Chapter 928 There Is Someone Special Around You

Shopping mall·underground parking lot

The clicking sound of high heels echoed in the silent and empty space.

If Officer Megure were here, he would have discovered that the missing hostage lady was walking towards a yellow high-end sports car with a calm face.

She took out her keys, unlocked the sports car, and was about to get in—

"Is it really appropriate to just leave like this?" A childish boy's voice sounded behind her, "You have something to do with that man, don't you?"

The woman's movement toward the handlebar paused slightly, and her glasses glowed with white light.

"Ah." The woman said calmly, "I can't help it. Aren't you the one who drove me away?"

The woman turned around, and the expression on her face suddenly changed into a look familiar to Conan: "And that man is not a murderer, right?"

"Yes." Conan smiled confidently, "He has an injury on his right shoulder, which can be seen from the way he held you hostage."

Belmode tilted his head and did not hide his appreciation: "And a person with an upper limb injury certainly cannot have the strength to commit murder with a dagger, unless he was injured after the incident."

Then Belmode laughed again: "It's really amazing that you can recognize me."

Conan closed his eyes slightly and said, "I can see from your trouser legs that your right ankle is bulging, right?"

"Ankle?" Belmode looked as he was told and saw a bulge, "Ah, so that's what it is."

It turned out that the spare pistol she had tied there exposed her identity.

"You probably want to wait until the man takes you hostage to a place where there are only two people, and then use that gun to kill him, right? However, I don't think you can use the pistol at all." Conan guessed.

Conan's trust in her strength was very helpful to Belmod. She tore off the mask with the hood attached and said with emotion: "I didn't expect to receive your praise."

"Belmod." Conan's face darkened and he asked, "Why does the organization want to investigate this murder case?"

For some reason, Conan felt that Belmod would definitely answer him.

In fact, Belmode did not disappoint him.

She was slightly surprised at first: "It's really straightforward."

"tell me."

"Because of the NOC." Belmode continued with Conan's slightly shocked eyes. "Maybe a certain NOC in the organization, in order to protect themselves, secretly copied the organization's NOC list and took the memory card with the list with him. Carry. This matter has been identified, and the organization planned to get rid of that person in the near future, but..."

"He must be dead, and the memory card with the list was taken away by the murderer." Conan finished the rest of the words for her.

Everything suddenly became clear in an instant, and Conan immediately understood the purpose of the organization: "If the prisoner is caught by the police first, the police will most likely view the contents of the memory card, which will be bad."

Belmode smiled and said nothing. She took out a cigarette, held it in her mouth and lit it.

Conan thought for a while, and his expression suddenly became serious: "The fact that you are here means that the Metropolitan Police Department should still have your undercover agents. No, it should be that you sent someone to disguise himself as a certain police officer to learn about the progress of the police investigation, right? Who is that man, mezcal? And who is he pretending to be?”

"Ah, it's a familiar code name." Belmode laughed, "I didn't expect you to think of him."

"Tell me, Belmod." Conan said eagerly.

Belmode leaned on the sports car and stared at Conan. After a few seconds, she said: "Ireland."

"Irish whiskey?"

"Yes, it's the kind of whiskey that has very little foreign flavor and is mild." Bellmode said. "As for the bottle of tequila in your mouth, he is the person in charge of this operation."

Conan frowned.

Is Mescal actually the person in charge? It turns out that his status in the organization is so high.

"Pay attention to the people around you. There have always been extraordinary people around you." Belmode said suddenly.

Conan was about to ask when he saw Belmod raise his hand and loudly said: "Mr. Guard, this kid seems to be lost!"

"No, I didn't..."

Belmod had already gotten into the sports car, stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car sped towards the exit of the parking lot, startling the guard.

Conan stared at the direction the sports car left with a serious expression.

Belmode was not the first person to remind him to pay attention to the people around him. Mr. Akai had said similar words before. Moreover, Belmode shifted the conversation to this after mentioning Ireland and mezcal. What on earth did she want to tell him?

Could it be that Ireland or Mezcal is on his side?

If you think about it this way, Ireland is a code name that only appeared recently, and it is unrealistic to stay with him all the time. So, it’s mezcal?

Does anyone around him look suspicious?

Conan's thoughts inadvertently fell on the gentle and jade-like manager of the music classroom. He was originally very reluctant to doubt Mr. Asano, but the serial murder case that Mr. Asano mentioned on the previous phone call made him unable to ignore it.

Conan suspected that the case Asano Nobushige was talking about at the time was the case they were investigating now. However, the police kept this case highly confidential. Even Mouri Kogoro didn't know about it until the day of the joint meeting. How did Asano Nobushige know?

…

"Didn't you already send people to sneak into the Metropolitan Police Department? Why do you still need me to provide information?"

In a simple bachelor's apartment in Mikawa Town, Toru Amuro was sitting at the computer desk making a phone call. He was talking to Gin while tapping the keyboard, not knowing what he was doing.

"Mescal has no time to check the intelligence? Didn't he come to Japan for vacation? Why is he busier than you? Let me see, is Shindo Sumire..." Toru Amuro quickly cut out the website and entered Shindo Sumire's name on another platform. .

While waiting for the data to be loaded, the screen of another mobile phone that Toru Amuro had placed aside suddenly lit up. He picked it up and looked at it, frowning.

Gin on the other side of the phone urged impatiently: "Aren't you ready yet, Bourbon?"

After hearing this, Toru Amuro shifted his gaze to the screen: "Sumi Shindo, painter, whose address is in Hachioji City. I will send you the detailed information by email."

"I got it." Gin hung up the phone decisively.

Toru Amuro, who was rudely cut off from the call, didn't care about these small things. He typed quickly on another mobile phone with one finger:

[What happened? ]

Pressing the send button, the recipient's number belongs to his comrade--Asano Nobushige.

Tens of seconds later, Nobuhiro's reply arrived:

[Belmod may once again suspect Asano Nobuhige's relationship with Mescal, and would like your help to confuse her. ]

Seeing this email, Toru Amuro secretly breathed a sigh of relief, with a slight smile in his eyes.

The Thousand Faced Witch of the organization, Belmode, used to fool others, but now she finally has the opportunity to fool her.