The grudges and hatred between the CIA and the FBI are no longer a secret.

After hearing about Eihae Bentang's identity, the expression of the FBI investigator immediately became hard to describe: "Sorry, this is our FBI's own business, you..."

"Please don't get me wrong, we have no intention of interfering in the investigation." Bendo Eihae smiled, "It's just that there are frequent bombings recently. If the motel case has the same culprit as the case in downtown Washington, then this is not FBI's own business."

The fbi investigator's face looked very ugly: "What do you want to do?"

"Please allow us to watch the investigation process."

It seems reasonable if you just watch and don’t interfere. So Fbi stopped saying anything and acquiesced to the request of Eihae Bendo and his colleagues.

...

Nothing in this world passes faster than messaging.

Not long after the incident, the new explosion spread to DC city dozens of kilometers away.

At that time, Nobuhiro was sitting in the hotel restaurant for breakfast, and the secretary brought this morning briefing and kept it at his hand.

Shin-Han did not check it out as soon as possible, but instead talked to Belmode about what happened last night.

"I heard that FBI immediately blocked the scene. Our people couldn't get in." Belmode said casually, "It seems that FBI should have suffered a lot."

"I'm sure there is a fbi in that hotel?" Nobuhito asked frowned.

"It's almost impossible for you to want the exact answer to this kind of thing."

"What about your answer?"

Belmode smiled: "My answer is yes, and there are five people, and the casualties are currently unknown."

Shin-Han easily accepted Belmode's answer: "What is the purpose of fbi's sneaky arrangement of five agents to stay in that kind of motel? They wouldn't plan to find out the real murderer of the explosion in the motel, right?"

"Who knows, after all, the explosion really happened." Belmode gracefully ate the bacon on the plate.

If FBI really wants to investigate the case, they should send people to the crime scene and investigate victims who are deeply involved in the bombing, such as tense, instead of hiding in a suburb motel.

Shin-Han thought about it, took out his cell phone to edit an email, and sent it out.

The secretary who had been standing next to him saw that he seemed not going to read the briefing yet, so he coughed twice and reminded: "President, today's briefing has very important information."

"Is there anything more important than a terrorist attack now?"

Asano Nobuhishi's eyes were too sharp, and the secretary sideways to avoid it, and leans in his ear and whispers: "A batch of arms transported from Mexico to the United States some time ago were lost, and most of them were bombs."

Xinfan's eyes sterned and he immediately realized something.

He quickly picked up the briefing and browsed the above content roughly.

"Belmode."

"Hmm?" Belmode looked over lazyly.

“How long does it take to investigate the bomb model used for the motel bombing?”

"Didn't I say that, this kind of thing cannot be found."

"How long?" Nobuhito asked again.

This time, Belmode was slightly stunned, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a lot: "Half an hour."

"Very good, I'll see the results in half an hour." Shin-Han stood up, declined his subordinates' followers, and walked towards the restaurant door alone.

If the bomb attack at the motel was the same as the previous attack, why did the group they targeted change from the tense group to the fbi? If it weren't... Nobuhiko had already smelled the scent of conspiracy.

When he walked to the door, Nobuhiro met the Maori woman and Conan who were about to come to the restaurant for dinner.

He originally wanted to pretend that he didn't see it, but Conan, who was sharp-eyed, started calling his name from a distance, and his voice was so loud that it even attracted the attention of the guests around him. Nobuhiko couldn't treat himself as both blind and deaf, at least stopping.

"Good morning, Mr. Maori, Miss Koran, Conan Jun."

"Good morning, Mr. Asano." Ran Maori asked with a smile, "Where are you going?"

“I have to handle official duties every day.”

"That's it..." Ran Maori was a little disappointed, "My father and I were chatting just now, and I want to ask Mr. Asano to investigate the client's affairs with us."

The more this kind of scene, the more Ran Maori missed the past. Whether it was Shinichi or Mr. Asano, she was not as lonely as she is now.

If Conan knew that Ran Mori put him and Mr. Asano in the same position in his heart, he would probably vomit blood if he was so angry?

In fact, for Ran Mouri, Mr. Asano and Shinichi are very important, but the important aspects are different.

With Shinichi Kudo, Ran Maori was very satisfied and happy every day, but Shinichi sometimes gave her a feeling of being close and distant, as if she couldn't catch up with him no matter what she did.

But when you get along with Mr. Asano, you don’t need to consider these things at all. Mr. Asano himself is a brotherly-like existence that gives people a sense of security. When Mr. Asano was there, Ran Maori could save a lot of worries. He didn’t have to worry too much about Kogoro Mori or Conan. Anyway, there is always someone behind him to help him do these things well.

Ran Mouri's sad expression fell particularly dazzling in Conan's eyes.

He grabbed Mori Ran's hand, raised his head and said "naively" and "seriously": "It's okay, Sister Xiaolan, with me here, I will definitely find out who sent Mr. Rick the threat letter."

Ran Maori was slightly stunned at first, then laughed: "Okay, then please Conan to help his father."

"Um!"

At an angle that Moriran couldn't see, Conan breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he felt someone patting his shoulder hard.

Conan immediately looked over alertly, but only saw Mr. Asano's familiar face.

"What, what are you doing, Brother Asano!"

Nobuki stopped, stood up straight, and said with a smile: "Come on Conan, if this continues, you will soon become a qualified detective."

Conan Half Moon Eye: "I am already a qualified detective now."

"Bang!"

Kogoro Mouri gave him a punch without hesitation: "Children should be low-key and modest!"

Conan hugged his head and wanted to cry without tears.

Young and vigorous, do you understand? Middle-aged talents like uncle should be low-key and modest!

...

After being separated from the protagonist group, Shin-Han, who returned to the hotel room, was not as busy as he said.

While humming a song, he pulled out a suitcase that looked exactly the same as the suitcase on the luggage rack from under the bed, and then took out the "little props" left by Matsuda Hashihei from the mezzanine of the suitcase and opened them as he explored.

After doing this, Xinfan set the hotel's constant temperature refrigerator to 98 degrees Fahrenheit, took off the tracker that had been placed close to the body, and threw it in.

The refrigerator mainly provides energy for the tracker, and as for the abnormal signal, it is handed over to "Matsuda Shigehei".

After staying in the hotel for so many days, even though Xinfan was salty, he roughly figured out the layout and security of the hotel.

In America, which advocates freedom and privacy protection, surveillance cameras are very rare. There are only absolutely public areas in hotels with surveillance cameras, such as guest corridors, which are not allowed to be installed.

This created conditions for Xin Fanshen to leave the hotel without knowing it.

He first disguised himself in front of the mirror, then picked up the mask of an inconspicuous white young man and put it on the outside. Finally, he changed into the uniform of the hotel waiter and took the bag prepared in advance. Everything was ready, and Nobuki walked out of the room openly.

The so-called acting is a complete set. There is no humanoid creature in the corridor, but Nobuki still bows to the empty room: "I'll leave first, sir."

Xinfan went very smoothly along the way, and his rich disguise experience gained the trust of everyone, and there was even a foreman urging him to work quickly - even though they didn't know each other.

However, Xin Qian did not even calculate that Belmode was back.

Hasn't this guy had to drink tea (fishing) in the restaurant every morning recently?

Nobuki didn't dare to make rash things in front of the Disguise Master. Even he was not sure that he could hide it from Belmode. Moreover, Belmode was too familiar with him. The more familiar the person, the easier it was to find details that he had not noticed.

On the safe side, Xin Qian decided to take a detour.

"The guy over there."

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded - it was Belmode.

Shin-Han guessed that Belmode should be calling himself, but it doesn't matter. As long as he is not embarrassed, the embarrassing one will be someone else.

Nobushi fully utilized his deaf acting skills, pretending not to hear the guests' call, and walked straight to the corridor next to him.

The next second, Nobuhito felt a flash in front of him. Belmode was already standing in front of him, staring at him with a smile.

Shin-Han: “…”

Is this woman really still in the human category? Is it true that she has not suddenly awakened some strange ability?

"Brother, how do you get to the beauty room in your hotel?" Belmode asked with a smile.

How does Shin-Han know where the beauty room is!

As for the practice of "Belmode doesn't know anyway, he just pointed a direction casually", Nobuki wouldn't even think about it.

Didn't you see someone's face just have a few words written on it, "I doubt you"? If he dares to do that, Belmode will be able to expose his identity immediately.

The problem now is no longer how to fool Belmode, but how to make Belmode turn a blind eye and pretend that he had never seen a person like Mezcal today.

So Nobuhito also put on a business-style smirk: "I'm new and don't know the location of the beauty room. But I just came from the nursery and there were two children there who insisted on touching dangerous wires. If there were no adults to take care of them, they might have had something wrong."

Belmode paused slightly, as if thinking about his words.

Nobuki was not in a hurry and still kept a fake smile.
To be continued...