0p0 Chapter 373: Pure Black Nightmare (Part 7)
Chapter 373: Pure Black Nightmare (Part 7)
[Mercenary: This brat has never worried about me at all?]
[Ms. Farrow: He knows you have the same resilience as mycelium, so he's probably only worried about Mr. Amuro.]
[Puppeteer: Don't worry, I'll have Florian deliver the message and let you vent your anger at the same time.]
[Postman: How did my job get taken away?]
[Knight: Victor, you're too honest. This kind of thing needs to be done by a naughty kid like Florian.]
[Fire Investigator: Leave it to me! (pulling out a lighter)]
[Air Force: No fire allowed!]
[Fire Investigator: Oh. (Lost)]
Conan looked at Judy and Cameron: "What information did the Black Organization steal?"
"It's an undercover list, a list of undercover agents around the world that the Metropolitan Police Department has." Judy and Cameron explained.
"If that's the case, all the undercover agents who have infiltrated the organization will be wiped out."
James added: "Not only that, but the world's intelligence agencies are likely to collapse."
"Doesn't this mean those guys have mastered the key to the espionage war?"
"That's right. In this case, these three liquidations of undercover agents may just be the beginning."
"Mr. Amuro, Ms. Rena Mizunashi, and Mr. Naib... I don't know if the undercover agent of the Oritis Organization in the Black Organization will be exposed, but as long as Mr. Naib is not hit by a bazooka, he should be able to escape..." Conan finally remembered the mercenary, which was a cause for celebration.
[Mercenary: You have no conscience! Why are you cursing me to be hit by a rocket?]
[Crying Clown: If you have a Supervisor personality, you'll have to take a beating from me.]
Conan, who was worrying about how to help Toru Amuro, was awakened by a knocking sound. It seemed that someone was knocking on James' car window.
James rolled down the window with a puzzled look on his face: "Who is it?"
"Hi! Want some popcorn?" The fire investigator thrust his upper body into the car the moment James rolled down the window, facing Conan directly.
James:? ? ?
Conan's attention was on the bucket of "popcorn" the fire investigator had handed him. Apparently, the popcorn contained small pieces of paper rolled into balls. This was the fire investigator's unique way of conveying information, as the mercenary had mentioned to Conan before.
"Thank you." Conan was a little happy now. The fact that the mercenary could ask others to come and deliver the message meant that the situation should not be that bad.
After handing the "popcorn" to Conan, the fire investigator pulled out his upper body and ran away, leaving Judy and Cameron stunned.
"What was that just now?" Cameron couldn't help but ask.
"He's the informant that Mr. Naib passed on the information to."
"But... a whole bucket of small notes, how much information is being conveyed?" Judy fell into deep thought as she looked at the MAX model popcorn bucket in front of her.
After a period of effort by the four of them, they finally opened all the notes and obtained a complete set of information.
"Conan, I'm fine."
"The Black Organization's intelligence network can't find out about me."
"But the situation is a bit urgent now."
"I was sent out to take out the undercover."
"Gin is here too."
"Toru Amuro and Rena Mizunashi may be in danger."
"I will do my best to protect them."
"Be careful."
"PS: Give Florian a couple of punches for me! He actually threw away a whole portion of popcorn!"
"P.S. I don't know if he'll peek at these little balls of paper."
"PS: This is the size of a piece of paper. I'm really sorry that I can't write more information."
After looking at these sticky notes that had become sticky due to being stained with popcorn crumbs, Conan couldn't help but reveal his half-moon eyes: "Can't you just crumple up a whole piece of paper and hide it in the popcorn?"
[Postman: What a novel way to deliver information.]
[Forward: What a shame about that bucket of popcorn.]
[Mercenary: Stop, Florian, and give me the rest of your popcorn!]
[Fire Investigator: Aaaah! (Groundhog screams)]
The three little ones originally planned to carry Conan to the police hospital to visit Curacao. But as luck would have it, Amuro Toru came here at this time, and Vermouth was waiting here for someone.
"Hey, Bourbon, why are you here?"
"Of course it's to bring that person back." Amuro Toru pretended to be calm.
Vermouth raised a playful smile at the corner of her mouth: "Really? I thought you wanted to silence her before she said more."
"Why would I do that?"
"Oh? I heard she's under strict protection now, and no visits of any kind are allowed. Is there any way you can see her? Or do you have a quicker way? Like... having special connections with the police here or something like that?"
"I didn't understand what you were saying from the beginning." Amuro Toru could only pretend to be stupid now. If he was exposed, he would probably die even if he knew the secret of Vermouth.
"Okay, it's not convenient to talk here. How about we go somewhere else?" A section of the gun barrel was exposed under the clothes on Vermouth's arm.
At the police hospital, the three children discovered that they were not allowed to visit Curacao, and they felt a little disappointed. But Mitsuhiko soon came up with a good idea, which was to call "Takagi - a non-staff member of the Junior Detective Team - a Q&A officer - for help."
It was obvious that Officer Takagi was very experienced in this area. Although he said something like "it's not allowed in principle", he still brought the three little ones over. Inspector Megure brought Curacao, who was wearing a hospital gown, to the three little ones.
Curacao looked much better and greeted the children happily. Ayumi handed him a short poem written by the little girl for Curacao.
"This is a letter from Alice to her elder sister. She hasn't been feeling well lately, so she can't come with us to visit you."
Curacao read the little poem the little girl had written (under the novelist's guidance): "Nightingale, Nightingale, where are you going to fly?"
"'I'm going home. Mr. Raven is waiting for me.'"
"The nightingale flew over the low earthen hill where Mr. Mole was working."
“‘Why are you alone?’”
"'My companions are greedy and vicious, and they never tolerate hardship.'"
"'I am the most hardworking person, and my efforts will definitely be rewarded.'"
"The nightingale flies through the dense woods, and the lady bee hovers beneath the trees."
“‘Why are you alone?’”
"'My husband is selfish and deceitful. He never returns the favor.'"
"'I am the most selfless person, and I will give him my stinger.'"
"The nightingale flies over the beautiful lake, where Mr. White Horse rests."
“‘Why are you alone?’”
"'My family is indifferent and ignorant and doesn't support my ideals.'"
“‘Only I am noble, and chasing my dreams is the most important thing.’”
"The nightingale flew into the quiet mountains, and here is Mr. Raven."
"'Oh no! The mountain is on fire! Where's Mr. Raven?'"
"Mr. Black Raven flew out, and together they looked at the dark mountain."
"Mr. Raven was very depressed: 'Our home is gone, and the good times we had can never be restored.'"
"'Of course not,' Miss Nightingale retorted. 'There are better memories waiting to be made.'"
If Conan were here, he would definitely understand the metaphor hidden in this poem, but Curacao didn't know who the pseudonym was referring to. He just thought it was an inspirational poem that advised people not to give up after suffering.