"Looking for him?"
Building 7, Mihua Central Hospital, 12th floor, outside the door of Special Monitoring Ward 1201.
Uehara Katsumi, who was flipping through the documents in his hand, sat on a chair on the edge of the corridor. While focusing on the documents, he did not forget to ask questions.
Directly opposite, Miwako Sato, with her arms crossed in front of her chest, slightly bent her right knee, her heels pressed against the white wall behind her, tilted her head slightly, and stared at him condescendingly: "Yes, Saburo Uozuka Haven't they all revealed their identities as FBI undercover agents? Why don't we use the disappearance of Kenzo Masayama to test him?
"Since he wants to cooperate with us, it shouldn't be a problem for us to ask him to provide the information of these accounts? Taking a step back, even if he doesn't know who the owner of these overseas private accounts is, Kenzo Masan and Kenzo Masan He should know something about the company Kenzo used, right?
"We can also ask him if he can confirm the death of Kenzo Masayama and ask him to provide relevant information. It will take some time to get the results of the pile of bones."
Unlike Katsumi Uehara who was wary of Vodka, considering that Vodka had actually provided information to save Uehara, Miwako Sato was more inclined to believe that this person was indeed an undercover agent.
The key is that he explained all the doubts about vodka.
As Saburo Uozuka said before, if he hadn't been secretly protecting her, after Miyano Akemi's FBI boyfriend's identity was discovered and she defected, the winery would have killed her for safety reasons.
"It's not impossible, although I think this may make things more complicated." Pursing his lips, Uehara Katsuki raised his head, his eyes meeting his partner's gaze: "If I were responsible for this matter, I would definitely Vodka will be used to send some wrong information to the police."
"For example?" Miwako Sato raised an eyebrow.
Upon seeing this, before Uehara Katsumi could say anything, the cell phone in his suit pocket suddenly rang——
"Hello? Megure Police Department?"
"Ah, brother Uehara, where are you now?"
"I'm checking with Sato, what's going on?"
"There is something I need to tell you. Agent Uozuka has brought us new news."
Metropolitan Police Department, Section 1, Department 3 office area.
Megure Thirteen, who was holding the handset of his landline phone tightly, turned to look at Vodka, who looked extremely inconspicuous after changing his clothes, and said in a solemn voice: "That criminal organization has taken action again. Regarding the action against Miyano Akemi, you and Sato Come back quickly, he doesn’t have much time to stay in the Metropolitan Police Department.”
"What? Okay, I understand, I'll be right back."
Katsuki Uehara frowned after hanging up the phone, stood up and handed the information in his hand back to his partner. Seeing his sudden change of expression, Miwako Sato's eyelids twitched and asked, "What happened to Uehara?"
The man raised his cell phone: "It seems that we don't need to take the initiative to find vodka. He went to the Metropolitan Police to find us."
"Metropolitan Police Department? Wait a minute, we are leaving now. What will happen to Miyano Akemi?"
"Don't worry, she is safe on this floor. I have arranged for someone to protect her."
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Metropolitan Police Department, one class and three departments.
When Uehara Katsumi and Sato Miwako hurried back and entered the lounge, Vodka, dressed in black, was pacing back and forth next to the sofa, raising his wrist to look at it from time to time, looking like he was extremely pressed for time.
"I don't have much time, Officer Memu, I need to--"
"Sorry, there was a traffic jam on the road and I kept you waiting for a long time, Agent Uozuka." Miwako Sato opened the door, showing a beautiful smile, and apologized first, leaving Vodka with no way to vent her complaints.
"You know the traffic conditions in Tokyo, Agent Uozuka"
After closing the door, Uehara Katsumi walked out from behind Sato Miwako, nodded to the solemn-faced Megure Thirteen, and then looked at the rather impatient Vodka. The latter put his hands on his hips, looked up to the sky for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and shook his head helplessly——
"Okay, long story short, listen, I only have a limited amount of time to go out and roam freely."
The shadows of the other three people present were reflected in the sunglasses. Vodka moved his right hand to emphasize: "Gin saw the missing person notice you asked your sister-in-law to tell on the Japanese TV station, and they planned to use this to kill her.
"I don't know the specific action plan. The action team led by Gin is not responsible for this matter, but I still got the general content of the action from Gin -
"That is, Belmod disguised herself as Miyano Shiho and sent a team of people to pretend to chase her. Then she was discovered by your police, so that instead of the real Miyano Shiho, he met his sister-in-law under the escort of the police and then killed her. she."
Vodka, who said the last tactical pause, pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and warned: "I don't know the time of Belmode's action, so I can only remind you. Her disguise skills are unparalleled in the world, and the disguise is It won't be ripped off so easily, so she has the confidence to complete the task."
"..."
"..."
After listening to this paragraph, Uehara Katsumi and Sato Miwako both turned to look at their boss, who was standing with his hands behind his back. There was a hint of inquiry in their eyes, and the latter nodded.
"Believe me, I have no need to lie to you. I only care about my sister-in-law's safety. This is what I promised Xiuyi. As long as I am alive for one day, I will definitely ensure her safety."
Vodka sincerely expressed his determination to protect Miyano Akemi to the death. Miwako Sato immediately gave her partner a look——
"I understand, thank you, Agent Uozuka, this information is very important to us."
In Uehara Katsumi's silence, Miwako Sato stepped forward and expressed her gratitude to the vodka.
"I am also thinking about my sister-in-law's safety, so I will leave her to you. Shuichi will arrive in Japan to pick her up after the mission is over." Before leaving, Vodka dropped another piece of information: "I will contact you then."
"Wait a minute, Agent Uotsuka."
Miwako Sato stretched out her hand to stop him who was about to leave. Vodka's heart skipped a beat and she turned around without changing her expression: "What's wrong? Officer Sato?"
"Have you ever heard of Kenzo Masuyama?" Miwako Sato pursed her lips and handed the documents she brought back to Vodka.
"I've heard about the organization's white gloves, what happened?"
Vodka was puzzled: "That old man is not a threat at all, he is just a puppet who makes money for the organization."
Katsu Uehara, who had been silently observing Vodka's behavior for a while, took over the conversation and said, "Have you heard any rumors about him? Rumors about his change in status in the organization."
"The rumor? What kind of rumor? I only know that he was very happy to make money. The organization supported him to rise to the top, and almost drained the automobile group he controlled. Many uninformed company directors were unhappy with him and felt that he It is leading the group to bankruptcy.
"But because there has always been organized covert protection, Kenzo Mayama has always been safe and sound."
As he spoke, Vodka opened the folder and frowned. He looked at the Swiss bank account with several question marks on it and shook his head: "Sorry, except for the automobile group that was targeted and controlled by Kenzo Masayama, there are no other people in this report. I have no impression of several companies and these accounts.”
"Is this so? I'm sorry to trouble you, Agent Uotsuka."
"You're welcome. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
Vodka smiled, waved his hand, turned and left.
Katsuki Uehara stared at his departing figure, and the thoughts that had just begun to be sorted became a mess again.
real?
Fake?
Doubts pulled at his scalp one after another, almost causing him to bite his lips to bleed without even realizing it.
Maori Detective Agency.
Conan, who was writing and drawing in his sketchbook with a pen, also scratched his hair into a mess, biting his pencil and lost in thought.
No flaws.
He didn't see any flaws.
but……
Conan's eyes couldn't help but become cold when he thought of the vodka he had come into contact with——
There must be something I have overlooked, there must be something I have overlooked.
Must have……
But, one day.
For a whole day, he couldn't figure out any direction of investigation;
Uehara Katsumi was no exception, even though the two of them often exchanged each other's thoughts through emails in the day after.
Am I really wrong?
Two days later, the Metropolitan Police Department.
Uehara Katsuki, who was half lying on the work chair, pouted, put the ballpoint pen on his lips, closed his eyes and sorted out the messy and complicated thoughts in his mind.
Or is there something wrong with his thinking?
There has been no breakthrough in the investigation of Kenzo Masuyama in the past two days, and regarding vodka——
"Uehara! Something happened!"
The next second, a shout sounded in his ears, causing Katsumi Uehara to open his eyes.
Miwako Sato hurriedly came to his work station, breathing rapidly, and she looked like she had just ran in from outside.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"Someone called the police and reported that they saw a gunfight in the street. Judging from the photos at the scene, the woman being chased looked exactly like Miyano Shiho."
After taking a sip of water, Miwako Sato calmed down her disordered breathing and spoke very quickly: "Megure Police Department has sent Shiratori out. If what Detective Uozuka said is true, then this Miyano Shiho It must be Chris Binyard, codenamed Belmode.”
