Belmode let go of his hand in surprise and sat back.
"Although communication companies are obliged to keep secrets for users, as long as the police prepare special documents stamped by superiors, and multiple people are present, they can obtain the user's registration information." Conan no longer pretended to be unconscious and sat down. He stood up and pulled up his clothes, "If the person receiving the signal is not a mobile phone but a landline, you can also check the address! In other words, as long as the voice I just recorded is analyzed, you can deduce the corresponding With the numbers and letters, your boss’s name and location will be clear, even if you kill me now!”
Belmode looked at Conan blankly.
One is because Conan's preparations really exceeded her expectations, and the other is...
This kid is still so reckless. If he could be investigated in this way, that person would have been eliminated long ago. Do you know how many heroes and heroes were assassinated before they were investigated?
When it came to that person's information, it was a full-scale alert and the highest level of alert. She had to persuade him, but how?
Could this child be considered a threat? Do you think she is guilty of speaking out? Are you going to check it out out of curiosity?
"Because I guessed that if you catch the traitor Shirley you have been pursuing, you will definitely contact your boss, so I planned to be caught by you as her to get information about your boss, but Teacher Judy almost Being killed forced me to change my original plan and expose myself in advance." Conan didn't know what Belmod was thinking about, so he explained his arrangement seriously, then looked at Belmod and said, "Okay, what are you going to do? What to do? Far away, my companion is waiting for my signal. If you don’t want me to send him a signal, take me to your boss!"
Belmode continued to remain silent.
The current situation is not troublesome, but the troublesome thing is that in the future, this child will not tell Luck about this kind of thing, right?
Should she sell out Lark again?
But she can't sell it too directly...
"Don't you want to end it? Belmod!" Conan didn't want to give Belmode too much time to think, and looked at Belmod's eyes a little more seriously, "Stop playing hide and seek!"
"I know, it seems that I lost," Belmode came to his senses, took out his mobile phone, lowered his eyes and smiled, "Then I will give up on Shirley, but you'd better hide it more closely, my companions You won’t be as easy to talk to as I am…”
Easy to talk to?
Conan looked at Belmod speechlessly, wondering if Belmod's words were meant to threaten him, 'I still have many companions, and you can't take them down even if you take care of me.' Suddenly, he noticed white smoke suddenly coming out of the antenna of the mobile phone in Belmod's hand. , was startled, and just as he was about to reach out and pull the electrodes on his body, Belmod grabbed his hands, "What..."
"It's just sleeping gas." Belmode smiled.
The car was gradually enveloped in white smoke.
"Stupid, stupid," Conan felt his eyelids were heavy and his thinking became sluggish, "in this case, wouldn't you also inhale it..."
"Yes, this is gambling. If you wake up first, you can call the police to arrest me, and you can rush into the boss's house with the police." Belmode was also sleepy, looked at Conan and said softly, "If I If you wake up first...you should know the consequences, right?"
Conan gritted his teeth unwillingly, but still couldn't stop his sleepiness and slowly closed his eyes.
In the forest in the distance, Dr. Ali, who was sitting in the car, heard the conversation in the recording and became anxious. He quickly located Conan's location and drove over. Suddenly he heard a strange "pop" sound over there and was stunned. Stunned.
In the car where Conan was, Belmode shot himself in the leg with the gun he had prepared. The pain instantly dispelled the sleepiness caused by the sleeping gas.
Belmodra opened the door and got out of the car. She covered the side of her chest where Shuichi Akai's gun had broken her ribs with one hand to relieve the pain. She put away the gun and performed emergency hemostatic treatment on the bleeding area of the gunshot wound on her leg. She took off her coat and covered Conan, whose clothes had been cut open by her. Then she endured the pain from the gunshot wound on her leg, turned around and walked slowly out of the woods.
She can't call people from the organization here, it's best to go a little further...
Also be careful to avoid people, otherwise if someone sees a woman covered in blood walking on the road in the middle of the night, they might call the police.
Fortunately, the road she chose outside the woods rarely had any cars passing by in the middle of the night.
Half an hour later, Belmode walked to the highway and finally found a phone booth. She entered the phone booth. The pain made her almost exhausted and she sat down against the glass inside the phone booth. She raised her hand to pick up the receiver and dialed the number.
The call is connected.
"Gin, I had an accident here...I met Akai Shuichi from the FBI. I accidentally fell down and broke three ribs..."
"Akai Shuichi?"
Gin, who had just driven into Tokyo, listened to the phone call, "It's the FBI you made up as a silver-haired murderer in New York a year ago and tried to lure him out to kill but failed to kill..."
"I thought at the time that if he was just an ordinary murderer, he would probably let down his guard..." Belmode slowed down and endured the pain caused by the broken ribs when he spoke, "If I had known that this day would happen, I would have killed him at that time. Just get rid of it... Boss thinks that man may become a silver bullet for us in the future, and is very afraid of him..."
"Hmph!" Gin sneered and said cruelly, "In this world, there are no silver bullets that can kill us with one shot!"
"Anyway, anyway, I'm in a phone booth along Route 20," said Belmode, "Can you come and pick me up? I'm in a little trouble, I can't move..."
"Before I do that, I want to ask you a question," Gin said calmly, "Do you know a kid named Kudo Shinichi?"
Belmode was startled in the phone booth. The figures of Kudo Shinichi and Mao Lilan, who rescued her a year ago, appeared in her mind. Her expression softened for a moment. She lowered her eyes and kept her tone relaxed and calm, "Oh... I don't know you. , but I heard that he is a high school detective. During previous investigations, I seemed to have temporarily borrowed his identity..."
Yes, just 'temporary'...
She didn't think that guy Lark would tell anyone about how he met Kudou Shinichi and how he found out he was hers. It was enough to say that, and she was indeed just 'borrowing' him temporarily for a while.
As long as you cover it up as if nothing happened, Gin will no longer notice it after a while.
The boy who told her that 'one person doesn't need a reason to help another person', that kid who could surprise her time and time again, might be the silver bullet she had been waiting for for a long time and could penetrate her heart.
"Then just wait for me there." Gin said.
"Ok..." Belmod responded. Hearing the sound of hanging up the phone on the other side of the receiver, he raised his hand and put the receiver back in place.
On the streets of Tokyo, Gin made a call to Chi Feichi.
In the car following behind, Chi Feichi opened his eyes and found that the morning light had already appeared on the horizon. He took out his mobile phone to answer the call.
"I'm going to pick up Belmode," Gin thought for a moment, but still didn't mention Kudo Shinichi. "She's in some trouble and has three broken ribs. You can search in the information database and help contact a doctor. .”
"knew."
Chi Feichi hung up the phone, checked the organization's information database, found the information of a doctor from a small private hospital, and sent an email.
Takatori Yanao saw the Porsche 356A in front of him suddenly change direction, obviously heading outside Tokyo, "Boss?"
"No need to follow, Gin will go pick up Belmode."
Chi Feichi said, seeing that the email he sent showed 'received', he waited for two minutes before calling the doctor in a hoarse and harsh voice.
"It's me, Lark...where are you now?...Are there any other patients in the hospital?..."
Takatori Yannan looked sideways, probably because his face was disguised, but he still couldn't tell whether Chi Feichi's fever symptoms had subsided. After Chi Feichi hung up the phone, he asked, "Boss, do you feel better?"
"I'm fine," Chi Feichi lowered his head and sent an email on his mobile phone, asking someone to confirm the safety of the hospital. "You have to work hard for a while and go to Shibuya District."
…
When he arrived near the hospital, Chi Fei got out of the car and bought two sets of clothes at a store that had just opened on the road. He went to the alley to change, peeled off a layer of disguise, put on a pair of winter gloves, and went to the private small shop. After walking around the hospital, he stepped forward and rang the doorbell.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!"
Not long after, a man in a white coat walked to the entrance behind the glass door. He looked at the middle-aged man with a disheveled look on his face, a slight bow, and seemed to be unwell at the door. He did not open the door, "Sorry, we are closed today..."
Chi Feichi glanced at the middle-aged doctor in white coat and the layout behind him to make sure there was nothing unusual, and then said in a hoarse voice, "It's me."
"La..." The doctor was surprised, lowered his voice quickly, and opened the door, "Lark?"
After Chi Feichi walked in, he stood up straight, turned into the reception room with glass windows, and continued in a hoarse voice, "The person will be here in a moment. The ribs are broken. Prepare the medical equipment..."
"Okay!" The doctor followed.
Chi Feichi opened the doors of the clinic and pharmacy and other compartments and looked to make sure there was no one inside. Then he turned back to the consultation room, sat down behind the desk, and said, "Give me a thermometer."
The doctor who had his desk occupied did not dare to be angry or say anything. He went to flip a thermometer aside and handed it to the man in front of him who still looked disheveled but had a cold and dangerous aura about him.
Chi Feichi put the thermometer aside, and first called Takatori Yannan and Gin to tell them about the situation. Then he picked up the thermometer, sterilized it, lowered the mercury column to below 35 degrees, and measured it himself.
The doctor stood aside, silent.
Lark went to the examination room and he knew how to rule out danger.
But using a thermometer...is it to rule out whether there is a medical device malfunction here?
After a while, a black Zelas parked outside the hospital, and since Chi Feichi spent a lot of time confirming the safety of the surrounding area, Gin's black Porsche 356A also followed closely.
Chi Feichi turned around and took a look and stopped paying attention. He calculated the time and took out the thermometer to read.
I'm a little confused. It's such a cold day that Belmode actually left his coat to Conan.
Conan wouldn't be too cold in the car, and Belmode was running around wearing a sweater, and he wasn't afraid of having the same fever as him.
The doctor standing aside glanced sideways.
Um, 38.7...wait, 38.7? !
Is his thermometer broken here, or does Lark have a fever?
