Sunday, February 10, Sunday, night, Kakudo-cho.

Kiyonao Iwata is a single otaku over 30 years old, who does not have a full-time job, but has a freelance job that is to help a media friend collect various news on the Internet, compile them in chronological order for easy reading.

This includes unconfirmed gossip, but this section is to be colored separately.

For example, make a character card and compile all kinds of information about the target person, including birthday, education, work history, etc., according to relevant news on the Internet, and expand it.

For example, after knowing the school class, collect more information about the classmates of the target person, circle the outstanding people or those with special family backgrounds, and it is best to attach photos.

In short, there is as much gossip as there is, as much gossip as there is, and as deep as you can dig.

Although this work seems boring, but when you really do it, you will find that you can't stop at all, because you want to know, because you are curious, and you will really be addicted.

When you know who was a classmate with whom, or even once dated and betrayed, and then look at their current relationship whether they are close or incompatible, you will suddenly realize, oh, I see, so it is.

The feeling of knowing everything, being in control of everything, is really, wonderful.

Iwata Kiyonao's life was originally irregular, but after being persuaded by that media friend, after getting a fitness card, I went swimming every night, and I felt really better, at least I could last longer when I called the phone lady to come to the door.

However, when Iwata Kiyonao suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck and collapsed weakly, he regretted it, because before he fainted, he saw in a daze that there was a man in black wearing a black hood behind him.

He was attacked by bad guys, and he knew that it would be good to learn karate, which was the last thought of Iwata Kiyonao before he fell unconscious.

This man in black is Belmode, and Iwata Kiyonao is the unlucky guy she has carefully selected.

That media personality is another downline of Belmode, and in this online age, as long as you have money, informants are really easy to find.

Belmode didn't just make Iwata's life regular, but that most of his subordinates had a regular life.

The point is not to make them feel good and live longer, but to make it easier to control their time, and to find useful people whenever and wherever they can be used.

Traditional informants are no longer an important player in obtaining information and intelligence, and the damage caused by Nichiro Numabuchi is not as great as originally estimated, and it can be said that it has been smoothed out by the progress of the times.

That being said, traditional informants still have an important role to play, such as being a substitute for the dead at critical moments.

Belmode thought in his head, and couldn't help but have a wicked smile on his face, and at the same time bent down to check it, confirming that the unlucky man Iwata Kiyonao was really faint.

Belmode hid and called an ambulance, saying that he had found someone fainting, and while reporting the address, he stressed that it was near the Kakudo Central Hospital.

Soon, an ambulance arrived and took Iwata Kiyonao to Kamudo Central Hospital, less than a kilometer away. ……

Monday, February 11th, afternoon, Kakudo Central Hospital, Shui Wu Nai's ward.

After school, Conan slipped over and found that Shuichi Akai was on duty, so he asked him about how to deal with the attack after the retreat.

Akai Shuichi shook his head, "We haven't thought of a good way to deal with it, so we can only take one step at a time." ”

Conan asked again, "Did you find out who might be an informant for the organization?"

Shuichi Akai shook his head lightly and did not speak.

Conan sighed and didn't ask for any more details, so he said hello to Mr. Judy.

Soon after, Miss Judy arrived, saw that nothing had happened, and asked Conan if he wanted to go with him.

Conan naturally agreed, hitchhiking was better than walking. ……

Hospital lobby.

Belmode, who was dressed as an elderly man and sat in the waiting area reading the evening newspaper, took aim at Conan and Judy-sensei.

Belmode frowned, she found that she had forgotten this kid Conan, he always ran here like this, and when Gin sent someone to confirm that Shui Wu was merciful, if he saw him, Gin would definitely not let this kid live again.

Belmode had a headache, because whether she could avoid Conan or not was not in her control, it depended on how Gin was arranged.

Belmode closed the newspaper and inadvertently saw the front page of the newspaper, and immediately felt that his eyes lit up.

The front page of today's evening newspaper was the news about the arrest of a member of the U.S. Marine Corps by the police in Okinawa City, Okinawa Prefecture, for assaulting a 14-year-old underage girl.

Belmode showed a swaggering smile, this matter, maybe it can be used. ……

On the other side, in Teacher Judy's car.

Conan learns from Judy's teacher that she has observed that only Investigator Andre Carmel used the phone afterwards.

But he answered the phone, not him.

Conan asked, "Do you know, who called that?"

"He said that his wife had called from Bermuda, and that he had an early greeting when he traveled, and judging from the time difference, there was no problem," said Ms. Judy. ”

Conan asked, "Don't you see the phone number?"

Teacher Judy shrugged, "No, why are you embarrassed to say it? You can't say that—please check my phone, because I suspect you're a ghost." ”

"Definitely. Conan thought. ……

In the evening, Shinagawa, organized huts.

Belmode came to report to Gin that when she went to visit an informant at the Kakudo Central Hospital today, she found Shuichi Akai of the Investigation Bureau.

"Akai, Shuichi?" Gin's eyes lit up, "Why is he there?"

"It's not just him, but there are a number of investigators from the Bureau of Investigation, who are guarding a ward. Belmode laughed, "There's water in there." ”

"Isn't she missing?" asked Vodka.

"Stupid," Chianti said, "must have been locked up by the Bureau of Investigation." ”

"So," Cohen smirked, "how about killing her?"

"Agreed. Chianti was excited, "Gin, how about we kill it at night?"

"There is no mercy in killing water, there is no hurry. Gin stared at Belmode and pondered, "It's been so long, what should have been said has been said a long time ago." ”

"By the way," Cohen recalled, "I remember that Mizuno once spotted a rat that had infiltrated the tissue, but he was cornered. ”

"I've heard about that, too," Chianti laughed, "and the woman had been shot through both her hands and feet, and she had been dozen-poised and her ribs had been broken. ”

"But she didn't say a word the whole time," Cohen said, "and the MD who was found in the rat and who recorded the interrogation was completely unsympathetic. ”

"By the way, how did she come back from defeat to victory?" Chianti thought, "like she bit it with her teeth?"

"That's right," Cohen said, "as she was caught and tortured, she used her only remaining weapon, her teeth, to bite the rat's wrist, tear open his major artery, and then snatched his pistol from the mouse's hand and shot him in the head." ”

"Yes," Chianti said, gesticulating, "from the chin here." Then he praised, "That's a stunt that only a mad beast can do." ”

"Hehe," Vodka sneered, "is that what you think?"

Chianti squinted and said, "Say whatever you want." ”

"Big brother has always had a different opinion. Vodka sneered, "For this reason, I went to Africa and found a village to experiment." ”

Cohen asked, "Experiment what?"

"Don't you think it's strange?" asked Vodka, "why is it that Shui Wurena is not crippled and can move freely, since he was hit by four bullets from the enemy?"

Chianti and Cohen looked at each other, and then reacted together.

Chianti exclaimed, "It's the men who showed mercy!"

Cohen gritted his teeth in annoyance and said, "Yes, for sure, otherwise any bullet hitting a limb can cripple people." ”

"The four bullets hit the limbs and didn't cripple anyone, and there was only one reason, and that was to deliberately not hit the important places. Chianti slapped the table angrily and said, "Damn, Shui Wuren and that rat are actually in the same group!"

Cohen echoed murderously: "That's right, the enemy wouldn't do that, and they don't seem to be an ordinary organization, and their relationship is not ordinary, otherwise that rat wouldn't use this method to cover Shui Wupiao." ”

Chianti frowned and said, "But Shui Wuliannai's identity background is very clear, is it made of it?"

"Definitely, yes. Cohen asked, "Vodka, do you know who doesn't know what kind of organization that rat is?"

Vodka shook his head, "That guy didn't have any documents on him that would prove his identity, so I don't know who he is." ”

Chianti shouted, "Damn, when she comes back this time, she must tell her everything she knows." ”

Vodka laughed, "But I know what the mouse was called." ”

Cohen said angrily, "Please, can you speak more simply." ”

"Hehe," said Vodka with a dry laugh, "when my eldest brother and I arrived, there was no other living foreigner than the dying Shui Wuna, who was whispering a name in the ear of the remains of the rat that could no longer answer, and repeating it like a broken tape. ”

Chianti slapped the table in dissatisfaction, "Can you just talk!"

"Listen to me," Vodka said, "and the guy noticed and we broke it off." ”

"Damn!" Chianti and Cohen pointed to the vodka together, and everyone was dead, they didn't know anything, what else to say!

"Hey," Vodka protested, "I won't say anything about the attitude of you two." ”

Cohen said angrily, "We don't want to hear it either." ”

Chianti crossed his arms and said, "That's right, love to say it or not." ”

Vodka compromised, "That, well, that foreigner called that rat Hondō, that's how it sounds." ”

Chianti and Cohen looked at each other and smiled, happy together.

When the matter was over, Cohen looked at Gin and Belmode, who were confronting each other, "Gin, what the hell are you thinking? ”

Chianti stepped forward and pointed a gun at Belmode, "Gin, what the hell are you suspecting about this woman? If you think she deserves to die, I'm happy to do it." ”

"It's up to you?" Belmode said contemptuously.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you. Chianti furiously pulled out his gun.

"Alright," Gin said coldly, "Belmode, it's okay for now. ”

"It's really rare, and you'll speak for me. Belmode was silent on the surface, but his heart tightened, because Gin's performance showed that Gin was really thinking about whether there was a problem with her before.

Gin stared at Belmode, "If I asked you why you went to the Central Hospital of the Cup and found out that Shui Wuren was there, what would you say?"

Belmode shrugged, "Heaven will arrange it." ”

"yes," Gin said coldly, "what a coincidence." ”

Chianti reacted, "You woman, you wouldn't have known earlier, would you?"

Cohen also reacted, "I knew it early on, but I didn't tell us, what are you thinking!"

Vodka also reacted, "How can it be such a coincidence!"

"A coincidence is a coincidence," Belmode emphasized, "just a coincidence." ”

"Alright, let's go, let's go to the cup to the central hospital," Gin added, "I won't do it tonight, just to find out what is going on over there." ”

"Yes. ”

Chianti and Cohen, who were originally excited, were immediately deflated when they heard this. ……