The Corpse Collector In Conan Chapter 912: The friend you mentioned
The other side. Mao Lilan, Suzuki Sonoko and Conan also returned home smoothly.
Although the high school students experienced two cases in a row tonight, it may be because there are not so many air enemies. The mental state of the three of them is better than that of Vodka who only experienced one case.
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After washing up, Conan pretended to lie down and sleep.
Actually, amid Kogoro Mouri's snoring, he secretly opened the door, slipped downstairs, and took out his cell phone.
Conan: "..." Unknowingly, the power of the black organization has infiltrated so close to him, and vodka has become Jiang Xia's assistant...
If the vodka is directed at him, Conan still plans to try to solve it independently.
But now, it's obviously not his business alone - a little carelessness may result in the death of a whole street.
So...
By the light from the street lamp, Conan pressed his phone, looked through the address book, and found the number of his father, Yusaku Kudo. .
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Although the last time, when Kudo Yusaku came to him, Conan proudly refused the help from his elders in order not to go back to the United States with his parents.
But after such a long time, the proud high school student detective has spent so long beside Jiang Xia, a terrible spoiler machine... Conan has become Buddhist, and his bottom line has gradually become flexible.
——Compared to the ending of group destruction, what's wrong with hugging your parents' thighs?
In any case, the best way to deal with it is to achieve the goal without killing or setting fire.
For such a big matter, instead of blindly selecting in a dilemma, it is better to try to get in touch with Interpol or the FBI through Kudo Yusaku—maybe they have more understanding of this mysterious organization. Learn more.
Thinking this way, Conan finally convinced himself thoroughly.
He pressed the dial key. Call Yusaku Kudo.
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The bell rang a few times, and the other person picked it up.
Conan cleared his throat uncomfortably: "Dad, there is something important, is it convenient for you to talk now?"
"Wait a minute."
The background sound from Yusaku Kudo sounds a little messy, like it's outside.
After a while, with the slamming of the car door, the other side of the phone fell silent, and Kudo Yusaku got into the car.
Soon, an adult's reliable voice came from the receiver: "What's wrong?"
"It's...that organization may have already targeted Jiang Xia."
Conan lowered his voice and told Yusaku Kudo in detail about the situation he encountered tonight, as well as his own thoughts and speculations.
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There was silence on the phone for a while.
Conan waited patiently for a while, and couldn't help being suspicious: "Dad?"
"Well, I'm thinking." Kudo Yusaku came back to his senses and reminded his occasionally aggressive son:
"It happens that I have a friend in Tokyo, and I will ask him to find out the general purpose of the organization's contact with Jiang Xia. Don't act rashly—if those people's target is not Jiang Xia, and your abnormal behavior has aroused the vigilance of the organization, Things will be troublesome instead."
Conan is not surprised by this result, he has long known that Yusaku Kudo has a lot of connections.
However, when I heard this sentence, I was still a little surprised: "What kind of friend? Which organization has infiltrated the organization to such an extent?" To be able to find out such details as "the organization's purpose of approaching Jiang Xia"...
Yusaku Kudo did not answer. Valley
He laughed and joked: "I remember someone saying before, 'You don't need the help of your parents, you can solve things by yourself'-I don't know if these things that can be solved include the source of information."
Conan: "..."
... He originally thought that he had lost his integrity.
But now, it seems that there is still a little bit left.
——At the thought of telling Yusaku Kudo to leak the secret through the phone, and eating back his previous speech... Conan couldn't help but want to grab the ground with his head.
Moreover, it is undeniable that the questions he asked were indeed too sensitive - the identity of that "friend" might be an undercover agent who sneaked into the top of the organization. Even if I really put aside my face and asked, my father probably wouldn't tell him...
Thinking of this, Conan snorted, barely maintaining his integrity.
He changed the subject, chatted casually for a while, and then hung up the phone.
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Although I am very curious, but...
Conan looked at the darkened phone screen and sighed: Forget it. After all, he is his own father. If the information is really important, he probably doesn't need to ask, and his father will tell him.
And now, since Dad doesn't say anything, he can't find out if he asks.
Besides, even if the real father is unreliable, isn't there still Anonymous?
——According to Anonymous' habit of adding obstacles to the organization and saving high school student detectives. If Vodka really had some conspiracy against Jiang Xia, Anonymous probably wouldn't watch it.
Conan: "..." However, Anonymous is not all a good organization. Those guys probably abducted Jiang Xia and became a group of mysterious people with them. Why not go to America...
Alas, there is still too little information to know.
Conan sighed dejectedly.
At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and tapped his head.
——Mao Lilan was preparing to have a midnight snack just now, when she suddenly found that the child was missing, so she came all the way to find it.
She looked at Conan's expression suspiciously: "What worries you at such a young age? Don't think too much about it, I'll take you to the press conference tomorrow - Yuanzi said that many celebrities will go..." Speaking of this, suddenly Remembering that children are not interested in celebrities, Mao Lilan changed his words wittily, "There are also self-serve meals and desserts!"
Conan: "..."
…is now the time to think about what to eat? Now is the critical time to rob people from evil organizations!
... But it's true, there's no point in worrying.
Conan: "..." And, speaking of desserts, he was indeed a little hungry - thinking about it carefully, in order to turn away the murderer in the mask case, they hadn't had dinner yet.
Conan sighed and went to eat supper with Mao Lilan.
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On the other side ~IndoMTL.com~ on the road outside the airport.
Yusaku Kudo hung up the phone.
Different from the relaxed tone when he faced Conan just now, he didn't know what he thought of, and his expression was a little dignified.
Dr. Li put away his luggage, opened the door and got into the driver's seat.
He happened to hear the last sentence of the father and son's phone call, and couldn't help laughing: "Xinyi would ask you for help? What's the matter, it's so rare."
"It's nothing, it's just that he ran into a member of that organization again." Yusaku Kudo hesitated for a moment, and suddenly said, "Let's go to your house for today's supper—it feels like you've gained weight recently, and the food should be very good Alright."
Dr. A Li was stunned, and protested: "Nonsense! I have lost ten catties! ——Xiao Ai always takes away my fried chicken, and I occasionally hide a little fried food, only to find it when I eat it She drenched the bitter health medicine, which can no longer be used as food..."
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