There was silence in the ward.
Conan and Akai Shuichi were thinking hard.
Insufficient understanding and insufficient prejudgment conditions...
"Mr. Akai, we are preparing to hold a pre-war meeting!"
The shouts of FBI agents came from outside the door. This time it was really going to be a pre-war meeting.
Akai Shuichi turned to face the door and answered, "Okay, right away!"
Mizuki waited for the footsteps outside to leave, then lowered his voice and said, "Actually, you don't have to worry too much. I am a member of the Gin Action Team. Gin should be responsible for the plan to get me back, and others will not interfere too much." , the same goes for Lark, Gin and him seem to have a specific way of getting along, and they rarely object to each other's decisions in action."
"That is to say, the formulation and execution of their plan will focus on gin, so our plan does not need to be adjusted too much," Akai Shuichi felt a lot more relaxed, feeling that his ideas were gradually becoming clearer, and thought, "But what if If he discovers any problems during the operation, he will definitely remind Gin, right? It is also possible that in the plan, Gin mainly focuses on getting you back, and he mainly focuses on killing me. They do not interfere with each other but cooperate with each other. On the contrary, Come here, we can also divide the plan into two parts, let the organization snatch your plan back, and execute it step by step. As for Lark, I will restrain him so that he will not have the intention to remind others, even if if possible……"
Conan's heart skipped two beats, and he raised his head and looked at Shuichi Akai.
If possible, they could set a trap and catch Lark.
Capturing Lark and defeating the organization is just around the corner!
Akai Shuichi calmed down. The ideal is good, but it is difficult to arrest people. The main thing should be to send water without mercy and go undercover. There is no need to have high hopes in planning to capture Luck. There are also follow-up plans that need to be adjusted. "If we get there, At that point I said, Lark should want to see my death, and look forward to that scene more than Gin, so the final plan is..."
"If that's the case," Conan looked up at Akai Shuichi with a bright smile, "Although I don't have a better way, I have a small suggestion..."
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No. 119, 1-chome, Cupido-machi, basement of the building.
In the circular hall, the overhead light shines faintly.
An electronically synthesized voice that was indistinguishable from male to female came from the microphone, "Yes, seven years ago, the organization conducted an important operation near Hyde Park, England."
Chi Feichi stood in the dim hall and said in a calm voice, "What I want to know is what he means by those words..."
Seven years ago, London, England.
In front of the subway station, the sky was still a little gloomy after it had just rained.
A young couple hugged at the entrance, smiling and whispering their goodbyes.
The old man stood in the corridor, lowering his head to straighten his clothes. His black umbrella was leaning against the wall, with water leaking out from the tip.
Two couples took their two children out of the subway station. The two women held their children tightly, chatting and laughing together in a low voice, and the two men discussed travel plans shoulder to shoulder.
A middle-aged woman passed by the old man, her clicking high heels stepped on the stagnant water, splashing water fell on the shoe, but the owner did not pay attention to it. The woman just raised her wrist and looked solemnly. He picked up his watch and quickened his pace again, until he almost bumped into a young man who was running out. Only then was he stopped in his hurried footsteps, causing him to cry out in fright.
The two passed each other, and the boy ran out without stopping. The middle-aged woman murmured something in a low voice and hurriedly entered the subway station.
The previous call alarmed the old man in the corridor and the couple who were leaning away at the door of the subway station.
The old man turned his head and looked over, his eyes reflecting the young man's well-tailored clothes, as well as his black hair blown up by the wind, his purple eyes and tight corners of his mouth. Soon, only his back was left. In the pupils.
The intimate couple stopped blocking the road. The man stretched out his hand to pull the woman aside to avoid being hit. He looked at the young man running past with his head lowered in surprise and confusion.
Two couples stood next to a taxi on the roadside, busy greeting their children to get into the taxi. It was not until the teenager ran behind them that a young mother turned her head curiously and looked at the back of the half-grown child who ran into the park.
"What happened? What happened to the child?"
"I don't know..."
The boy turned a deaf ear to everything around him. After entering the park, he plunged into the avenue, slowed down, leaned against a big tree with rough bark on the side of the road, and looked up at the leaf tips above where a drop of rain had not fallen for a long time. , panting slightly.
An hour ago, he was in his mother's desk drawer and accidentally saw a reply letter at the bottom... rejecting his admission to Eton.
'Come to the UK to study and spend more time with your busy mother'... The moment this dream was shattered, all these years of hard work seemed worthless.
She didn't want him to come, she wanted him to stay in another country on the other side of the ocean!
Could it be that in her mind, he was a burden that would interfere with her work?
Above, the raindrops gathered at the tips of the leaves eventually fell.
The second before the water dropped on his face, the boy closed his eyes, which were gradually filled with unwillingness and pain.
Water droplets fell on the fair face and slid down the cheeks, seeming to divide the still immature face into two halves with transparent lines...
At least that's how the old man with a black umbrella hanging from his arm not far away saw it.
Because under his quiet gaze, when the drop of water flowed to the young man's mandible, the young man's originally suppressed and unwilling expression suddenly became cold. When he opened his eyes, he suddenly turned his head to look at him, with a hint of danger in his eyes. Sen Leng, like a cub quietly hiding and licking its wounds, turned into a lone wolf with its sharp claws restrained but proudly standing on the top of the mountain in the next second.
Although the face is still the same, although the expression of restrained emotions is similar, the two completely different feelings switch between each other in the blink of an eye, which is strangely sudden.
Under the tree, the young man looked at the old man standing quietly on the road with a smooth and shiny head. He looked away again, stood up straight, turned his head and looked around, as if he had just arrived here, with a vigilant look at the unfamiliar environment. He seemed to be thinking about something.
The old man stopped standing still and started to step forward.
The young man also turned his head and looked over again, frowning slightly as the old man approached.
The person who came here actually didn't look that old, but the deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes still revealed the fact that he was not young.
The clothes are a very gentlemanly black suit, with a camel coat on top. It is neat and wrinkle-free. He looks like an old man who is elegant, wealthy, and behaves calmly and gracefully, but...
The lower body is very stable, not only the stability brought by confidence and calmness, but also the traces of long-term exercise. When the hem of the opponent's coat sways back due to walking, the outline of a pistol is exposed in the pocket of the suit trousers.
An extraordinary person!
"Don't be nervous, I'm not hostile."
When the old man was still some distance away from the young man, he took the initiative and spoke fluent English. His tone was neither urgent nor slow, and his voice was very calm, "But you can't stay here any longer, not even around here."
The young man was silent for a moment, and when the old man arrived, he replied in English, "Thank you for reminding me, but isn't your head cold?"
As the old man approached, he also smelled a faint smell of gunpowder smoke.
Saying that he can't stay here is reminding him that something terrible may happen around here soon, and asking him to leave as soon as possible.
The reason why it is not a 'warning' but a 'reminder' is because the old man did not do anything that would alert others. Not only did he not touch the gun, he also kept his hands outside his clothes, with an umbrella in front of him and a It only hung down on the side where he could see it. Similarly, the walking pace did not suddenly become faster or slower. As the old man said, this was to express 'no malice', so naturally it would not be a 'warning'.
The old man paused and looked at the young man with a strange expression on his face. The muscles around his mouth moved slightly, as if he didn't know how to respond to the question "Isn't your head cold?"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that." The young man looked calm and apologized in a good-natured manner. But for a second, he seemed to be nasty again, "But I'm really curious. It's a bit cold today. You're wearing such thick clothes, why don't you wear a hat?" .”
The old man was silent for a moment, "Because my head is not cold."
A faint smile suddenly appeared on the young man's face, "Uncle, you are so funny."
"You were running past me just now," the old man looked at the young man and said, "Don't you remember?"
The young man said with an indifferent attitude, "I don't remember."
"Do you remember the way home?" the old man asked again.
"I don't remember." The young man's attitude was still casual. He looked at the old man's left eye and said nothing. From the corner of his vision, he saw someone arriving at the intersection of the boulevard. He turned towards the intersection and raised his chin, "Someone is coming."
Over there, two sturdy men dressed in black walked to the intersection, looked here, lowered their heads and talked.
"They are my people, and they are all around here," the old man said, then looked back, took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket, answered it and said to the other side, "I will take care of it, they will go to the memorial fountain first to look for them. Anbefu..."
The young man turned his head to pay attention to the two men who turned to leave. Suddenly, his face was covered by white smoke, and his sight was completely blocked. At the first glance after the smoke dissipated, the world was spinning, but he also noticed something between the old man's palm and his mobile phone. There is a black mechanical block with a small hole.
"The technology is good."
"It's okay to deal with you, but I just want you to sleep for a while... It's very troublesome for you to come out now..."
The blurry figure of the old man was pulled up high, and the mobile phone in his hand was still placed by his ear. He was not sure whether he was talking to the person over there, the young man, or talking to himself.
"Yeah, it appeared again...still doesn't remember me at all...not sure if it's the same one..."
The world turns to darkness.
…
"Still don't remember me at all, not sure if it's the same one..."
Chi Feichi took out a cigarette and bit it, then lowered his head and took out a match from his pocket, "I heard this sentence before I lost consciousness."
He wanted to light a cigarette to calm down.
Recently, he has been thinking about the lucid dreams of his previous life. The only time he can think of now, except for the time he met Nanatsuki Koshimizu and the time he climbed over a wall and became a monk in the middle of the night and wandered on the street, is this time.
Not in Japan, but in England.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was standing in what looked like a park, under a tree. Not far away, there was an old man with a bare head looking at him silently, having some confusing conversations, and then...
Being knocked down, I woke up from my dream.
He thought it was outrageous in his previous life. The hypnotic gas dissipated quickly in the air, and the content of the hypnotic ingredients was not too high. Whether it was inhalation anesthesia or pouring anesthetic on a handkerchief, it would require inhalation through the mouth and nose for a period of time. Let the other person inhale a sufficient amount of anesthetic ingredients.
Even if it is a hypnotic gas, it should be released in the space and ensure that the hypnotic gas in the space lasts for a period of time before it can achieve the effect of making people sleep.
In an open place like a park, spraying unknown gas on someone's face will cause them to collapse in an instant. This is unscientific!
That's why he was not prepared for the 'gas attack' in the dream, so he couldn't help but say 'the technology is good' before being knocked down. When he woke up, he thought it was a dream and didn't find it strange. Anything could happen in the dream. .
And now that I think about it, in this world, this bit of 'unscientific' doesn't seem very strange...
Last night, when he was researching "Does human nature love oneself?", he saw a picture of a certain scene in a movie from a pile of information. When he saw the picture of the male protagonist standing under the tree on the riding path in Hyde Park, he suddenly felt I remembered this lucid dream.
Once recalled, such dreams seemed to be very clear. He still clearly remembered the rain-wet ground under his feet, the dull prosthetic eye in the left eye socket of the old man, and every word in the conversation between the two.
I guess this is someone from the organization because the other person mentioned 'Ambev'. Although it may be a foreign name, Amberfu is also a beer from Brazil. The output and sales volume are very amazing. When I think of 'Anbefu', Bev', he inevitably remembered.
In addition to the two men at the intersection, all dressed in black, the old man talking to them has a prosthetic left eye...
After thinking about it for a day, he decided to ask that person directly.
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