Chapter 1328 Matsuda: There Is No Such Thing as a Good Egg!

The feud between the CIA and the FBI is no secret.

Upon hearing the identity of our hall Yinghai, the FBI investigator's expression immediately became confused: "I'm sorry, this is our FBI's own business, you..."

"Please don't get me wrong, we have no intention of getting involved in the investigation." Hondo Yinghai smiled, "It's just that bombings have been frequent recently. If the case in the motel has the same culprit as the case in downtown Washington, then this is not the FBI itself. matter."

The FBI investigator looked very ugly: "Then what do you want to do?"

"Please allow us to observe the investigation."

It seems reasonable to just watch without intervening. So the FBI said nothing and acquiesced to the request of Yinghai and his colleagues.

…

Nothing in this world travels faster than news.

Not long after the incident, news of this new bombing reached the DC city area dozens of kilometers away.

At that time, Nobushige was sitting in the hotel restaurant having breakfast. The secretary brought today's morning briefing and put it in his hand.

Nobuhiro did not check immediately, but chatted with Belmod about what happened last night.

"I heard that the FBI immediately blocked the scene and our people couldn't get in." Belmod said casually, "It seems that the FBI should have suffered a lot of losses."

"Are you sure there is an FBI in that hotel?" Nobuhiro asked with a frown.

"It's almost impossible to get an exact answer for something like this."

"What's your answer?"

Belmode smiled: "My answer is yes, and there are five people. The casualties are currently unknown."

Nobushige easily accepted Belmod's answer: "What is the purpose of the FBI secretly arranging for five agents to stay in that kind of motel? They don't intend to find out the real culprit of the explosion in the motel, do they? "

"Who knows, after all, the explosion really happened." Belmod elegantly ate the bacon on the plate.

If the FBI really wanted to investigate the case, they should have sent people to the crime scene and investigated the victims who were deeply involved in the bombing - like TENSE, instead of hiding in a suburban motel.

Xinfan thought for a while, took out his mobile phone, edited an email, and sent it.

The secretary who had been standing next to him saw that he didn't seem to want to read the briefing yet. He coughed twice and reminded: "President, today's briefing contains very important information."

"Is there anything more important right now than a terrorist attack?"

Asano Nobushige's eyes were so sharp that the secretary stepped aside and whispered in his ear: "A batch of arms shipped from Mexico to the United States was lost some time ago, and most of them contained bombs."

Xinfan's eyes narrowed and he immediately realized something.

He quickly picked up the briefing and read through the contents.

"Belmod."

"Huh?" Belmod looked over lazily.

"How long will it take you to investigate the type of bomb used in the motel bombing?"

"Didn't I say that this kind of thing cannot be investigated?"

"How long?" Nobuhiro asked again.

This time, Belmode was slightly stunned, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened a lot: "Half an hour."

"Very good, I'll see the results in half an hour." Xinfan stood up, politely refused to follow his subordinates, and walked towards the door of the restaurant alone.

If the motel bomb attack was carried out by the same group as the previous attacks, why did the group they targeted change from the TENSE Group to the FBI? If not... Nobuhiro has already smelled a conspiracy.

When he reached the door, Nobuhiro met a Maori woman and a Conan child who were preparing to come to the restaurant for dinner.

He originally wanted to pretend not to see it, but the sharp-eyed Conan started calling his name from a distance, and his voice was so loud that it even attracted the attention of the surrounding residents. Nobuhiro couldn't think of himself as blind and deaf at the same time, at least stop.

"Good morning, Mr. Mori, Miss Xiaolan, Conan-kun."

"Good morning, Mr. Asano." Mao Lilan asked with a smile, "Where are you going?"

"I have business to deal with every day."

"That's it..." Mao Lilan was a little disappointed, "Dad and I were talking just now and wanted to ask Mr. Asano to investigate the client's affairs with us."

The more this happens, the more Mao Lilan misses the past days. Whether it was when Shinichi was around or when Mr. Asano was around, she was never as lonely as she is now.

If Conan knew that Mao Lilan put him and Mr. Asano in the same position in his heart, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood, right?

In fact, for Maori Ran, Mr. Asano and Shinichi are both important, but the important aspects are different.

With Kudo Shinichi, Mao Lilan is content and happy every day, but Shinichi sometimes makes her feel distant, as if she can't catch up with him no matter what she does.

But when you get along with Mr. Asano, you don't need to consider these things at all. Mr. Asano himself is an elder brother-like existence who can give people a sense of security. When Mr. Asano is here, Mao Lilan can relax a lot. He doesn't have to worry too much about Mao Li Kogoro or Conan. Anyway, there is always someone behind him to help him do these things.

Mao Lilan's sad expression was particularly dazzling in Conan's eyes.

He grabbed Mao Lilan's hand, raised his head and said "innocently" and "seriously": "It's okay, Sister Xiaolan, as long as I'm here, I will definitely find out who sent the threatening letter to Mr. Rick." of."

Mao Lilan was startled for a moment, then laughed: "Okay, then I'll ask Conan to help dad."

"Um!"

From an angle that Mao Lilan couldn't see, Conan breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he felt someone tap his shoulder hard.

Conan immediately looked over alertly, but only saw the familiar face of Mr. Asano.

"What, what are you doing, Brother Asano!"

Nobuhiro stopped his hand, stood up straight, and said with a smile: "Come on Conan, if you continue like this, you will soon become a qualified detective."

Conan Half Moon Eyes: "I am already a qualified detective now."

"boom!"

Mouri Kogoro punched him unceremoniously: "Children should be low-key and humble!"

Conan held his head and cried without tears.

Young and energetic, young and energetic, do you understand? A middle-aged man like my uncle should be low-key and humble!

…

After being separated from the protagonist group, Nobushige returned to the hotel room and was not as busy with work as he said.

While humming, he pulled out a suitcase from under the bed that was exactly the same as the suitcase on the luggage rack. Then he took out the "little props" that Matsuda Jinpei left for him from the mezzanine of the suitcase, and followed his own instructions. method to open.

After doing this, Nobushige set the hotel's constant temperature refrigerator to 98 degrees Fahrenheit, took off the tracker that had been kept close to him, and threw it in.

The refrigerator mainly provides energy for the tracker, and as for signal anomalies, it is left to "Matsuda Jinpei".

After staying in the hotel for so many days, Nobuhiro had a rough idea of ​​the layout and security of the hotel.

In the United States, which advocates freedom and privacy protection, surveillance cameras are very rare. Only absolutely public areas of the hotel are equipped with surveillance cameras. For example, cameras are not allowed to be installed in guest room corridors.

This created the conditions for Nobuhiro to leave the hotel without anyone noticing.

He first disguised himself in the mirror, then chose the mask of an inconspicuous white young man and put it on the outermost layer. Finally, he changed into a hotel waiter's uniform and picked up the bag he had prepared in advance. With everything in place, Nobumangi walked out of the room in a grand manner.

The so-called full set of acting, even though there was not a single humanoid creature in the corridor, Nobuhiro still bowed towards the empty room: "I'm leaving first, sir."

Nobuhiro's journey went very smoothly. His rich experience in disguise allowed him to gain the trust of everyone. There was even a foreman who urged him to work quickly - even though they did not know each other.

However, Nobumangi never expected that Belmode would come back.

Doesn't this guy have to drink tea (fish) in the restaurant every morning until lunch recently?

Nobuhiro didn't dare to make a mistake in front of the master of disguise. Even he was not completely sure that he could hide it from Belmod. Moreover, Belmod was too familiar with him. The more familiar people are, the easier it is to find that they have not noticed it themselves. details.

To be on the safe side, Nobuhiro decided to take a detour.

"Brother over there."

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out—it was Belmode.

Nobushige guessed that Belmode was calling him, but it didn't matter. As long as he wasn't embarrassed, others would be embarrassed.

Nobuhiro gave full play to his deaf acting skills, pretending not to hear the guest's call, and walked straight to the corridor next to him.

The next second, Nobufan felt his eyes blur. Belmod was already standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

Nobuhiro: "..."

Is this woman really still in the human category? Are you sure she didn't suddenly awaken any strange abilities?

"Brother, may I ask how to get to the beauty room in your hotel?" Belmode asked with a smile.

How does Nobushige know where the beauty room is!

As for the approach of "Belmode didn't know anything anyway, so he just pointed in a random direction", Nobuhiro wouldn't even think about it.

Are there just a few words "I'm doubting you" written on someone's face without looking at them? If he dared to do that, Belmode would immediately expose his identity.

The problem now is not how to fool Bermod, but how to make Bermod turn a blind eye and pretend that he has not seen anyone similar to Mescal today.

So Nobuhiro also put on a business-like fake smile: "I'm new here and I don't know the location of the beauty room. But I just came from the nursery. There are two children there who insist on touching dangerous wires. If not If there were adults watching over them, something might have happened to them."

Belmod paused slightly, seeming to be thinking about his words.

Nobuhiro was not in a hurry and still kept his fake smile.

After a moment, Belmode nodded: "Okay, it seems I can only go to the beauty salon by myself."

In this way, Nobushige solved the only trouble.

It's a good idea to threaten Belmode with Conan and Maorilan, and it's tried and true.

"Mezcal." Bermod suddenly called from behind.

The waiter, who was not called by name, continued to move forward.

Belmode stared at his back and said in a slightly cold voice: "Next time, it will be useless for you to mention anyone."

Xinfan kept walking, but sighed in his heart. Belmod's patience was indeed limited.

But... who mentioned Kudo Shinichi and Mao Lilan again just now? Everything is just Belmode's own imagination. Mezcal is still in the room!

…

On the other side of the ocean, Matsuda Jinpei was struggling with the computer with wet hair and a towel.

"Ahh! That bastard Zhufu Jingguang! He'd better not let me see him, otherwise I will definitely let him know what real hell is!!"

It was already very late, everyone else was getting ready to go to bed, but he was the only one who had to be pulled up to work by Zhu Fu Jingguang! And this overtime may be eight or nine hours!

Doesn't Zhu Fu Jingguang know that the time difference between the United States and Japan is as long as half a day?

As a patient, Matsuda Jinpei felt that he needed to fight for his legitimate interests!

The device that Nobuhiro is carrying can indeed modify the positioning and audio independently, but those prerequisites are that the modification is not large, the level of precision is not high, and Nobuhiro himself is present. Like today's practice of disappearing completely, Nobuhiro was free. He only suffered from Matsuda Jinpei's illness and had to get up from bed to work for him.

Someone knocked on the door from outside, but Matsuda Jinpei didn't hear it because he was too focused.

Zhufu Gaoming knocked twice more and found that he could only hear Matsuda Jinpei's complaints, but no one opened the door for him. So he had no choice but to push the door in impolitely.

In Zhufu Gaoming's eyes, Matsuda Jinpei sat astride the bedside in an extremely inconspicuous manner, typing on the keyboard with one hand and holding a half-eaten iced watermelon in the other.

"Matsuda-kun." Zhufu Gaoming called helplessly.

This time Matsuda Jinpei finally heard: "Ah, it's Brother Gao Ming, can we talk about anything tomorrow?"

Although he kept complaining about someone's dishonest behavior, Matsuda Jinpei actually took this unexpected task very seriously, and he did not want Jingguang to be exposed because of himself.

"Yes." Zhu Fu Gaoming responded quietly, "I just came to remind you that tomorrow morning we will go to the police station to meet Mr. Fang Gu."

"good!"

Seeing that he agreed, Zhu Fu Gaoming did not stay here anymore. He quietly exited the room and closed the door.

When he was the only one left in the room again, Matsuda Jinpei suddenly reacted!

Wait, are you going to the police station tomorrow morning? Then doesn’t he have to stay up all night tonight? !

Sure enough, Zhu Fu Jingguang and Jiang Gu Ling didn't have a good egg! !

…

Nobushige changed out of his disguise and clothes in the public restroom near the hotel, and now he looked like just an ordinary Asian tourist visiting the United States.

In his bag is a compressible backpack that can be unfolded to fit everything inside.

According to the tracker's positioning, Conan and the others were still in the hotel, so Nobuhiro could wait a while before meeting the target by chance.

Yes, he never makes meaningless actions. He patted Conan on the shoulder just to install the tracker.

I'm afraid the little detective still needs to learn from him on this matter.