"I can rest assured that."
After learning that no one had lived in this room before, Finch put the suitcase back.
"Go down and prepare dinner." The black-haired man with red eyes said and walked into the kitchen.
after an hour.
Fifque sat calmly at the dining table with candlesticks, looking at the dishes in front of him that could only be eaten in top restaurants, and held the knife and fork.
Brandy……
Have you really never trained at a professional chef academy?
Can ordinary people achieve this level?
I have a subtle feeling that my two peers have already lost.
Will they really not be disliked if they come back?
Just contact them later.
After meal.
"Master Xiuzhi, please allow me to help you wash up..." The man with black hair and red eyes followed the young man with a smile and introduced himself.
"Bang -" The young man walked into the room expressionlessly and slammed the door.
Wei Que watched as Brandy's face was hit by the door.
"Are you okay?" Wei Que asked, twitching his lips.
"Well, I'm fine, thank you for your concern." The man with black hair and red eyes turned his head, wiped the nosebleed with a handkerchief, and replied with an elegant smile.
Fifque: Brandy...is very strong in every sense of the word.
Kaa... is also very strong.
These two people...
"As long as you're okay..." Wei Que nodded and returned to the room.
He turned around and started calling his two colleagues.
Of course, he prioritized calling Scotland over Bourbon.
The call was quickly answered.
"Fifque? What's the matter?" The Scottish voice on the other end of the phone was still gentle, as if he could imagine that the other party should also have a gentle smile on his face.
"I just want to tell you that Brandy and I have replaced you and become Kaa's partners." Wei Que explained.
"It's you and Brandy...what kind of person is Brandy?" Scotland asked.
"He is a... strange guy, calling himself Kaa's lackey. He has no shame and seems to have no sense of morality... a typical organizational character." Wei Que thought for a while and commented.
"Stooge...another one." Scotland smiled.
Wei Que keenly heard a subtle sound coming from the other end of the phone.
"Bang-bang-bang-"
There was a critical sound like a punch to the flesh, and a muffled grunt.
"Are you on a mission?" Wei Que asked.
This kind of movement...
Are you torturing or interrogating your enemy?
"So be it." Scotland looked at the figure in the corner who was grabbing a person by the collar and punching him one after another.
Seeing that the other party was almost beaten to death.
Scotland didn't say anything to stop it.
"The noise was too loud, Bourbon. Even the other side of the phone heard it." He just reminded with a gentle face.
"Bang——" The last punch.
The other party rolled his eyes and became completely silent.
"I know." The blond man let go of the dead man's collar, stood up and wiped the blood spattered on his face. He took off his bloody gloves, rolled them up casually, put them into the evidence bag he carried, and put them away. .
"Didn't you say that we would capture a few living undercover agents and send them back to Xia Bu for use?" Scotland said helplessly.
We agreed to take a few undercover agents back, let Chablis brainwash them, and then return them to their original institutions to work as undercover agents.
Just beat him to death...
"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't control it for a moment." The blond man smiled brightly and raised his hands to say embarrassedly.
Several figures in the corner who were tied up and unable to move helplessly shed tears.
"The undercover agent is also dead, and his family is useless. Just kill him." Scotland's tone was gentle and helpless.
"That's what I meant. There are still many undercover agents alive anyway." The blond man smiled.
He took out his gun.
Ignoring the frantic shaking of their heads and the tears falling from the tied figures.
"boom--"
"boom--"
"boom--"
Three gunshots rang out.
Wei Que frowned and answered the phone while doing the task? These two people are really free.
"We're going to escape. Let's talk next time." Scotland's voice sounded.
Then there was the sound of a car starting and the sound of tires scratching the road.
and the sound of the phone hanging up.
"The driving skills taught by Yan Er are indeed very suitable for escape..." Wei Que said with emotion.
…
Shuji Tsushima on the other side was also talking to someone on the phone.
Across the way, there was an elementary school student who was alone in the hospital.
"Haiyuan just came to the hospital..."
"She said...if I told Xiaolan these things...she would definitely be targeted by the organization..."
"The organization will kill all the insiders..." Edogawa Conan's voice was blank and suppressed.
Tsushima Shuji blinked and became a quiet listener.
Although what the other party said was wrong, he did not refute it.
It is true that the organization will kill all the insiders, but the organization will not check whether the other party knows or not.
For people related to Edogawa Conan, the organization actually assumes that they know the truth.
For example, Dr. Agasa, the Mori father and his daughter, the Young Detective Team, the Kudo couple, Hattori Heiji's family, Toyama Kazuha's family...
Even if you don't know it, you will be eradicated.
Just in case~
The reason why everyone is still alive and well now is just because Tsushima Shuji did not intend to let Edogawa Conan die.
If Edogawa Conan were to die, these people wouldn't survive.
Well, in short, at least if the elementary school student dies, he won’t be lonely while walking on the road to hell?
Tsushima Shuji smiled silently.
A gun was raised in his hand.
Pressed against his abdomen.
"boom--"
The voice of the elementary school student on the other end of the phone stopped.
"Ahem—" Tsushima Shuji vomited blood with a smile on his face.
"Tsushima? Tsushima?? What's wrong with you??? Are you okay??!!! Where are you now?!!" came the anxious voice of a primary school student.
"I'm fine..." Tsushima Shuji took the time to reply.
Then his fingertips pressed the gun again.
"boom--"
"Cough-cough cough-" He spat out a mouthful of blood again.
The body was shaking with pain.
There was a smile on his face from beginning to end.
"Tsushima??? Are you on a mission??? Are you injured?!" Edogawa Conan's voice went from doubtful to full of certainty.
"Don't tell others, ahem - I'll hang up first, ahem - I'll see you on the garden tour..." Tsushima Shuji said in a weak voice, vomiting blood.
Then hung up the phone.
He let go of the gun in his hand and it fell to the ground.
He lay on the bed, covering the spot where he was shot in the abdomen with his hand, then raised his hand, looked at the blood on his palm, and smiled.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha-"
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha-"
"Isn't this interesting?"
"I wish you a sweet dream tonight, Kudo Shinichi."
"hahahahahahahahahahaha--"
He covered his face with his arms, his bloody palms facing upwards, and couldn't help laughing.
"Master Xiuzhi, we are coming in." The person outside opened the door.
"What happened?" Wei Que rushed in with a serious and calm expression.
Then I saw...
The pistol fell to the ground.
A young man lying on the bed laughing with his hands covered in blood and his abdomen bleeding.
"Ah, it came just in time. I don't have to dig out the bullets myself." Tsushima Shuji stopped laughing, sat up and pointed at the two gunshot wounds in his abdomen.
It's very painful to dig the bullet out of the flesh with your bare hands...
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Kudo Shinichi: Thank you so much.
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