This time Ikue looked at the note and found that it was Akai Shuichi's call, so he hung up the call without saying any goodbye to Conan.
Conan stared at the interface where the call had ended, full of questions.
What is going on with people nowadays? After Haiyuan Ai hung up his phone, Qingshui Yuxian hung up. Was it so difficult to hear what he had to say? ?
The call was connected, and Akai Shuichi's calm voice was slightly distorted by the signal transmission, but it still fell clearly into Yujiang's ears: "Qingmizu-kun, I hope you won't hide anything from me.
"Andrey Kamel, is he the target of your organizational mission this time?"
oh?
Yu Jiang raised his eyebrows slightly.
Has his cheap brother finally realized this problem? He thought that his previous hints could be called explicit.
but……
Shuichi Akai, do you know that your sister is still in a dangerous situation that may explode at any time?
Between family and work, do you still choose work without hesitation?
He is obviously a human being with red blood, but he can make such a cold choice. Should he really be worthy of being the son of the Akai family?
"So what?" Yu Jiang heard his own voice saying casually in a frivolous tone, "Excuse me for reminding you, you are no longer an FBI undercover agent or a member of the organization. I don't need to explain the organization's tasks to you in detail. You report, don't you?
"Even if you are an undercover agent, you should have some freedom and space of your own. I made this very clear before I agreed to become FBI."
He found this very interesting.
Even an ordinary traffic police officer like Yumi Miyamoto knew to pay attention to the words when calling him to try to avoid the possibility of the call being eavesdropped by a bomber. However, with Shuichi Akai, a professional agent, he didn't care at all. Ordinary people under the cloud of bombs.
Sometimes Akai Shuichi's indifference makes Yujiang a little shocked.
Who is the person who grew up in the organization, is covered in mud, and is dyed black?
Shuichi Akai was not angry at Ikue's ridicule and eccentricity. Maybe he already knows Yue's character and conduct very well, or maybe he knows that the FBI's current situation does not allow them to lose their only source of intelligence. Akai Shuichi's mood is very stable, just like Yue's evaluation of him-stable to the point of appearing Somewhat indifferent.
He spoke calmly: "I'm not asking for your opinion or asking you to do anything. There is no absolute freedom in this world. Since you agreed to my solicitation and chose to become an FBI, you should shoulder your own responsibilities. Don't You are too willful, Qingshui-kun."
ha?
Yu Jiang really wanted to laugh out loud.
In such a situation where the entire Metropolitan Police Department was nervous, when faced with bombs and bomb criminals that could threaten the lives of loved ones at any time, Akai Shuichi still had time and mood to warn him not to be too willful.
Who are the willful people? !
In the darkness, only the cigarette on the fingertips of the man in the knitted hat shimmered with orange light. He stood in the shadows with one hand in his pocket, and a man who had been tied up was thrown at his feet.
"Keep Andrey Kamel alive, I know you have the ability." Shuichi Akai spat out these words lightly, and hung up the phone as if he didn't care about the life and death of his subordinates at all.
It can only be said that things have changed. In the past, Ikue hung up on Conan, and now Akai Shuichi hung up on him.
He didn't even use words like "I believe" or "I hope", but calmly and decisively "know". He knew that Yu Jiang had the ability to save Andrey Kamel, and he also knew that no matter what he said, No matter what, Yu Jiang will definitely do this.
"Hmm..." The man on the ground twisted his body like a maggot, and at the same time a few broken and weird laughs escaped from his mouth, "It turns out to be the FBI, and you are with that person. Haha! But you must not have imagined it. What did I do! Do you really think that catching me is the end of it?"
Akai Shuichi calmly put away his mobile phone and squatted down in front of the man. His expression was indifferent and clear: "Matsuhashi Takata, I should not have called your name wrong. Since I have accepted the FBI's witness protection plan, You should no longer do anything that endangers social stability. Even a six-year-old child knows this truth, so you don’t need me to remind you, right?"
The man chuckled. He didn't see any fear of being caught by the FBI. Instead, he said proudly: "I'm counting to three, the most exciting part is about to come. Three, two..."
"one!"
"Dang Dang Dang! Surprise!"
The building of the Department of Mathematics suddenly sounded a shrill horn sound.
Yujiang frowned and looked at the loudspeaker hanging on the ceiling. Sera Masumi and Mao Lilan, who were working on questions in the classroom, looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and vigilance.
"Hello, future generations of Japan." A noisy voice came from the loudspeaker. Because the noise was too loud, I could barely distinguish what he was saying. "I placed many poison gas bombs in the ventilation ducts of this building. , as long as the switch is activated, everyone will die! But how can I bear to let so many young children die? So, I also installed a bomb alone in classroom 206. Now it’s your turn to make a choice, whether to want a bomb or not Where are the gas bombs? There are still ten minutes until the sun sets, please think about it slowly~"
Ventilation ducts, gas bombs?
Yu Jiang's first reaction was that it was absolutely impossible, because he had just climbed all the way up from the first floor. If there was something abnormal in the ventilation ducts, there was no way he would not notice it.
But soon he realized the problem - it was the cleaner of the mathematics department building! Because they could not alert the prisoners, the police did not restrict anyone from entering the building. During Yujiang's inspection, in addition to the teacher leading the competition, several cleaners also entered the mathematics department building, and they were holding cleaning tools in their hands. Tools for ventilation ducts.
Matsuhashi Takata mixed gas bombs into these materials and sent them into the building through the cleaners, becoming a weapon that threatened the lives of students.
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Police Officer in the computer center, I admire you for getting here. It must not be easy, right? In that case, how about leaving this rare choice opportunity to you?" The voice from the loudspeaker was still there. Continuing, "There is a button placed on the penultimate desk in the second row. As long as it is pressed, the bomb in classroom 206 will explode. At the same time, all ventilation ducts will be blocked, and the students will be safe."
“Make your choice quickly!
"I'm really looking forward to it~"
Yu Jiang looked along the direction he mentioned, and sure enough he found a controller disguised as an air conditioner remote control on the table. The bright red button on it seemed to indicate something.
Matsuhashi Takata's words were very arrogant, but it was also these words that revealed that he was not in a place where he could monitor the mathematics department building at the moment. Because he mistook the people who went to the computer center as police officers, and Yujiang had not concealed his identity as the teacher since he was a student at Tokyo University.
