Bourbon's Plan

"What's wrong?" Hearing the slight panic in Vermouth's voice, Furuya Rei looked up at the rearview mirror, his grey-blue eyes unblinking as he watched her.
Vermouth pretended to look at the scenery outside the car window, casually stroking her hair, her eyes holding a smile: "Lance, do you still have the leisure to get acquainted with children?"
Furuya Rei seemed not to notice anything unusual about Vermouth, and lowered his head to look at his phone again.
"Speaking of which, aren't you also acquainted with Ran?" Furuya Rei mentioned Vermouth's disguise as a silver-haired killer in New York and her battle with the FBI.
At that time, Vermouth didn't hide his story, clearly telling Bourbon that his two young friends had saved her.
"That's right." Vermouth shifted her gaze back from outside the window. From her position, she could see half of Furuya Rei's body and the hand holding the phone, her heart pounding. "And that other person, right?"
"Kudo Shinichi."
Vermouth felt as if she couldn't see anything else at that moment, only Bourbon leaning over, his left hand holding his phone. Hearing her words, his fingers paused for a moment, then, as if nothing had happened, he continued his previous action.
It was as if he hadn't heard what Vermouth said, and he didn't respond to her.
But it was precisely this attitude that sparked a glimmer of hope in Vermouth's heart.
Previously, when she told Bourbon about Kudo Shinichi's death, because it was over the phone, she could only hear Bourbon's voice, and Vermouth had forgotten one thing.
That was, Bourbon's acting skills were incredibly powerful, and deceiving her was incredibly easy.
Now, facing him and discussing this, she could finally discern the unusual reaction in Bourbon.
Yes, unusual.
For an ordinary person, it would be trivial, but for the brainwashed Bourbon, it was unusual.
Vermouth's eyes lit up. Just as she was about to say something, the Mazda screeched to a halt.
"We're here." Scotch's cold voice came from the driver's seat, making Vermouth shiver, like a warning.
She looked at Scotch, who had been silent the entire way, now suddenly speaking.
His hand rested on the steering wheel, his body slightly leaning back to speak to Vermouth. The cold blue light on Scotch at that moment carried an even more bone-chilling aura.
His eyes were very calm, as if he had no interest whatsoever in what Vermouth had just said to Bourbon.
But Vermouth knew, this was Scotch's most terrifying aspect.
Seven years. Even without Bourbon's favoritism, Scotch, with his outstanding abilities, had already distinguished himself within the Organization.
Vermouth had even had one or two opportunities to cooperate with Scotch on missions.
It was precisely those few collaborations that made Vermouth witness his terrifyingly calm demeanor.
Just like now, a pair of eyes stared at you, devoid of emotion, yet seemingly seeing right through you.
It was being in the same space as Bourbon so casually that made her lower her guard.
It was also due to Scotch's suspicious nature that he minimized his presence.
But no matter what, she had been too careless.
Vermouth's expression became very grim.
When Scotch first joined the Organization, she thought he was someone who would stop at nothing to climb the ranks.
After witnessing his strength, she then felt that Scotch was someone Boss had placed beside Bourbon to monitor him.
Would today's conversation be reported to Boss by Scotch?
For a moment, Vermouth's mind raced with all sorts of thoughts, except for Scotch himself.
"Sister, I'll take you up." They had arrived, but Vermouth showed no intention of getting out of the car. Instead, she stared at Scotch. Bourbon unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the passenger door, and turned to speak to Vermouth.
Vermouth was startled. She stared at Furuya Rei's face, thinking for a moment, then smiled and got out of the car: "Alright."
Leaving Scotch alone in the car.
Furuya Rei went upstairs with Vermouth. Morofushi Hiromitsu, left in the car, truly couldn't help but show his amusement.
How devious, Zero. Vermouth was so manipulated by the two of them that she was dazed, almost completely tricked.
Being frank with Vermouth about wanting to protect Kudo Shinichi and Miyano Shiho was unavoidable.
Furuya Rei wanting to interact with the two, and deceiving Vermouth that he didn't recognize them? That would be underestimating Vermouth and lowering Furuya Rei's intelligence.
After all, his current persona was an internationally renowned great detective who had solved countless difficult cases; how could he not recognize acquaintances?
Cooperating with Vermouth carried a certain degree of risk, but fortunately, she had a very high level of favorability towards Furuya Rei.
Standing in the hotel elevator, Vermouth intently watched her and Bourbon's reflections in the elevator door.
Seven years. The young man from back then had grown much taller than her.
Why hadn't she noticed before?
She always felt he was still Lance, the young man who would smile, showing his fangs, and call her "Sister."
'Ding-dong,' the elevator arrived at their floor.
Vermouth stood at the room door, smiling charmingly at Furuya Rei, who hadn't left yet: "Lance~ Don't you want to come in and sit for a while?"
"No, Scotch is waiting for me downstairs." Furuya Rei looked at the room number, declining Vermouth's invitation.
Contrary to her expectations, Vermouth was visibly startled.
"Sister." Furuya Rei brushed past Vermouth. The young man's voice, having gone through puberty, was no longer as clear as a boy's, but a little deeper.
He leaned close to Vermouth's ear, reaching out to pluck a feather that had, at some point, stuck to her shoulder.
"First, we're one person, aren't we?"
When he spoke, his expression was very gentle. His grey-blue eyes looked at Vermouth with a hint of intimacy, tenderness, and an unfathomable depth.
"I'll go first, Sister." He rolled the feather into a ball with his fingers, then tossed it into a trash can in the hallway. Furuya Rei turned back, smiling gently as he bid Vermouth farewell.
It wasn't until the elevator carrying Bourbon completely disappeared from sight that Vermouth felt a tingling sensation on her scalp. She opened the room door with an unreadable expression.
As soon as the room door closed, all traces of the great star's elegance vanished.
High heels were scattered everywhere by the door, each in a different spot.
Vermouth walked barefoot into the bedroom, flopping face down onto the soft bed that could make one completely sink in.
She turned over, hugged a pillow, and looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.
Then she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose hard with her right index finger and thumb.
This Lance, he did it on purpose.
Downstairs, Furuya Rei got into the car. Without Vermouth present, his mood seemed to improve considerably.
It should be said that his mood was already good; it was just inconvenient to show it earlier due to outsiders.
"So happy with the smooth sailing?" Morofushi Hiromitsu asked as he started the engine.
Furuya Rei wiggled his finger beside him: "Emotional appeal is the trump card. Vermouth is soft on Ran and Shinichi, and she'll be soft on me too."
Morofushi Hiromitsu shook his head: "Vermouth is about to be tricked out of everything by you."
Zero was truly cunning.
"Are you secretly cursing me?" Furuya Rei pouted like a cat, his eyes narrowed. He knew what Morofushi Hiromitsu was thinking.
Hiro had gone astray.
He was already secretly cursing him.
Indeed, once you have something, you don't cherish it. The seven-year itch had arrived.
Morofushi Hiromitsu didn't directly answer Furuya Rei's words, pretending to look in the rearview mirror, and asked: "Where to?"
Seeing his childhood sweetheart clearly trying to change the subject, Furuya Rei tapped his fingers on the back of his hand: "Anywhere."
Morofushi Hiromitsu: ...
He felt like he might have stumbled upon the "death question" between couples that ordinary Organization members often joked about.
He felt it was very dangerous right now, when Zero uttered those two words, "anywhere."
"Want to go to the new apartment I bought?" Morofushi Hiromitsu didn't wait for Furuya Rei's reply, turning the car directly at the intersection ahead.
Furuya Rei was startled: "New apartment? You secretly bought a house behind my back?"
His expression was like a mouse caught nibbling cheese.
Surprised, Hiro was now secretly doing things without telling him? What had shaped his personality like this? What made him go further and further down this outrageous path?
"Zero!" Morofushi Hiromitsu got goosebumps from being stared at. "Don't joke around."
He had to be serious.
Furuya Rei immediately showed a mischievous half-moon smile: "Were you scared?"
"Not at all," Morofushi Hiromitsu immediately denied.
"Oh~" Furuya Rei pretended to believe him. His acting skills were excellent, and even though Hiro could easily see through him, he must have believed him a little, right?
Furuya Rei raised an eyebrow at Morofushi Hiromitsu.
"But seriously, when did you buy the apartment? I didn't even know." Furuya Rei looked at the scenery outside the window, growing more curious. Morofushi Hiromitsu hiding something from him was truly a first.
However...
The scenery outside looked a little familiar, didn't it?
"Hmm..." Furuya Rei curled his right index finger to his lips. "Is it the apartment I... resided in during the storyline?"
"Oh? You guessed it?" Morofushi Hiromitsu's voice sounded very surprised, but the smile on his face was one of anticipation.
Furuya Rei chuckled, his expression already seeing through Morofushi Hiromitsu's, and mocked: "You took me on a long detour, after all, the scenery is too familiar."
He was referring to the mission [helping Akai Shuichi successfully escape the Organization] that 123 had rewarded him with after Akai Shuichi's undercover identity was exposed.
It was a brief segment of his life (Ling Cha), just such a small piece of storyline, that Morofushi Hiromitsu had copied, kept for himself, watched repeatedly, and even dragged Furuya Rei to watch these fragments of his own life.
Such a thing was truly embarrassing.
Especially at the very beginning.
Furuya Rei was angry, how outrageous! Who was so shameless as to expose someone sleeping naked in the early morning! And the process of getting dressed, counting numbers while waiting for water to boil.
Embarrassing to the extreme!
The same day he watched these storylines with Morofushi Hiromitsu, Furuya Rei swiftly flipped over and straddled Morofushi Hiromitsu, threatening him never to tell anyone else.
Especially not Matsuda Jinpei.
Morofushi Hiromitsu was tickled by Furuya Rei, tearing up, and agreed to Furuya Rei's demands with a wry smile.
Of course, the intimate moments between a couple were not for others to pry into. After that, the two used this posture to do unspeakable things, perhaps needing to pull the curtain on the storyline.
Morofushi Hiromitsu drove and stopped in the parking lot downstairs.
"I bought the apartment myself," Morofushi Hiromitsu explained to his childhood sweetheart as they walked upstairs side by side. "No one from the Organization knows about it."
It was also true that even if Organization members knew Scotch had bought private property outside, they wouldn't investigate too much, unless Scotch showed obvious problems. Otherwise, casually investigating his secrets would be a provocation.
Furuya Rei, due to his Bourbon persona and loyalty to Karasuma Ren Ya, couldn't do this for the time being.
Bothering Scotch was fine.
Since Wagata Sora's identity turned 18, Karasuma Ren Ya no longer resisted Scotch and Bourbon's interactions.
It had to be said, the leader of this criminal organization having morals sounded quite terrifying.
Arriving at the door, Morofushi Hiromitsu handed the key to Furuya Rei.
For some reason, as Furuya Rei held the key, a feeling always arose within him...
The feeling of opening a blind box; the anticipation in his heart didn't need to be too strong.
Morofushi Hiromitsu stood behind Furuya Rei, watching his childhood sweetheart insert the key into the lock and slowly turn it.
He hoped another hidden secret could surprise Zero.
Blinking, Morofushi Hiromitsu watched Furuya Rei turn his back to him, a mischievous smile, not belonging to his age, on his face.
Suddenly, Furuya Rei's door-opening motion stiffened.
Wait, did he just hear...
Furuya Rei turned his head to look at Morofushi Hiromitsu behind him, his face full of disbelief.
Morofushi Hiromitsu nodded at him, signaling Furuya Rei to continue opening the door.
"Woof woof!" From inside the room came the joyful barking of a puppy, along with the continuous scratching of paws on the door.
It seemed impatient to welcome its new owner.
The small white dog, after the room door opened, stopped abruptly at the threshold, tilting its head, seemingly not understanding why the person who opened the door wasn't its owner.
"Haro!" Furuya Rei looked at the small dog, squatting down, his eyes sparkling.
"Ooh ooh ooh?" Haro whimpered like a puppy, curiously approaching the person who could call its name, whose scent was somewhat familiar.
Furuya Rei entered and squatted down, trying to reach out to Haro.
The small dog first hesitated and stepped back, then extended its small paw, approaching Furuya Rei's outstretched hand, sniffing gently.
Hearing the familiar scent, Haro immediately barked even more joyfully, its small tail wagging, almost a blur.
It whined "Awoo, awoo," pressing its head against Furuya Rei's hand, desperately rubbing for affection.
"What method did you use?" Furuya Rei was extremely curious about Haro's closeness to him. It was clearly their first official meeting; was he destined to be Haro's owner?
Furuya Rei smiled, reaching out to scratch Haro under the chin.
Morofushi Hiromitsu entered, closed the room door, and hung his jacket on the coat rack in the entrance.
"Probably made it familiar with your scent?" Morofushi Hiromitsu rolled up his sleeves, walked to the refrigerator, and opened it to take out pre-prepared food.
"Oh..." Furuya Rei put both hands under Haro's front paws, scooping the entire small dog into his arms.
Walking into the living room, the furniture inside was also very familiar, mostly decorations seen in previous storylines, but with small details added that reflected Morofushi Hiromitsu's personal style.
On the sofa lay a set of clothes, clearly not belonging to Morofushi Hiromitsu. This was probably what Hiro meant by—"making it familiar with your scent."
Making the puppy smell the scent on clothes?
Furuya Rei felt it was also quite embarrassing. He held Haro up and faced it.
Only Hiro could say and do such a thing without changing his expression.
"Right?" Furuya Rei asked Haro.
"Woof!" Haro maintained its lifted posture, joyfully responding to Furuya Rei's question.
Furuya Rei was amused, reaching out to pat Haro's head: "Good boy, good boy."
Morofushi Hiromitsu poked his head out from the kitchen, calling Furuya Rei: "Zero, don't badmouth me to Haro."
"Huh?" Furuya Rei put Haro down and went into the kitchen himself.
As soon as the kitchen door closed, the small dog was forbidden entry.
Haro whimpered twice, unable to open the door, and could only lie aggrieved by the door.
"Understanding me so well, be careful your boyfriend won't have any secrets to pique your interest in exploring." Furuya Rei walked over to Morofushi Hiromitsu, reaching out a finger to poke the waist of his childhood sweetheart, who was tying an apron.
"Don't mess around." Morofushi Hiromitsu grabbed Furuya Rei's hand, which was on his sensitive spot, his gaze shifting downwards, focusing on the pot.
Furuya Rei looked at the ingredients, Japanese ingredients, Japanese sake.
...
It was also strangely familiar.
"Hey, hey, you're not serious, are you?" Furuya Rei immediately understood what his childhood sweetheart was doing, his eyes widening slightly.
Morofushi Hiromitsu's hand movements didn't stop: "The first time I saw that storyline, I wanted to do it once."
"One person cooks, one person eats. Because there was too much, it could only be given to Kazami-san Zero, looking so lonely."
As Morofushi Hiromitsu spoke, he lowered his eyes, the sharp knife in his hand precisely cutting the ingredients into even small pieces.
Furuya Rei mumbled softly: "Didn't it not happen?"
"According to the theory of parallel timelines, those things could also be happening in a timeline we don't know about." Morofushi Hiromitsu placed the cut ingredients on a plate. Even the plate was carefully chosen by him, a small, exquisite plate with warm patterns.
"If Furuya Rei in a parallel timeline is lonely, you have to compensate me?" Furuya Rei narrowed his eyes, then rolled up his sleeves. "Alright, I'll help too."
After seven years of 'studying abroad,' to prevent him from casually dealing with things outside, Morofushi Hiromitsu had painstakingly taught Furuya Rei all his cooking skills.
Watching Furuya Rei stand beside him, rolling up his sleeves, Morofushi Hiromitsu smiled: "Hmm, that feeling is even stronger."
"Just so you know," Furuya Rei 'snapped' a vegetable in half, "if you make too much, you'll have to eat it all."
"If there's too much, give it to Hagiwara and the others~" Morofushi Hiromitsu unhesitatingly pushed the responsibility away.
Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei, their classmates who had to climb balconies and knock on windows in the middle of the night to receive a pile of food: ...
The next day at the Metropolitan Police Department, Date Wataru also inexplicably received a pile of packaged food for lunch: ???
You two, what's wrong with you?

...

Akai Shuichi began to wonder.
He had previously suspected Amuro Tooru of being an undercover agent for some government agency, but then he dismissed it himself as the other party gained more and more influence within the Organization.
Moreover, to be honest.
As an FBI agent, this agency was already considered to have little 'conscience,' but it wouldn't do something like using a minor as an undercover agent—
Not for any moral or conscientious reasons, but because of the uncontrollable nature of minors.
An immature mind is easily infiltrated by the dark side, so it wouldn't be planting an undercover agent in a criminal organization, but rather offering food to the opponent.
Therefore, when Amuro Tooru helped him escape, Akai Shuichi always thought that the other party was dealing with the Organization alone.
Later, he felt that Amuro Tooru might have gathered a group of 'like-minded' companions, but now it seemed...
The elite FBI agent's gaze rested on the five people. Was Amuro-kun still part of some government agency he didn't know about? What agency was it exactly? So bold, and without any bottom line.
Furuya Rei looked at Akai Shuichi's somewhat strange gaze. He... felt like this FBI agent was actually wondering about the possibility of joining them?
To be honest, to be trained as an undercover agent, one must have a firm mind. Even with a bug-level existence like 123, Furuya Rei didn't feel he could 'incite' an FBI agent with a few words.
Especially since this person was Akai Shuichi.
This was a formidable character that even Furuya Rei had to admit.
Furuya Rei hesitated.
Furuya Rei's eyes were hazy.
Why did it feel like, it seemed, it would work out very well?
Public Security Furuya Rei was wildly tempted.
But then again, even if Akai Shuichi truly betrayed and joined Public Security, he wouldn't be able to gain complete trust. But that was Akai Shuichi's problem, it had nothing to do with his poor, innocent Furuya-kun.
Furuya Rei's face broke into a bright smile.
A feeling of unease suddenly rose in Akai Shuichi's heart.
"That's right, us." Furuya Rei smiled broadly, not clarifying what power lay behind him, but continuing to speak to Akai Shuichi in that mesmerizing voice.
"Even if it's me, having been in the Organization for so long, even trusted by Boss to this extent, the power behind me wouldn't have the slightest doubt about me."
The four people behind him just listened to Furuya Rei boast.
Was this trust in him? Clearly, it was because they had no choice but to trust him, wasn't it? Moreover, as Furuya Rei's 'Ling' handler, who else could doubt him?
Not to mention Mr. Na Chi, the Public Security handler, whose level of trust in him was not comparable to ordinary subordinates, was it?
He felt that (little) Furuya/Zero had hacked (cheated) too much.
The four classmates standing behind him, secretly cursing Furuya Rei, didn't know that he was still continuing his impromptu wall-digging work.
This wasn't his subtle intention; it was because FBI Akai Shuichi had made the first move... No, he had already started poaching people with his eloquence. He was just going with the flow. In such advantageous conditions, not doing something would truly be a disservice to his identity as Public Security Furuya Rei.
"And me too." Furuya Rei pointed to himself. "I will guarantee Mr. Akai. Even if it's a bit difficult at first, with Mr. Akai's abilities, he will definitely get promoted."
Akai Shuichi, being poached, looked at him silently.
What was this embarrassing feeling of being swayed? Amuro-kun's charm was truly terrifying, Akai Shuichi thought. Even he, knowing Amuro-kun's intentions, would be swayed?
Furuya Rei tilted his head, his hands clasped on his knees.
The difference between him and the young man from a few years ago was truly immense. Akai Shuichi was very curious about the current Amuro Tooru; it felt like meeting this person for the first time.
"Moreover, from the very beginning when I confronted Mr. Akai, I really liked Mr. Akai." Someone said words that weren't true without changing his expression. "Very formidable. At that time, I wished that Mr. Akai and I weren't opponents."
"Cooperating with Mr. Akai would definitely be a joyful experience."
The sincerity in the young man's voice made anyone unwilling to doubt him.
Akai Shuichi moved his hands, which were tied for so long that the circulation was uncomfortable, causing a slight pain. He could imagine the tingling sensation, like snowflakes, that would appear when he was untied.
"But when you were in the Organization, Amuro-kun didn't show any liking for me."
Akai Shuichi emphasized the last two words, also because Bourbon had targeted him, making him go through a difficult time in the early stages of the Organization.
"That was trust in Mr. Akai's abilities." Furuya Rei cunningly rephrased his past actions of targeting Rye. "I knew from the start that Mr. Moroboshi was Mr. Akai, and I also knew Akai wanted to infiltrate the Organization. Mr. Akai installed so many bugs on me before, and I didn't say anything, did I?"
Furuya Rei reached out, his fingers moving continuously, attempting to count the number of bugs and tracking devices from the FBI that he had destroyed before.
But after a while, he gave up, looking at Akai Shuichi's slightly embarrassed expression. It seemed the man opposite him remembered his small actions from back then.
"Back then, when Mr. Akai successfully infiltrated the Organization, I secretly put in a lot of effort," the young man said with a hint of boastfulness.
Comparing, everything matched up.
Akai Shuichi smiled wryly and shook his head.
According to Amuro-kun's words, comparing them with what he had experienced, the previous suspicious points instantly became completely clear.
Ah, a feeling of being utterly useless.
A bitter smile appeared on the man's face.
"Although targeting you within the Organization was also real, Mr. Akai, you resolved it smoothly, didn't you?" As if not seeing the expression on the man's face, Furuya Rei continued to speak, "After all, I truly hate the FBI."
"If it weren't for them, wouldn't I have been captured by Boss?" His blue eyes instantly lost their light, looking at Akai Shuichi. "Mr. Akai, what do you think? Although some things I did in the Organization were wrong, the FBI was truly too much. Mr. Akai, you can understand my resentment because you are FBI, right?"
At this moment, we are on the same side.
Furuya Rei's face was expressionless, subtly separating Akai Shuichi's relationship with the FBI.
"Did you join... this force later?" Akai Shuichi was silent for a moment, not directly responding to Amuro Tooru's resentment towards the FBI, but grasping another key point in his voice.
Furuya Rei chuckled softly: "A little, a different relationship, but Mr. Akai, rest assured, there's absolutely no problem. It's much more trustworthy than the Organization, much more than the FBI."
"After all, we wouldn't be wary of such a grown-up minor," Matsuda Jinpei suddenly interjected, mocking him.
They didn't know what Public Security was like. His words were simply spoken as Furuya Rei's classmate; Akai Shuichi wouldn't know anyway.
As a member of a mysterious force, he had to help Furuya Rei save face.
For a moment, no one spoke in the room. The five people waited in silence, as if waiting for Akai Shuichi to make a choice.
"If you can't make up your mind." After a long silence in the room, Furuya Rei finally broke it, then spoke.
The young man, unlike his aggressive... or rather, his captivating demeanor before, became calm.
"Actually, from the very beginning, we only wanted to cooperate with Mr. Akai." Furuya Rei, due to his impromptu intention to poach, had also modified the originally discussed reason. "It's with you, Mr. Akai, not the FBI."
"Stilo."
At the mention of this name, Akai Shuichi immediately sobered up, his green eyes staring intently at Furuya Rei. Although he said nothing, it was clear he was eager for the other party to continue speaking.
"I know you must have doubts, Mr. Akai." Getting up from the chair, the chair, which was already slightly wobbly due to a broken leg, fell to the floor.
Furuya Rei stepped forward, finally untying Akai Shuichi's hands, which had been bound for an unknown duration.
Akai Shuichi, freed, moved his hands, which were numb from uncomfortable blood circulation. He didn't get up from the chair, silently watching Furuya Rei and the four people accompanying him.
"Consider it my sincerity."
Furuya Rei took a step back, watching Akai Shuichi slowly rise from the chair. The two faced each other.
This guy... why is he so tall?
Looking up into the other's green eyes, Furuya Rei secretly scoffed inwardly.
He continued: "How long do you think this credit will help you in the FBI?"
He said nothing more about not allowing Akai Shuichi to tell the FBI about Stilo. After all, the man was currently still with the FBI, and without massive logistical support, even Akai Shuichi couldn't catch Stilo.
Furuya Rei blinked. Morofushi Hiromitsu behind him stepped forward, holding a USB in his hand, and offered it to Akai Shuichi.
"I will take Stilo to some banquets, Mr. Akai. Please let me know when the time is right. The contact method is also in the USB." The USB was placed in Akai Shuichi's palm. Furuya Rei reminded him, "This is a time-limited USB. Mr. Akai, please quickly memorize the contents after opening it, otherwise, when the time runs out, even your computer will be destroyed."
"All for safety."
Amuro-kun's words were always half-believed, half-doubted. Akai Shuichi held the USB, momentarily unsure whether Furuya Rei truly wanted to cooperate or had some ulterior motive.
Akai Shuichi hesitated for a moment: "Amuro-kun, is Stilo the Boss?"
This was the intelligence he had always suspected and wanted to confirm.
"Yes, but also no."
"???"
A series of question marks appeared above Akai Shuichi's head.
"There are many unscientific events that you won't understand," Furuya Rei said frankly. "But apprehending Stilo will undoubtedly have an irreplaceable effect on dealing with the Organization later."
To put it bluntly, this wasn't him kindly offering Akai Shuichi a head on a platter, but rather because he temporarily had no way to smoothly deal with this head, yet dealing with this head was extremely important for the implementation of his future plans. That's why he went with the flow and gave it to Akai Shuichi.
At this point, from Amuro-kun's words, Akai Shuichi deeply understood the unspoken meaning of the other party.
Just as he was about to say something, suddenly, Matsuda Jinpei stepped forward, and with a friendly expression, put his arm around Akai Shuichi's neck, squeezing hard.
Akai Shuichi placed his hand on Matsuda Jinpei's arm, trying to remove that hand from his neck.
"All the intelligence is in here!" Matsuda Jinpei took the USB from Akai Shuichi's hand, then patted his chest pocket. "Just look at it yourself. Why so many questions? Don't forget, you're currently being kidnapped for ransom by us!"
Matsuda Jinpei reached out to the side. Hagiwara Kenji, with keen eyesight, handed a black cloth to Matsuda Jinpei.
Seeing this rogue-like man smile sinisterly, Akai Shuichi almost drew a non-existent gun.
"I'll take you back, Mr. Akai," Matsuda Jinpei enunciated each word, then tied the black cloth over Akai Shuichi's eyes.
In the other hand, unseen by Akai Shuichi, Furuya Rei had exchanged an [instantaneous anesthetic] from the 123 system store, which Matsuda Jinpei held.
If Akai Shuichi cooperated, fine. If not, hehehe, a look of anticipation appeared on Matsuda Jinpei's face.
Although his hands were untied, his vision was obscured. Initially, Akai Shuichi was a little unaccustomed, but he tried his best to relax his muscles, showing that he was cooperating.
Watching Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji excitedly push Akai Shuichi away.
Date Wataru looked at Furuya Rei: "What's next?"
Taking out his phone to check the time, Furuya Rei waved his hand: "You guys clean up a bit. I want to go meet someone else."

...

Night, very deep.
Edogawa Conan crawled out from under the covers, rubbing his still sleepy eyes, like an unawakened zombie heading towards the bathroom.
As he floated into the living room, suddenly, the little detective 'froze' his steps.
At this time, as usual, the living room on the third floor of the detective agency should have moonlight shining in, falling onto the floor.
Today, the timing was just right, and the moonlight outside was also very bright. It was just that a black shadow suddenly appeared on the living room floor.
His neck stiffened, following the shadow as he looked forward. Edogawa Conan's originally spiritless eyes widened.
In his blue eyes was uncontrollable fear.
The person who climbed through someone else's window in the middle of the night had no self-awareness of being an intruder. He maintained the posture of pushing the window open, squatting on the windowsill, wanting to enter.
Encountering Edogawa Conan on his way to the bathroom, he was also very surprised, yet he smoothly raised his hand, extending it towards the little detective: "Hello, Kudo Shinichi."
Looking at the familiar silver-haired, blue-eyed young man before him, Edogawa Conan's mind 'buzzed' with a loud explosion.
A dizzy spell.