Feng Jian Yu is also a direct subordinate of Zhu Fu Jingguang. He was injured and stayed in the hospital for a period of time, and now he has officially returned to work.

Just hearing that his childhood friend might have killed another person made Toru Amuro feel even heavier.

If it is inevitable to take the lives of some targets during the undercover process, it is allowed within the rules of the public security.

But if not...

"It's getting late, I'll go back first."

Qin Zhibo stood up and was about to leave when Toru Amuro stopped him.

"Wait a minute, I also have something to tell you."

"It's about Shirley."

Shirley?

Qin Zhibo knew that he was actually talking about Hui Yuan Ai, but because he was an undercover agent in the organization, he was more accustomed to calling her by his code name.

Toru Amuro took the laptop and showed the contents to Qin Zhibo.

"Bellmode contacted me a few days ago and asked me to investigate the whereabouts of everyone in the Mori Firm, including Dr. Agasa and the group of children called the 'Young Detective Team'."

"At first I didn't know Belmod's purpose, so I could only take it one step at a time, and first tell her the information about their plans to take the mysterious train on their holiday this week."

"I just had a phone call with her, and I found out that she wanted to 'hunt' Shirley on this mysterious train."

What is displayed on the computer screen is the official website event page of Mystery Train.

The main body of the entire web page is dark red, with a photo of an era-sounding steam locomotive at the top.

"I'm wondering if Belmode already knows Shirley's true identity?"

Qin Zhibo looked at the introduction page of the mysterious train, and of course he knew why Conan and others participated in this event.

Because of the sinking of the "Aphrodite" last time, as the host, Yuanzi chose this event in order to compensate a few people.

I didn't expect that this would be targeted...

"Belmod probably knows Haihara Ai's true identity."

"But has she said how she plans to do it?"

Faced with Qin Zhibo's question, Amuro Toru shook her head, "She hasn't said the specific plan yet, but I also want to be involved, so she will tell me tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Hearing this, Qin Zhibo thought silently.

Hunting on a moving train is exactly Belmode's style.

But conversely, this is also a good opportunity to arrest Belmode...

no.

Qin Zhibo thought about it for a moment and felt that something was wrong.

After all, this plan requires Bourbon to participate. Once something unexpected happens to Belmode, Bourbon will be the first to be suspected by the organization.

Although Belmode knows the secret of the boss, he is also very loyal to the boss, and it is difficult to get information from him easily.

For this piece of information that is uncertain whether it can be obtained, the deal is still somewhat uneconomical to compromise Bourbon, the most important undercover agent in the organization.

"Originally, I thought Belmode had given up on hunting Huiyuan, but it seems not..."

"The only way to deal with it now is to implement her plan while not letting her plan succeed."

Qin Zhibo groaned, "When Bellmode's plan is conveyed to you tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, we will then make countermeasures against her plan."

"When does the mystery train leave?"

Hearing this question, Toru Amuro was obviously stunned for a moment.

What kind of kindergarten problem is this?

"It was the morning of the day after tomorrow..."

"That's it, I understand."

Through Toru Amuro, Qin Zhibo confirmed the departure time of the train.

"Then let me know after Belmode gives you an accurate plan."

"Also, the soul detective will leave it to you to investigate..."

…

The next day, I sold the hotel.

A cleaning lady was pushing a cleaning cart in the corridor, cleaning room after room, when a tall, thin man wearing glasses walked up to her.

"Hello, my name is Yuya Kazami, and I am a police officer from the Metropolitan Police Department."

Kazami Yuya showed his ID, then put the ID back into his arms and took out a stack of photos.

"Regarding the murder of Keito Hotta yesterday, I have some photos that I need you to identify."

"Please indicate who the suspicious man you saw yesterday was most likely to be..."

Yuya Kazami placed the photos one by one on the cleaning truck next to him.

There are a total of 7 half-length photos of men. Each of them meets at least one of the following characteristics: medium-long black hair, handsome appearance, and black clothes.

The cleaning lady squinted her eyes and glanced back and forth in the photos. Suddenly her eyes fixed on one of the photos, and her eyes lit up slightly.

"It seems to be this person..." The cleaning lady pointed to the man in the photo.

"Are you sure he is the most similar to that suspicious man among them?"

The cleaning lady nodded affirmatively.

"Thank you for assisting us in our investigation..."

Kazami Yuya put away all the photos neatly and said again.

"I am affiliated with the secret department of the Metropolitan Police Department. This matter is related to our important mission, so I ask you not to reveal the identification of the photo to the ordinary police officers yesterday."

"Otherwise it affects our mission, we have the right to pursue legal responsibility against you."

Upon hearing this, the cleaning lady immediately nodded obediently.

Seeing this, Feng Jian Yuya nodded with satisfaction, turned around and left from the exit of the corridor.

When he got back to the car, he immediately called Toru Amuro.

"The investigation has been completed, Mr. Fangtani."

"The photo that the cleaning lady identified was Mr. Zhufu's, and she was very sure."

Hearing these words, Toru Amuro's heart sank on the other side of the phone. After hesitating for a few seconds, his eyelids drooped slightly.

"I see……"

"Thank you, Feng Jian."

After hanging up the phone, Toru Amuro, who was serving plates in the restaurant, stood there with a look of melancholy in his eyes.

Jingguang, where are you now?

…

On the rooftop of a skyscraper.

A figure in a black windbreaker stood on the edge of the rooftop, leaning on the railing with both hands and staring into the distance.

The sad beard makes the originally pretty face look a little rough, and the slightly confused eyes are not as sharp as they used to be.

Suddenly, there was a vibrating buzz from the phone in my arms.

He took out his phone and opened the text message.

[Get rid of that woman for me, cleanly! Scotch whiskey]
Chapter completed!