Stunned, confused, and confused.
These few words accurately describe Matsuda Jinpei's current mood.
He felt something was wrong, but he didn't know where to start.
In short, the suspected member of the criminal group seemed to be persuading him, a police officer, to get back on track?
Is this really something a criminal can do?
Matsuda Jinpei was a little confused, and judging from the man's words, it seemed that he was also a policeman before?
He raised his head, and the glimmer of light coming from the gaps between the trees left spots on his face. He thought for a moment and decided to investigate the identity of this person first——
In the brief exchange of words just now, he still didn't know the name of the person.
As for that guy’s so-called awareness of joining the organization...
Ever since his meeting with Brandy and the night talk with Rei Fukiya, Matsuda Jinpei thought he was mentally prepared, and then he began to actively search for traces of the organization and wanted to join it.
However, it was only now, when someone solemnly pointed out this matter, that he realized that violating the rules he had always adhered to, even if the purpose was to investigate the truth about the death of his friend, was an insurmountable obstacle for him. .
Just like the original trend of history, facing the murderer who was so close, he finally chose to protect the people and forever lost the opportunity to arrest the murderer himself.
…
Kudo Shinichi once again came to the Metropolitan Police Department, which was almost more familiar to him than home.
When he passed the parking lot, he saw the black Porsche again, and asked slightly surprised: "This car hasn't been taken away yet?"
Yes, Gin's previously seized car was still parked quietly in the parking lot of the Metropolitan Police Department's Traffic Department.
For Gin, having his car seized was a shameful thing in itself, but going to the Metropolitan Police Department to retrieve it... was even more embarrassing.
Considering that there were no secrets in this car and no clues pointing to them, Gin simply bought a new one in order to prevent unnecessary complications.
…
Cairo, Egypt.
Miss Curacao, who was lying in the room, felt a little melancholy.
After Brandy's visit here, her importance in Rum's heart plummeted. She used to be the latter's absolute confidant, but now...
Curacao knew very well that the reason why Rum kept her alive was probably because he was worried that after getting rid of her, he would be ridiculed by Brandy and fell into his divorce plan.
Rum is a suspicious person. He neither believes that Brandy will reveal the information that Curacao betrayed him, but also suspects that Brandy's purpose of revealing this information is to do the opposite - to cover it up with clumsy counter-insurgency tactics. The fact that Curacao has been betrayed.
Driven by this mentality, Curacao was unable to win back Rum's trust even with repeated assurances.
"Knock knock knock."
In the silence, a steady and orderly knock on the door suddenly sounded.
Hearing this voice, the silver-haired lady with heterochromatic eyes became alert. She took out the pistol under the pillow and held it in her hand, then tiptoed toward the door.
It was true that she was loyal to Rum, but she couldn't just be killed like this.
The silence inside the door did not make the people outside leave just like that. The knocks on the door echoed at the frequency of three knocks every five seconds.
Curacao briefly checked the firearm in his hand and said calmly: "Who is it?"
"Moscato."
What came from outside the door was a hoarse female voice. This voice was very familiar to Curaçao. Its owner was now the popular person around Rum and the undisputed second-in-command.
"What are you doing here?"
Curacao asked without opening the door.
She now doubted that such a cadre came to her home with the purpose of taking her life on Rum's orders.
"You have a mission from North America. Mr. Rum asked me to come and deliver it." Moscato said through the door, "If you don't open the door, I won't be the one who comes here next time."
This implicit threat was somewhat sickly and weak in the hoarse and weak voice of the visitor, but Curacao, who knew its origin, obviously could not take her lightly.
The code name Moscato comes from the Moscato sparkling wine in Italy. People who hold this code are powerful cadres who are active in the European underground world all year round. Their main enemies are spies and agents from various Western European countries. They are relatively representative. It is MI6, and the two sides have recorded no less than ten exchanges of fire so far.
In the third year after Rum was exiled, he recruited this leader of the Nordic branch into his own power group.
Previously, Moscato did not gain Rum's full trust because he joined late, but now... Due to problems in Curacao, the position is vacant. This bottle has proven his loyalty to the organization with his record. Bubble wine is naturally promoted.
After weighing for a moment, Curacao looked through the peephole on the door and confirmed that the other party had no fighting intentions, then she opened the door.
Moscato walked into the room with shoulder-length gray hair that was slightly curled at the ends. He had fair and delicate skin and obvious black bags under his eyes, as if he looked haggard from not getting enough sleep for a long time.
After looking around at the layout of the room with blue eyes as deep as the deep sea, she turned her attention to Curaçao, who was on guard.
"Are you nervous?" she asked.
Moscato's appearance is undoubtedly beautiful. She wears an open orange jacket on her upper body and a slim-fitting black short-sleeved T-shirt underneath.
"No, I just didn't expect..."
Curacao, who carefully observed Moscato's appearance this time, realized that this well-known cadre in Europe was actually shorter than her.
Moscato walked to the guest sofa and sat down in a comfortable manner. He took out a small tape recorder from the bag he was carrying and placed it on the coffee table.
"Please sit down, would you like something to drink?" she asked like a host.
"No, this is my home."
After confirming that the other party did not appear to be fighting, Curacao put the gun in the holster on his waist and also came to sit on the sofa.
"What is this?" she asked, looking at the tape recorder in Moscato's hand.
"This is……"
Moscato took out another tape from his bag, put it in, and pressed the play button.
A clear voice came from the recorder.
"I promise you."
Hearing this, Curaçao's expression changed: "This was not my original intention, it was just a temporary measure to escape!"
The content in the tape was clearly the voice that she had to agree to when Brandy threatened her in Sindora Company.
"No, why is this conversation in your hands! Are you Brandy's man?"
Curacao discovers blind spots.
Even if Brandy made the recording at the beginning, this recording should not appear here. The person who holds this recording now is most likely an undercover agent planted by Brandy.
Moscato meticulously took out the tape and put the recorder back into his bag. While packing it away, he replied: "This was taken out from the archives of the intelligence department by the undercover agent installed by Mr. Rum at the headquarters."
"He said that the information that could be obtained so easily must have been done intentionally by Brandy."
"So Lord Rum asked me to tell you that now there is an opportunity for you to prove your loyalty."
