After the Undercover System Went Haywire, I Switched to Grinding Suspicion Points Chapter 184

After thinking for a while, Usuha Izuki suddenly rembered—calculating the ti, shouldn't that Plamia from the theatrical version be in Japan right now?

He vaguely recalled that although the guy was French, he'd been living in Japan since age 20, so when he was injured later, he could imdiately hook up with a Japanese police officer for romance. Otherwise, just learning the language would take so ti.

So Usuha Izuki searched again for the long-term residences of the bomber with codena [Plamia] in Tokyo.

Soon, [Universal Navigation] pointed out several locations for him.

Usuha Izuki searched with different keywords and eliminated several addresses.

Five commonly used addresses remained—about enough.

Usuha Izuki happily ate the al Hagiwara Kenji made, then spent a peaceful night.

Hagiwara Kenji forced himself to stay for two days. When nothing happened and he felt that continuing would probably push Samukawa Shinryu's patience to its limit, he reluctantly gave up his plan to stay by Samukawa Shinryu's side at night.

Mainly because they'd received the threat but didn't know when the other party planned to act or how they planned to do it, which made people sowhat anxious...

No wait, only a few colleagues were anxious. Little Shinryu had no sense of crisis at all—he was the most relaxed person in the entire Criminal Investigation Division.

That bomber sent the challenge letter to ss with Little Shinryu's mindset, but now everyone except Little Shinryu had their mindsets ssed with... Who knew what the bomber would feel if he found out.

Heaven knows, if Hagiwara Kenji had continued sticking so close, Usuha Izuki would have had to buy a Body Double Puppet. Fortunately, Hagiwara Kenji gave up halfway.

So that very night after regaining his freedom, Usuha Izuki made a disguise mask based on the photo of the bomber who wanted to target him.

He'd exchanged a bunch of skills for Samukawa Shinryu, including disguise—after all, coming to the Conan world without knowing disguise felt like a waste!

He just hadn't had a chance to use this skill before. Finally using it today! The beginner points from his newbie gift pack weren't wasted!

Usuha Izuki also prepared replacent clothes, shoulder pads and other props, stuffed them in a bag, and hurried out.

He spent one night disguised, running to five addresses, then destroyed the disguise and rushed ho, just in ti for his usual bedti.

The system, which had watched the whole process: [You're so wicked...]

[This is legitimate self-defense!] Usuha Izuki happily covered himself with his blanket. [Who told that guy to procrastinate and still not make a move? Since he gave the opportunity, of course I have to make good use of it!]

When Usuha Izuki fell into dreamland, international bomber Plamia finally returned to one of her safe houses.

Plamia, real na Christina Risal, French, with so talent in bombs. After settling in Japan at age 20, she still occasionally accepted commissions to go abroad and blow up buildings or kill people.

She was probably naturally suited to be a criminal. She felt no guilt about killing people—even without commissions, if soone got in her way, she'd find ways to make that person disappear from this world entirely.

Because she was decisive about silencing people and had a ticulous, cautious personality, even after committing countless serious cris worldwide, with victims' families even forming organizations to hunt her daily, Plamia's true identity remained unknown to anyone.

This made her very proud.

But today, this pride was shattered.

When returning to her safe house, the mont Plamia opened the door, she discovered an extra envelope in the entryway that must have been slipped through the door crack.

She initially guessed it was promotional advertisents or sothing—this was common, so she didn't pay much attention. She bent down to pick it up, planning to throw it in the trash.

But the instant she flipped the envelope and saw the side that had been against the floor, Plamia's pupils suddenly contracted!

The envelope actually had [For Plamia] written on it!!!

How could anyone know this was her safe house?! How did they track this place down?!

Was this trouble left over from so ti she failed to eliminate all traces?!

But every ti she acted, she wore masks and didn't speak. Even if soone saw her at the scene, they'd probably think she was just a sowhat thin man... How did they investigate her and even discover her safe house?!

Too terrifying.

While feeling fear, Plamia also developed killing intent toward whoever wrote this letter.

No one who knew her identity could be left alive—they all had to die!

Plamia opened the envelope with murderous intent and looked at the contents.

Completely outrageous... this was actually a challenge letter.

The wording in the letter was extrely arrogant and domineering, wildly belittling her, claiming her abilities didn't match her reputation, saying things like if she wasn't a coward, she should compete with him if she disagreed... Forget that Plamia already wanted to kill this person—even if she hadn't planned anything originally, she'd want to kill soone after reading this letter!!!

Although she wanted to imdiately start considering revenge, this safe house had been discovered, so she couldn't stay long. Plamia decisively left this safe house and drove to the next one.

But the terrifying thing happened again—in this safe house, she also found an envelope marked [For Plamia]!

Opening it, the letter's contents were identical... What was this? This was intimidation! This was a show of force!

That person was warning her through this thod: "I know all your hiding places, I already know your identity, don't think about running"!!!

That night, Plamia visited all her commonly used safe houses and found five letters total.

Her emotions gradually shifted from shocked anger to killer-like coldness.

No need to think about anything else—that person was definitely dead. What she needed to do now was find out who had discovered her identity and dared to write her letters!

She returned to one of the safe houses.

No particular reason—because she ca here most often, she'd secretly installed hidden surveillance at the entrance, thinking it might capture sothing.

But it was only a possibility.

Plamia herself did bad things, and when she did bad things, she wrapped herself up thoroughly. She felt others would be equally cautious.

So when checking the surveillance, she originally just wanted to see if there were any clues, even just clothing style would be fine.

Sure enough, in the surveillance footage, that person appeared at her apartnt entrance wearing a hat—but it was only a side profile, mostly blocked by the hat, with very little information.

However, just when Plamia felt regretful, the surveillance seed to show a gust of wind that blew the hat right off!

This type of apartnt had doors that opened directly to corridors without glass windows, allowing air to flow freely. This now helped her greatly, causing that person's face to be completely exposed.

It was a shifty-eyed looking man. After his hat was blown away by the wind, he instinctively picked it up and looked around to make sure no one was there before putting the hat back on and hurrying away.

Ha! Heaven's will is with !

She'd thought investigating who it was would definitely take a lot of ti, but unexpectedly there was already huge progress!

That guy exposed others' identities so readily—he didn't expect his own cover to be blown so easily, did he?!

The surveillance was a bit blurry, but no matter. Plamia imdiately began investigating who this person was, even finding information brokers to help. She quickly locked onto soone.

The most matching person was a bomber who'd been released from prison not long ago. Not knowing what unsavory business he was planning, he'd recently suddenly started hiding his tracks, as if afraid of being discovered. He might be planning so illegal activity—they could only confirm he was definitely still in Tokyo.

But humans leave traces in the world. If she wanted to know, the information broker was willing to help continue investigating—sotis their intelligence was much more sensitive than police, since they had many thods and connections that police couldn't penetrate.

Plamia chose to continue investigating without hesitation.

They hadn't found where he lived yet, but they first discovered this guy had appeared at a bar two days ago, seemingly drunk and ranting things like "why won't he read the letter." The information broker also relayed this to Plamia.

Plamia gritted her teeth.

It really was this guy! She'd been busy with her normal social identity these past two days and hadn't gone to her safe houses, so she hadn't discovered the letters. This guy was unhappy about it... Heh heh, well he could be even more unhappy!

But no matter—she'd soon help that guy find relief!!!

"Achoo!"

The bomber, inexplicably targeted by Plamia, couldn't help but sneeze.

After sneezing, he quickly checked the bomb in front of him and was satisfied to find it wasn't affected.

The bomb had been ready for a while. He was just taking it out to admire and fantasize about Samukawa Shinryu's miserable state.

After sending that fax to the tropolitan Police, he believed the letter at Samukawa Shinryu's ho had definitely been discovered.

The reason he'd finished making the bomb but hadn't imdiately executed his plan was to let Samukawa Shinryu worry and fear for a while after receiving the letter.

His bomb was like the sword of Damocles, never knowing when it would fall.

So the ti he delayed was exchanged for Samukawa Shinryu's anxiety—not a loss at all!

Besides, humans could only maintain ntal tension for a limited ti. In another two days, Samukawa Shinryu might think that letter was just an empty threat. Then he'd execute his perfect plan...

This was his revenge! Tremble, Samukawa Shinryu!