"Me? Are you sure?"
Although he was surprised in his heart, but his face remained calm, Kuroba Kaito obviously did not let down his guard, and never moved a step forward. He stood in front of the locked rooftop door and asked the man not far in front of him. .
"Of course, because your skills are very good. This sentence is purely a compliment and has no derogatory meaning."
Uehara Katsumi, who didn't pay much attention to Kuroba Kaito's vigilance, admired it from the bottom of his heart: "Among the people I have met, there is probably only one person who can match your disguise ability and speed.
"Most importantly, you're smart."
"I'm really flattered to be praised by Officer Uehara."
Kuroba Kaito, who heard the implication, chuckled, his posture slightly more relaxed than before. He was very curious now, wondering how this man found out about him.
Whether it was his previous actions in the Metropolitan Police Department or his subsequent investigation of the criminal organization that wanted to frame him, he was very careful and cautious. Logically speaking, there should be no clues.
"You're welcome."
"Can I ask you a question, Officer Uehara."
"Okay, but whether I answer or not depends on my mood."
The man's frankness made Kuroba Kaito laugh: "Forget it, I'm afraid you won't be in a good mood if I ask this question."
"I appreciate a self-aware person like you."
Katsuki Uehara gave the high school student Phantom Thief a thumbs up as a compliment: "Looking forward to your final performance in this escape magic, Mr. Magician."
"Although I also like to be called that, in this magic show, the real magician should be you, Officer Uehara.
"Neither I nor the police, or even the Metropolitan Police, are just assistants and spectators."
Kuroba Kaito, who doesn't like this high-hat, has a meaningful look in his eyes: "But one thing I still need to remind you, Officer Uehara, is that escape magic needs to be rehearsed in advance, otherwise once a mistake is made, it may be fatal."
"I'd like to lend you some good words."
The index finger of his right hand pointed down the edge of the railing, and after spitting out the chewing gum in his mouth, Uehara Katsumi immediately walked towards the locked door.
Kuroba Kaito, whose muscles were tense all over, stood motionless, watching the policeman pass him by, took out the key from his pocket, and opened the locked rooftop door——
"Oh, by the way, I really have no interest in thieves like you who steal things and like to send them back, but if you are Lupine III, that is a different matter. After all, Lupine III can kill people. If you are in Tokyo If so, it falls under the jurisdiction of the First Class."
The hard iron door swayed in the wind, and the man with his hands in his pockets left without looking back, leaving only a joking word lingering in Kidd's ears.
Kuroba Kaito, who turned around halfway, stared at the figure gradually disappearing under the stairs, the expression in his eyes changing.
Katsumi Uehara, who walked off the rooftop, was not idle either. He hummed a pleasant tune and walked towards the office of Dr. Shenmu, who was not actually able to come to the hospital today.
The moment he opened the door, he saw a figure in a nurse's uniform, accompanied by Miwako Sato, adjusting the disguise on her face.
After hearing the sound, the two people immediately turned their heads nervously. Sato's hand had even been wiped on the butt of the gun - even when he saw that the person who closed the door was Uehara Katsumi, his vigilance still did not relax at all.
Chris Binyard is a master of disguise and can look like anyone.
Seeing this, Katsuki Uehara also raised his hands, indicating that he was not threatening: "Pineapple."
"..."
Miwako Sato, who was on alert just a second ago, suddenly twitched uncontrollably at the corners of her eyes: "This is different from the code word we agreed on in the plan."
Come and try it quickly. 】
"It's a safe word. It's safer to be surprised." Katsuki Uehara winked at Sato and then turned his attention to the woman beside him——
"It seems like your role-playing skills are pretty good, Ms. Miyano."
"That's too much praise, Uehara Police Department." Miyano Akemi adjusted the position of her wig and said with a smile on a face that was completely unfamiliar to her: "Is this okay for me?"
After stroking his chin and looking at it carefully for a while, Katsuki Uehara nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it seems that my friend's craftsmanship is pretty good."
"Uehara, is it really okay for us to put on a play like this?"
Miwako Sato, who no longer looked anxious in the morning, frowned and said worriedly: "What if the other party doesn't fall for the trick?"
"Given Gin's character, he would never let go of an opportunity to deal with the traitor, otherwise he wouldn't have caused all this. Obviously, Miss Miyano Akemi, you have underestimated your own importance."
Uehara Katsumi looked playful when he said this, and Miyano Akemi could only smile bitterly and said helplessly: "I can swear to God, I am really just a peripheral member of the organization, and I have not even performed a few tasks.
"The reason why the organization pays so much attention to me, apart from my sister, is probably more because of the Maharaja."
"Maharaja?"
It was the first time for Miwako Sato to hear this new name, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her scrutinizing gaze suddenly fell on Miyano Akemi, whose tone was stagnant. The latter looked bitter and nodded: "Morohoshi, he His name, or rather his pseudonym. He was an undercover agent sent by the FBI to infiltrate the organization, and he personally led the team to formulate a plan to capture Gin."
"What's his relationship with you?" Miwako Sato looked up and down at the woman in front of her, and she had a guess in her mind.
"My ex-boyfriend."
After experiencing this series of events, Miyano Akemi truly believed in the police headed by Katsuki Ohara, and naturally did not hide anything: "I guess the organization thinks that I know a lot of organization secrets from the Maharaja, plus My sister is also a researcher at the core organization, so..."
Under Miyano Akemi's slow narration, a past incident immediately surfaced and was exposed to the two of them.
Uehara Katsumi, who already knew what was going on, naturally listened with little interest.
Shuichi Akai, he knew him well, he was the number one sniper of the red side who was suspected to have learned the art of gun fighting.
In terms of her understanding of this man, Miyano Akemi is probably not as good as him.
Miwako Sato's face became a little weird when she learned that Akemi Miyano actually had a relationship with an FBI undercover agent.
What is this woman's theory? Not only is her sister one of the core researchers of a criminal organization, but her ex-boyfriend is also an FBI undercover agent?
The people around her are so important, so why is she such an ordinary person?
Shaking her head and throwing away all those messy thoughts, Sato Miwako turned to look at the man beside her: "Next, Uehara, when will we arrange for Miss Miyano to go back?"
"Don't worry, I have to spread some news first through Yuya Kazami, who is cooperating with us in the drama at the Megure Police Department and the Public Security Bureau. Gin is so smart, ordinary information can't get him."
Uehara Katsumi speculated as he randomly picked up a ballpoint pen from the pen holder on the table and played with it.
"Through the Megure Police Department?" Sato Miwako was puzzled.
But obviously, because Miyano Akemi was still present, Uehara Katsumi didn't say much.
Outside the hospital.
Before the eye-catching antique car Porsche 356a had time to drive through the hospital gate, Gin, who was sitting in the passenger seat and flipping through documents, suddenly said: "Go back, vodka."
"Ah? Brother, what's wrong?"
The obedient Vodka braked and immediately put the reverse gear on, and asked hurriedly.
"I kind of took it for granted. Since Miyano Akemi might be among the nurses in the hospital, it would be useless to keep an eye on the doctor who operated on her. Instead, it would be a waste of time. There are too many people in the hospital."
After closing the document, Gin turned his head and looked sideways at the towering Dongda Affiliated Hospital building outside the car window. A sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth: "I just thought of a more convenient way to get Belmod back."
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