Waiting for Conan, who was chasing the signal, to arrive at the scene on a skateboard, all he was left with was Hirota, who was lying on the ground unconscious and his face was crooked.

Fiddling with his glasses, Conan checked the signal on the lenses with the address in front of him, reconfirmed that the source was attached to the man in front of him, and frowned.

After quickly confirming that this was not a corpse, Conan turned the man's crooked face and saw no obvious injuries, before calling the police and calling the emergency number.

"Why did he pass out here......

Thinking about how things had happened, Conan crouched down and opened the man's pocket.

Before the police arrived, Conan checked the man's belongings while scanning everything in the alley, not missing the slightest possible clue.

"Ah, there are documents, is this, passports?" The man's wallet was in the inner pocket of his chest, and when he opened it, he saw a stack of brand new banknotes, pachinko vouchers, and a passport and room card stuck in the side pocket.

He first opened his passport.

The photo on the passport is the tall man in front of him.

"Akira Hirota!" The moment the name came into view, Conan immediately straightened up.

According to Joker's information, Kenzo Hirota and Masami Hirota are both pseudonyms.

And at this moment, the tracker on Miss Masami's body is attached to this man, but he is also surnamed Hirota......

Did he take Masami Hirota away from the hospital, or did Masami Hirota escape from the hospital just to meet this man?

So what's going on now, Masami Hirota knocked him out and left, or is there a third person present?

His mind was spinning rapidly, and Conan was still surveying the scene quickly.

Soon, he found the fish-mouth heels in the trash can that were discarded at the top, which was exactly the style Masami Hirota wore today, and he took advantage of the squatting down to tie his shoes, and pasted the transmitter on it.

There was no blood, and the shoes were in good condition, not like they had been forcibly removed.

Loosening his shoe, Conan saw a small white dot in his peripheral vision, and he bent down to pick up a small white bead from the wall behind the man, and held it in the palm of his hand to look at it.

"Rubber, this is, BB bomb?" Pinching the texture of the beads, Conan estimated its size and made a guess.

Was Akira Hirota stunned by this thing?

Toy guns, model guns, once such keywords appear in his mind, Conan immediately remembers the vivid model gun that joker took out on the train that day.

What did this person do secretly, could it be that as soon as he informed him of Kenzo Hirota's death, he found Masami Hirota.

Damn, I informed him when I had news, how could he have any plans and what he wanted to do, and he didn't even give a little warning.

A momentary dissatisfaction with the Riddler arose, remembering that Joker had asked him not to contact him on the phone before, but Conan endured it again and again, and then turned his attention back to the man who had fallen to the ground.

If Joker stunned him, maybe Masami Hirota's trail didn't need to worry about it for the time being.

However, three pseudonyms with the same surname, associated paths, inexplicable tracing commissions......

Conan held his chin, and all kinds of information in the past few days were intertwined, and began to slowly outline a clear vein.

Kenzo Hirota, who was killed, was a gambling horse farm, a pachinko, and a debt slave of a yakuza affiliated with the organization......

Why did two gamblers with huge gambling debts suddenly become rich, and even Kenzo Hirota would pay a year's rent in his apartment in one go; How did these two people get in touch with the organization, and what role did Masami Hirota play in it?

In a flash of inspiration, Conan's eyes widened.

Tang Ze's sigh full of emotion replayed in his ear: "I just suddenly felt that life is really not easy, 1 billion yen turned out to be the largest case......"

He clutched the key card in his hand tightly and smiled confidently.

"Hey, is that Officer Twilight?" Pulling the voice changer to his mouth, he said to the person on the other side of the phone, "It's me, Shinichi Kudo...... Please bring someone to find Conan as soon as possible, and the person he found fainting over there may be the real murderer in the murder you have at hand. Please be sure to investigate the circumstances of this murderer carefully, and I suspect that he, the deceased Kenzo Hirota, and the missing woman, Masami Hirota, are the three criminals of the '1 billion bank robbery' that happened a few days ago. ”

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One by one, as the radio waves passed through the crowd, like secret whispers, the few words on the screen of a few inches, in the sliding of the fingertips, fell into Tang Ze's blue eyes.

[Are you following Masami Hirota? 】

[What are you doing Tang Ze, why don't you answer the phone? What's the matter with Gin's side looking for you? 】

Are you sure you want to do this, leader? Sounds like a lot of uncertainties. 】

[I know that you are not Tang Ze, and your plan will not succeed. 】

[Come to the rice flower station, as soon as possible. 】

"Whew...... I'm so tired. ”

After briefly extinguishing the screen, Tang Ze closed his eyes and gently adjusted his breathing in the afterglow of the setting sun, the sound of the vehicle's engine, the whispers and footsteps of pedestrians, and the crisp bicycle bell merged into the background of white noise, which slowly calmed his mood.

"It's better to catch a little brother, there are only two people in the strange thief group, and one of them can't show up casually, I have to do everything myself, and it's not easy to manage time." Tang Ze leaned back in the chair and muttered to himself, "The onion skin is off, put on and taken off, I really want to sleep, go and drink some wine in my dream to relax and relax......"

"Sir, your coffee."

"Ah, thank you." Tang Ze opened his eyes, smiled and took the tray in the waiter's hand, "Please give me two more sugar cubes, I'm sorry for you." ”

"You're Japanese." Hearing Tang Ze's words, the waiter hugged the tray in some surprise, probably sensing the rudeness in his words, and hurriedly waved his hand and added, "I thought you were a foreign tourist...... You didn't speak Japanese just now. ”

"It's not Japanese, I'm practicing speaking, miss." Tang Ze picked up the coffee and squinted and smiled, "Thank you for your concern, remember my sugar cube." ”

The young and lovely waiter smiled back embarrassed and embarrassed by his smiling cheeks, and walked back to the store with his head down.

This is a psychological hint that Tang Ze has repeatedly strengthened himself, and if there are some things that should not be said here, don't say them in Japanese.

This is also Tang Ze's experience habit of being an undercover agent for many years, he is used to being cautious, and acting has quickly become an instinct, so until the end of the mission, no one actually noticed his undercover identity, if it wasn't for the informant who gave him some fun, it was not impossible to get out......

It wasn't until his sugar cubes were brought up that Tang Ze began to reply to these messages one by one.

[Don't worry Masami Hirota, I'm here. On your side, pay attention to Hirota's safety, and the style of organization, you also understand. 】

[Don't worry, little things, it's over tonight, I'll go back to the café tomorrow~]

[Do as I say, go and know the world and wait for me, there will be no problem.] 】

[May I ask ...... you are?] 】

[I've arrived, senior~ Where are you? 】

The sound effects of successful emails sounded softly, and Tang Ze sent all the messages, swallowed the coffee in his mouth, and put the commuter bag on his shoulder.

He will not be complacent about the success of a little trick, after all, in fact, he has chosen a conservative plan.

He seems to be trying not to change the course of things too much, only daring to speed up some parts a little, hide some parts a little, and slowly add his own power to it.

In the final analysis, he is deeply afraid that too much change will increase the unknown future, and will make everything out of his imagination.

With a wave of his hand, Tang Ze scattered the tarot floating there, and the shining line of "All or Nothing" disappeared from view.

"Obviously, I have such a big hanging...... Should I call this prudence, or should I call it, cowardice? Tang Ze laughed at himself and shook his head, "Go to work." ”

(End of chapter)