japanese just now."

"It's not Japanese, I'm practicing speaking, Miss." Tang Ze picked up the coffee and squinted his eyes and smiled, "Thank you for your concern, remember my sugar cube."

The young and cute waiter turned red when he smiled, and smiled shyly and embarrassedly, and walked back to the store.

This is a psychological hint that Tang Ze repeatedly strengthened himself. Some things that should not be said here should not be said in Japanese.

This is also Tang Ze's experience and habit of being an undercover agent for many years. He is used to being cautious and acting almost becomes an instinct. So until the end of the mission, no one noticed his undercover identity. If the informant hadn't had a lot of fun for him, it wouldn't be impossible to escape without losing his body...

It was not until his candy cube was sent up that Tang Ze began to reply to these messages one by one.

[Don't worry about Masami Hirota, I'm here. But you should pay attention to Akira Hirota's safety and organizational style, and you understand it too.]

[Don't worry, the small thing is over tonight, I'll go back to the cafe tomorrow ~]

[Do as I said, and you will have no problem with understanding the world and waiting for me.]

【Why are you...?】

[I've arrived already, senior~ Where are you?]

The sound of the successful emails sounded softly, Tang Ze sent a complete message, swallowing the coffee in his mouth, and carrying the commuter bag on his shoulder.

He would not be complacent about the success of the sub-scheming, after all, in fact, he chose a conservative plan.

He seemed to be trying not to change the development route of things much, only dared to speed up some parts a little, hide some parts a little, and slowly add his strength to it.

After all, he was afraid that too much change would increase the unknown future and make everything break away from his ideas. What people who like to make plans would naturally be the most feared of being out of control.

Tang Ze waved his hand and waved the tarot floating there, and the shiny "stop bet" disappeared from his sight.

"It's obvious that I'm holding such a big one... Should I call it caution or cowardice?" Tang Ze laughed at himself, shook his head, "Go and work."
Chapter completed!