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Lin Che shook his head, "The difference in body size is too great, and I don't know how to impersonate him. You should think of another way."
Conan lowered his head in resignation.
This is the truth.
So what can be done?
He came up with another plan: "Didn't Haibara say you'd already obtained the drug research data? How's the antidote research progressing?"
Lin Che thought that Conan's true martial spirit form might actually be a self-destructing truck.
There weren't just the two of them in the ward; the Mori father and daughter were standing no more than two meters apart.
As it turns out, this kid really does dare to say anything.
But the others acted as if they hadn't heard anything at all.
All I can say is that the power of Detective Conan's teachings is terrifying.
Lin Che continued to shake his head, "There's no word on the antidote yet. If you really want to show yourself, you can try some baijiu."
"As for how to handle Conan's identity, you can discuss it with Ai. Whether you can persuade her to help is up to you."
Conan gave him a look of strong agreement.
There is strength in numbers, and many ideas come together.
Why didn't he think of that before!
At this point, the conversation between the Mori father and daughter and Curaçao ended, because Curaçao really wasn't good at chatting, and this was the limit of what they could talk about.
They looked at each other speechlessly.
The two groups were thinking about the same thing: what can we do in such a long time?
Lin Che stepped forward without hesitation, "Mr. Mori, I won't disturb your meal any longer. I have some things to attend to, but I will definitely be there on time tonight."
Curaçao's heart tightened. "Me too. I won't bother you any longer. I need to stay with Mr. Lin."
Kogoro Mouri naturally understood and smiled as he saw the two out of the ward.
“Mr. Lin?” Curaçao looked up.
Lin Che put his arm around Curaçao's shoulder. "I'll take you somewhere, and I'll also arrange some work for you."
The place they were going to was not unfamiliar to Curaçao; it was Li Rusong's high-rise apartment building.
Shigehiko Tobuchi's wife and children are still being cared for here.
Because this old fellow was indeed generous, he gave the money as soon as he said he would, unlike Qian Jiangyi who was reneges on his debts and had many ulterior motives. In the end, he didn't cause Lin Che any trouble and died a peaceful death.
Lin Che naturally wouldn't mind helping him take good care of his wife and children.
After a few days of calm, the organization has completely fallen silent, and even Pisco's computer has not been investigated. Now we can rest assured that Curaçao can send the beautiful woman away from Tokyo to start a new life.
But Lin Che's care for them ended there. After leaving Tokyo, it was no longer his concern to decide what kind of life the family would choose.
The so-called "assignment of work" was Lin Che's sudden realization that the task he had received from Lisael could be handed over to Curaçao.
The two have already explored the origins of life, but the staining process is still incomplete, which means that Curaçao needs to be involved in Lin Che's life on a deeper level.
This is a great opportunity, and it also gives Curaçao a reason not to go to the carnival and thus avoid being discovered by Vermouth.
The two went inside together.
The beautiful woman lived a very low-key life with her two children, and her room was kept very tidy and organized.
She was still terrified when she saw Curaçao again.
However, after Lin Che reassured her, she gradually lowered her guard.
Tomorrow, Curaçao will personally take her and her child back to their rural hometown.
During this time, Lin Che called Lisael, successfully accepted the commission, and once again politely declined her request to meet.
The high-intensity training every day is a bit too much for me, and Lisael herself is extremely strong, so I'll take a break for a few days first.
[Arms Recovery: A client has a shipment of arms that has been looted and taken to Japan. Due to international law and difficulties in importing the weapons, you are needed to locate them and safely transport them to the port. Total losses must not exceed 20%.]
[Mission Rewards: 5 experience points, 200 million US dollars, and up to 20% more large-scale weaponry.]
The meaning of this task is quite clear: you only need to hand over 80% of the final delivery, and you can keep the rest for yourself.
As for how much you can keep, that depends on your own abilities.
Weapons can be sold for a high price, and they are also incredibly powerful if kept.
Moreover, Lin Che was certain that the weapons mentioned in this mission were not the same as his hidden mission.
Although Curaçao has lost her memory, she can still use all her skills, which have been trained to the point of being almost instinctive, so she should have no problem completing this mission.
Lin Che compiled the various messages sent by Lisael and forwarded them to Curaçao.
The former ruthless assassin blinked, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.
It wasn't that she felt the task violated her bottom line or anything like that.
only......
"If you have anything to say, just say it."
“Mr. Lin, could we postpone our actions for a few days? I am currently experiencing some limitations in walking and running, and I need to recover.”
Curaçao finished speaking softly with her head down, looking both shy and at a loss.
This was the first thing Mr. Lin had assigned her, yet she refused it for this reason.
But Lin Che simply pulled her into his arms and gently stroked her back:
"It was my oversight. Let's rest up before doing it. It won't make a difference."
Curaçao's body suddenly went limp, wanting to entrust everything to Lin Che for support.
"And... if I don't do a good job..."
Lin Che interrupted him directly, "I believe you can do it well. If anything goes wrong, I'll help you sort it out. Just go ahead and do it."
Chapter 133 The Foolish Detective Isn't Foolish at All
According to Lisael's intelligence, the group that hijacked the weapons belonged to a yakuza organization called the "Sakura Society".
However, this organization is not very powerful. It is not comparable to the three major Japanese organizations, and it is even stronger than the Muddy Association.
Lin Che originally planned to take Curaçao to find the Sakura Society members first, but since they were unable to move around easily, he decided against it.
"Mr. Lin, am I considered your woman now?"
At this moment, Curaçao suddenly spoke up rather "boldly," her upturned eyes filled with obvious hope.
Lin Che naturally wouldn't let her expectations down, and nodded readily, "Of course."
As he spoke, he placed his palm through Curaçao's hair to support the back of her head. "As long as you don't betray me, you will always be mine."
Curaçao received the answer she had been hoping for, and her whole body glowed with health, her eyes sparkling.
It's clear that she has some ideas she wants to put into practice right now.
Since it was time to wait for dinner anyway, Lin Che simply stepped on the gas and dragged Curaçao home.
Time flew by and it was already evening.
"Curaçao, you need to be moderate in these kinds of things," Lin Che said earnestly.
It's not that he's incompetent, but rather that Curaçao's personal abilities are exceptionally outstanding and he's extremely capable.
And Curaçao really got hooked, she didn't even have a CD.
They've even started hinting at adding some interactive elements, such as replicating the scene from when they first met.
In this respect, Curaçao's behavior is developing in the direction of Lisár.
If they were completely identical, that would be fine, but Curaçao herself is an extremely shy type, and the contrast makes her quite attractive to Lin Che.
This means he now has to actively seek self-control, otherwise he might really die at home.
Curaçao blushed. "Mr. Lin, I'd like to take a shower."
"Well, let's go."
"I feel a bit weak and exhausted. Could you please help me?"
Lin Che: "......"
Bad women have so many tricks up their sleeves!
I'll do you a favor then, it's nothing I can do.
restaurant.
Kogoro Mouri, dressed in a neat suit and with his beard clean-shaven, glanced at his watch and said with a slightly displeased tone, "Mr. Hayashi, you're a bit late."
Ran Mouri quietly kicked her father's leg, then looked at Lin Che and smiled, "We just arrived, and the food has already been ordered. If there's nothing else, we can start serving the food now."
Curaçao lowered her head, not daring to speak. The main reason she was so late was because of her.
But in terms of timing, wasn't Lin Che right?
Lin Che apologized sincerely and sat down. "Then let's serve the food. I'm quite hungry. Is Conan alright all by himself in the hospital?"
Ran Mouri shook her head. "I prepared dinner for Conan in advance. His condition has stabilized now. He is a very well-behaved child, and the doctors and nurses check on him regularly, so there won't be any problems."
The Maori family chose a high-class Chinese restaurant as the venue for their banquet.
As usual, Lin Che and Kogoro Mouri chatted and talked at length during the meal, from recent news to the world situation, and then from the world situation to what age is better to use which type of razor.
Finally, the bumbling detective suddenly changed the subject, saying that with the recent social unrest, Dimeng Yasuhiro, a member of parliament who came from the Self-Defense Forces, is now very popular with the people.
Lin Che was a little suspicious of the Detective's purpose in suddenly bringing this up.
There's a common saying online that "Kogoro is very secretive," and logically and reasonably, Kogoro Mouri should indeed be extraordinary.
Based on our previous interactions, setting aside issues such as "arrogance" and "abstractness," Kogoro Mouri fully possesses the experience and abilities expected of someone his age.
Lin Che took a sip of his drink. "I've heard of this person. If this trend continues, there will be a crackdown for a long time to come, and society won't be so chaotic then."
The muddle-headed detective nodded in agreement, then his expression turned serious and he lowered his voice to say, "In the case of the murder of Councilor Shigehiko Tomoguchi a few days ago, the Mud Association openly clashed with the police, and the murderer was also shot dead on the spot by an unknown person."
"There are probably some very powerful criminal gangs operating in the shadows. With the police's prestige so severely damaged, the Ministry of Public Security will probably take this opportunity to become even more active than before."
“Once the public security organs start operating on a large scale, foreign spies lurking in the country may also have to emerge one by one.”
He took a swig of his drink and continued, "After all, whether the police are high-profile or dispersed, foreign spies will take action, either passively or actively."
Lin Che narrowed his eyes slightly, his thumb, hidden behind the cup, gently stroking the smooth cup wall.
The bumbling detective's analysis was fine, but it sounded somewhat pointed.
He would start by chatting at length, then suddenly cut to a major event in which he was personally involved, and then openly introduce forces such as "public security" and "FBI".
Just then, Lin Che killed Chianti and Vodka and kidnapped Curaçao. The organization needed to transfer manpower to replenish its ranks, and Amuro Tooru was one of the people they knew well and who was indeed capable of coming.
Just as the carnival is about to begin, Shuichi Akai and Jodie are about to enter the main storyline.
The bumbling detective's explanation and deduction directly revealed all the important figures who would follow.
Was this intentional or unintentional?
If he meant it, what did he mean by saying those words to himself?
Lin Che put down his cup and stood up. "Mr. Mori, it's getting late. Let's talk another day. I think Ran is also eager to go back to the hospital to take care of Conan."
Kogoro Mouri, a little unsteady on his feet after drinking, said, "Haha, let's talk another day. It's always interesting chatting with Mr. Hayashi."
Lin Che had a sudden thought. "I think it would be better for Mr. Mori to go back and rest. Ms. Yuki, why don't you accompany Ran to the hospital first? I know you are also concerned about Conan's condition."
"I'll take Mr. Mori home first, then I'll come find you."
There was nothing wrong with this arrangement, and Kogoro Mouri himself agreed to it.
Ran Mouri bowed in thanks, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Lin."
Before long, the car began to drive smoothly on the road shrouded in night.
The bumbling detective sat in the passenger seat, his drunken demeanor convincing. He scratched himself and mumbled incoherently, seemingly in a half-dreaming, half-awake state.
Lin Che had wanted to take this opportunity to test Kogoro Mouri again, and even if he was drunk, he had to get some information out of him first.