"You haven't received a reply from the doctor yet?"
"Yeah..." Conan opened the empty mailbox, feeling a bit confused and having a headache.
Although the doctor would occasionally become so obsessed with his experiments that he'd forget to eat and sleep, he had promised to provide detailed information. But after an entire night, there was still no reply... This was the first time something like this had happened.
Kazawa seemed to be thinking about something and then asked, "What about your father..."
"Same thing. Either the call won't go through, or no one answers." Looking at a string of unanswered call logs, Conan sighed, "I guess it's the deadline... Every time he can't finish his work before the deadline, he throws his phone into another room and calls it a 'writing retreat'... In reality, he just doesn't want to answer the editor's calls urging him to submit."
But at such a critical moment, my dad...
Considering the grade and cost, the dining standards provided by Izu Princess Hotel were quite good.
While the Mouri father and daughter were still asleep, Conan snuck downstairs with Kazawa, secretly drank coffee, and had breakfast. Although the two important information sources didn't give timely feedback, Conan was still in a good mood.
Kazawa's eyes didn't fall on Conan's ruddy face, but glanced over at the guests on the other side.
Sitting at the table next to them was the old man pretending to be blind, Genichirō Kaneshiro. As an investor, unlike the other participants who were too busy with work to leave, he naturally stayed to enjoy the three-day vacation.
At this moment, Genichirō Kaneshiro was holding today's newspaper. On the front page, a building was burning in the heavy rain. Even though it was printed in black and white, it still gave a strong visual impact.
Kazawa stared at the headline, eyes moving slightly, and a strong sense of déjà vu emerged.
"The fire of hell in the heavy rain! A series of explosions occurred in the laboratory of Chengtian Biological Research Institute!"
"Makoto..." Miyano Akemi stared at the large front-page photo, her expression tightening. She spread out the newspaper and laid it on the dining table.
"Maida." Hoshikawa Teru closed his eyes. "The research institute I participated in back then... it was this place, right?"
"That's right." Miyano Akemi's voice was soft and trembling. "This was one of the projects Shiho was responsible for..."
Xingchuan Hui lowered his head and watched.
The research building in the photo had a very striking circular glass curtain wall.
A spacious, bright corridor. The broad floor-to-ceiling windows spread out like wings, embracing the morning light of Tokyo... That was a scene he could never forget back then.
Now, the beautiful circular curtain wall had been shattered by the explosion into uneven cracks. The dark scorch marks and twisted glass were all entangled together, like the elegant exterior skin was ripped off, revealing the distorted essence beneath.
Xingchuan Hui curled his lips: "This current state... really fits what they should look like."
Miyano Akemi gave two bitter smiles, not knowing how to respond to his words.
But she was more worried about Shiho.
"If this is one of the organization's labs, and something like this happened..."
At this point, Miyano Akemi's throat tightened, and she couldn't continue.
"Yes, yes, I understand..."
While the two sat silently in the room, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Kazawa's voice came in.
The moment they made eye contact, Kazawa raised a finger to his lips. The two who were about to ask about the explosion in the lab immediately fell silent.
"It's not a mandatory task, right?" Kazawa closed the door and walked into the room, still talking to someone on the phone. "To be honest, I'm not familiar with her—if you insist that experimenters and test subjects are a kind of relationship, then yes, we've met. I can't guarantee that I can find her. You'd better contact Bourbon-senpai as soon as possible."
The moment she heard the pronoun Kazawa used, Miyano Akemi immediately clenched her fists.
"...The organization's KA-related distribution channels were recently damaged?" Kazawa walked to the dining table and, under the gazes of the two, laughed twice in a smug voice, "Hahaha, though I'm happy to see it, as you can see, I'm the one who got dragged down too. You should check the black market carefully. The police won't investigate a 'painkiller' for no reason..."
He kept that mocking tone of "It's not me, but it looks like me! Pop the champagne!" until the person on the other end was so disgusted they hung up.
As the call ended, Kazawa's smiling expression instantly disappeared.
Kazawa usually maintained a kind and friendly image to reduce his sense of threat. It was rare to see him so serious.
"Sister Akemi." Kazawa looked at Miyano Akemi and gave her the situation directly in simple terms, "Shirley defected."
"Huh? Shirley defected?"
Amuro Toru's tone was unfriendly and cold, trying to suppress his shock: "So that's why Vermouth suddenly dumped the mission on me and left? I see now, Gin. First it was Akai Shuichi, then it's Shirley... It's really rude to always screw up and then come bothering busy coworkers."
Gin, who had just been annoyed by Kazawa's gloating, tried hard to control his grip on the phone, but still made the metal frame creak under pressure.
Whether it was because he was used to fighting Kumail, or because they had worked together too much, ever since Bourbon and Kumail became semi-fixed partners, Bourbon's aggressiveness had nearly doubled.
This made Gin more and more reluctant to deal with this group of intelligence faction people.
"I didn't ask you for help," Gin replied coldly. "Shirley escaped from the base facility, and the surveillance didn't catch any trace of her. That's the interrogation area you often visit. Do you know her escape route?"
So it seems someone may have helped her escape...
Amuro Toru glanced at his phone, the corners of his mouth curled up in a silent sneer.
Unexpectedly, after Kazawa destroyed the entire drug smuggling chain, his strategy to avoid suspicion from the police actually dodged an internal investigation...
Kazawa might really be a lucky guy.
"Which room did you lock her in?" The police officer, steering with one hand while violating multiple traffic laws, stepped on the gas and sped up, "Give me the exact location."
Gin looked at the pedestrians outside the window and answered bluntly, "The gas chamber on the second basement floor."
"...Gas chamber, huh? Did the boss give you permission to execute her?" The image of Miyano Shiho flashed through Amuro Toru's mind. His grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, but his tone remained indifferent.
Elena-sensei's daughter? She played an important role in the organization's research.
Why did a violent conflict suddenly break out, to the point Gin would threaten her with capital punishment?
"She's defected now. Anyone has the right." Gin was unmoved by the provocation.
"Okay, let me think..." Amuro Toru deliberately stretched his words for a few seconds before answering, "Try the garbage duct. The gas chamber's operating room and ventilation port aren't independently monitored. If someone is careful enough, an adult could avoid the cameras and find an exit."
Gin's eyebrows twisted together: "Since you knew about this security flaw, why didn't you report it earlier?"
"I just visit often, I'm not the person in charge," Amuro Toru coldly shifted the blame. "Besides, you didn't even leave someone in the control room to monitor, and you just locked her in the gas chamber directly... Gin, you're really imaginative with your methods."
As soon as he finished, Amuro clearly heard a deep inhalation of breath from the other end.
Then, the call was cut off.
Amuro Toru glanced at his phone, then slipped it back into his pocket, nodding slightly to himself.
As long as your sarcasm level exceeds Gin's tolerance, he will immediately stop communicating—this was his style.
Kazawa's method really worked...
But Kazawa is one bold guy. As expected, only he could come up with something like this.
(End of chapter)
Let me know if you'd like Chapter 176 done the same way.hapter 175: Gin: I will kill you all sooner or later
2024-03-14
"You haven't received a reply from the doctor yet?"
"Yeah..." Conan opened the empty mailbox, feeling a bit confused and having a headache.
Although the doctor would occasionally become so obsessed with his experiments that he'd forget to eat and sleep, he had promised to provide detailed information. But after an entire night, there was still no reply... This was the first time something like this had happened.
Kazawa seemed to be thinking about something and then asked, "What about your father..."
"Same thing. Either the call won't go through, or no one answers." Looking at a string of unanswered call logs, Conan sighed, "I guess it's the deadline... Every time he can't finish his work before the deadline, he throws his phone into another room and calls it a 'writing retreat'... In reality, he just doesn't want to answer the editor's calls urging him to submit."
But at such a critical moment, my dad...
Considering the grade and cost, the dining standards provided by Izu Princess Hotel were quite good.
While the Mouri father and daughter were still asleep, Conan snuck downstairs with Kazawa, secretly drank coffee, and had breakfast. Although the two important information sources didn't give timely feedback, Conan was still in a good mood.
Kazawa's eyes didn't fall on Conan's ruddy face, but glanced over at the guests on the other side.
Sitting at the table next to them was the old man pretending to be blind, Genichirō Kaneshiro. As an investor, unlike the other participants who were too busy with work to leave, he naturally stayed to enjoy the three-day vacation.
At this moment, Genichirō Kaneshiro was holding today's newspaper. On the front page, a building was burning in the heavy rain. Even though it was printed in black and white, it still gave a strong visual impact.
Kazawa stared at the headline, eyes moving slightly, and a strong sense of déjà vu emerged.
"The fire of hell in the heavy rain! A series of explosions occurred in the laboratory of Chengtian Biological Research Institute!"
"Makoto..." Miyano Akemi stared at the large front-page photo, her expression tightening. She spread out the newspaper and laid it on the dining table.
"Maida." Hoshikawa Teru closed his eyes. "The research institute I participated in back then... it was this place, right?"
"That's right." Miyano Akemi's voice was soft and trembling. "This was one of the projects Shiho was responsible for..."
Xingchuan Hui lowered his head and watched.
The research building in the photo had a very striking circular glass curtain wall.
A spacious, bright corridor. The broad floor-to-ceiling windows spread out like wings, embracing the morning light of Tokyo... That was a scene he could never forget back then.
Now, the beautiful circular curtain wall had been shattered by the explosion into uneven cracks. The dark scorch marks and twisted glass were all entangled together, like the elegant exterior skin was ripped off, revealing the distorted essence beneath.
Xingchuan Hui curled his lips: "This current state... really fits what they should look like."
Miyano Akemi gave two bitter smiles, not knowing how to respond to his words.
But she was more worried about Shiho.
"If this is one of the organization's labs, and something like this happened..."
At this point, Miyano Akemi's throat tightened, and she couldn't continue.
"Yes, yes, I understand..."
While the two sat silently in the room, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Kazawa's voice came in.
The moment they made eye contact, Kazawa raised a finger to his lips. The two who were about to ask about the explosion in the lab immediately fell silent.
"It's not a mandatory task, right?" Kazawa closed the door and walked into the room, still talking to someone on the phone. "To be honest, I'm not familiar with her—if you insist that experimenters and test subjects are a kind of relationship, then yes, we've met. I can't guarantee that I can find her. You'd better contact Bourbon-senpai as soon as possible."
The moment she heard the pronoun Kazawa used, Miyano Akemi immediately clenched her fists.
"...The organization's KA-related distribution channels were recently damaged?" Kazawa walked to the dining table and, under the gazes of the two, laughed twice in a smug voice, "Hahaha, though I'm happy to see it, as you can see, I'm the one who got dragged down too. You should check the black market carefully. The police won't investigate a 'painkiller' for no reason..."
He kept that mocking tone of "It's not me, but it looks like me! Pop the champagne!" until the person on the other end was so disgusted they hung up.
As the call ended, Kazawa's smiling expression instantly disappeared.
Kazawa usually maintained a kind and friendly image to reduce his sense of threat. It was rare to see him so serious.
"Sister Akemi." Kazawa looked at Miyano Akemi and gave her the situation directly in simple terms, "Shirley defected."
"Huh? Shirley defected?"
Amuro Toru's tone was unfriendly and cold, trying to suppress his shock: "So that's why Vermouth suddenly dumped the mission on me and left? I see now, Gin. First it was Akai Shuichi, then it's Shirley... It's really rude to always screw up and then come bothering busy coworkers."
Gin, who had just been annoyed by Kazawa's gloating, tried hard to control his grip on the phone, but still made the metal frame creak under pressure.
Whether it was because he was used to fighting Kumail, or because they had worked together too much, ever since Bourbon and Kumail became semi-fixed partners, Bourbon's aggressiveness had nearly doubled.
This made Gin more and more reluctant to deal with this group of intelligence faction people.
"I didn't ask you for help," Gin replied coldly. "Shirley escaped from the base facility, and the surveillance didn't catch any trace of her. That's the interrogation area you often visit. Do you know her escape route?"
So it seems someone may have helped her escape...
Amuro Toru glanced at his phone, the corners of his mouth curled up in a silent sneer.
Unexpectedly, after Kazawa destroyed the entire drug smuggling chain, his strategy to avoid suspicion from the police actually dodged an internal investigation...
Kazawa might really be a lucky guy.
"Which room did you lock her in?" The police officer, steering with one hand while violating multiple traffic laws, stepped on the gas and sped up, "Give me the exact location."
Gin looked at the pedestrians outside the window and answered bluntly, "The gas chamber on the second basement floor."
"...Gas chamber, huh? Did the boss give you permission to execute her?" The image of Miyano Shiho flashed through Amuro Toru's mind. His grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, but his tone remained indifferent.
Elena-sensei's daughter? She played an important role in the organization's research.
Why did a violent conflict suddenly break out, to the point Gin would threaten her with capital punishment?
"She's defected now. Anyone has the right." Gin was unmoved by the provocation.
"Okay, let me think..." Amuro Toru deliberately stretched his words for a few seconds before answering, "Try the garbage duct. The gas chamber's operating room and ventilation port aren't independently monitored. If someone is careful enough, an adult could avoid the cameras and find an exit."
Gin's eyebrows twisted together: "Since you knew about this security flaw, why didn't you report it earlier?"
"I just visit often, I'm not the person in charge," Amuro Toru coldly shifted the blame. "Besides, you didn't even leave someone in the control room to monitor, and you just locked her in the gas chamber directly... Gin, you're really imaginative with your methods."
As soon as he finished, Amuro clearly heard a deep inhalation of breath from the other end.
Then, the call was cut off.
Amuro Toru glanced at his phone, then slipped it back into his pocket, nodding slightly to himself.
As long as your sarcasm level exceeds Gin's tolerance, he will immediately stop communicating—this was his style.
Kazawa's method really worked...
But Kazawa is one bold guy. As expected, only he could come up with something like this.