"Because I've seen him before." Moriran blushed a little as she remembered that trip, "When I went to New York with Shinichi......

She told the story of meeting Shuichi Akai.

Before Conan could recover from the last incident, he was poured a bunch of information again, and he was even more confused.

In particular, he knew more about things than Maorilando - such as the murderer they rescued, who appeared to have committed suicide, but was actually killed.

…… Could it be that there are organized undercover agents in the FBI?

Conan's eyes darkened, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his future was bleak.

However, as a young man who is always full of self-confidence, by the time he walks all the way back to the Maori Detective Agency, he has recovered and quickly rekindled his fighting spirit - although the enemy is strong, he is not completely without clues, as long as he persists, he will one day be able to defeat it.

What's more, Akai may not be a member of the organization, although he looks fierce and robs the street, but in the end, he also returned the cat.

Conan poured himself a bowl of chicken soup for the soul and became calm again.

Shiraishi pretended to enter the café.

After Conan and Maoriran went upstairs, he walked out of the door again, found a stray cat nearby, and glued the transmitter that Shuichi Akai had just posted to the innocent cat.

It didn't process the transmitter halfway.

Akai Shuichi has seen Mao Lilan and Conan, and if you want to check it, you can always find the address here, and throw away the transmitter halfway, but it is easy to be regarded as a ghost in your heart, causing some unnecessary trouble.

After that, Shiraishi returned to the café, moved his body to the table in the café and slept on his stomach, and walked through the door behind the counter by himself to return to the house.

……

Conan took advantage of Maolilan's cooking in the kitchen, left a note saying that he was going to the doctor's house to play games, and then slipped out of the house excitedly.

As he descended the stairs, Conan pinched Takashi Itakura's diary disk, smiled abruptly, and began to imagine what information he could gain from it.

But things didn't go as smoothly as he thought.

As he passed by the back door of Shiraishi's house, the door opened coldly, and a hand reached out from inside, dragging Conan into the house, and then the door closed again.

Conan was startled when he was grabbed by the collar. He took something related to the organization, and he was already feeling weak, but when he was suddenly "attacked", his first reaction was that the suspicious Akai followed, and when he saw him going downstairs with a magnetic sheet, he moved on him.

But it didn't take long for Conan to learn that it wasn't.

After struggling to turn his head, he saw that he was carrying a black cat he hadn't seen in a while—the one with sunglasses and straight hair.

Conan's heart at the mention of his throat was half lowered.

When he looked around, he found that there was no Akai Shinji, and the black cat didn't look like he was in a hurry, let alone coerced, so he let go of the remaining half of his mouth.

Then hurry up and report the news:

"Just now I met Shinji Akai with Xiaolan and your cat, and he asked if we had met...... A curly-haired man who often wears a mask. ”

Conan didn't directly use the phrase "I've seen you".

First, judging from the attitude of the black cat who repeatedly ignores his problem, the black cat doesn't seem to want to fall off the horse, and forcibly picking it up may lead to being beaten.

In addition, it is easy for the black cat to figure out the situation.

After saying that, Conan craned his ears, thinking that maybe he could find out something—the black cat should have reacted to such a sudden situation. Number Six

Conan didn't expect to hear the Black Cat's analysis and evaluation of the matter, he just felt that there should be a frown, a deep contemplation, or a disdainful sneer...... I can judge the seriousness of this matter based on this.

However, to his surprise, when the black cat heard this, he leaned over and approached, looking like he wanted to say something secret.

Conan was stunned for a second, flattered and leaned over, listening with bated breath.

However, he didn't hear a word, only felt empty in his hand—the black cat bent down and pulled the disk he was holding and straightened up again.

“……？” Conan was stunned.

He subconsciously replayed the picture just now in his mind, and then was shocked to find that if he didn't talk about the impression, he only looked at the black cat's behavior this time......

This is exactly the script I am most worried about!

- The members of the organization heard that Takuru Itakura was dead, the members of the organization paid attention to the people around Takuru Itakura, and the members of the organization found Conan Edogawa who took the disk......

According to this development, the next step is definitely to extinguish.

The black cat should not ......

Conan thought of this, and a cold sweat came down. When encountering things related to the Black Cloth Organization, he has always had a tendency to be delusional about being victimized, and it is difficult to change.

He thinks that although the black cat is an undercover agent, the undercover identity is not exactly the same as a good person - in order to completely infiltrate the target organization, the undercover agents will often try their best to assimilate themselves with the people in the organization...... Otherwise, they won't be able to sneak in at all.

In short, now, Conan feels that he has become the price of the black cat's smooth lurking.

He regretted that he hadn't confirmed whether there was a bug here just now, so now that the words had come out, he couldn't wash them even if he wanted to. At the same time, he subconsciously looked around for Baishi, feeling that this was probably the only way to survive at the moment...... However, there was no one in sight, and they may have been evacuated, or they may have been sleeping somewhere.

Shiraishi saw Conan's expression go from dazed, to shocked, and finally to a heroic ...... that was about to die It's inexplicable to watch.

He thought about it for a second, feeling that it would be a very large project to completely straighten out and understand Conan's brain circuits at the moment, so he felt like giving up.

Shiraishi took two steps to the living room, and when he looked back and saw that Conan hadn't followed, he went back and carried him away.

He pulled out a dining chair and put a petrified Conan on it, then sat down across from him.

"I want this." Shiraishi tapped the table twice with his disk, reminding Conan to come back to his senses, "In return, I can send you some information." ”

“……？” Conan sat up straight cautiously, feeling that the situation was not quite what he had thought. It seems that there is no need to sacrifice.

This was followed by a burst of surprise - the black cat was going to tell him the information, and it was not the kind of statement of one or two words, it was "some"!

After the surprise was over, Conan couldn't help but look at the disk on the table with curiosity.

If it was something ordinary, or something of a little value, the black cat would probably take it away directly, and wouldn't have said so much to him at all.

If it were more valuable, you might be able to hear the black cat's verbal thanks.

But now, the information in this can make the black cat willing to exchange the information for ...... What kind of valuable information does this have to be?

Conan couldn't help but visually measure the distance between the black cat and himself, and then unconsciously glanced at the anesthesia table on his wrist.

Realizing what he was thinking, he took a deep breath and suppressed the unreliable thought.

Now, at least I can hear what the black cat has to say, but if I can't help it......

“…… Ahem. ”

Conan looked up and looked at the person across the table without squinting, with a serious expression, pretending that he hadn't thought anything about it.