Ito Suehiko has co to an end.
His predecessor, Soichiro Miyama of the Miyama Chamber of Comrce, was also sent to prison after the police collected a large amount of criminal evidence.
The other party's subsequent fate would be death by suicide.
"The life of a boss is really rich."
A cup of brewed black tea was placed in front of Hayashi Yoshiki, and Amuro Toru said with a smile:
"So you're planning to take so ti off to write a book recently?"
"Yes, but it's also because I ca up with a good idea."
"Oh? Can you please tell ?"
"Inconvenient."
"No hesitation at all."
"What has Mr. Amuro been doing lately?"
"I've been traveling and relaxing for a while. Now, I've beco addicted to fishing."
Amuro Toru smiled and sat down opposite Hayashi Yoshiki.
He lies so easily.
Amuro Toru has been busy with the tasks assigned to him by Rum for so ti, while simultaneously trying to spy on Cointreau's information within the Organization.
But this mysterious new mber made him feel like he had no idea where to start.
This was soone discovered by Gin himself—his confidentiality level nearly the highest in the group.
Any attempt to retrieve his data would be logged.
Amuro Toru didn't have the authority.
Even if he did, the true identity file likely wouldn't be stored in any accessible location.
But Amuro wasn't discouraged.
He had cracked Vermouth's secrets—Cointreau's was only a matter of ti.
But...
Toru Amuro looked at the young man across from him, sipping tea with a leisurely smile.
He hadn't expected that while he was investigating Cointreau, the man in front of him would be nearly killed by him.
Even if Cointreau didn't an to, he had still gravely injured Hayashi Yoshiki.
That bastard.
Thinking back to the video—where Hayashi Yoshiki rushed to save a man even though he knew it was a trap—Amuro felt a surge of frustration.
"Fishing sounds interesting, but I probably don't have the patience for it," Hayashi said while replying to ssages.
Kuroba Kaito: "What happened to the guy who accidentally killed soone?"
Hayashi Yoshiki: "What are you talking about?"
Kuroba Kaito: "Don't play dumb. I heard everything. You were seriously injured, right?"
Hayashi Yoshiki: "Don't get involved. Focus on your father's whereabouts, Kuroba-san who secretly used Hakuba Saguru's identity."
Kuroba Kaito: "Tsk!"
In Ekoda High School, Kaito curled his lips and was about to put his phone away when:
"Why was Hayashi Yoshiki seriously injured?"
"Whoa!?"
Kuroba turned to find Koizumi Akako.
"Why the silence?"
"I'm just curious. You looked so absent-minded," Akako said bluntly, brushing her crimson hair behind her ear.
"So what's going on?"
Kindaichi Detective Agency
Hayashi Yoshiki was still replying to ssages.
Conan: "Would you like to talk after school?"
Hayashi Yoshiki: "Why, did so upperclassman bully you?"
Conan: "What are you talking about? I want to talk seriously."
Hayashi Yoshiki sighed. Now that Conan had revealed his identity, everything was more complicated.
But seeing how serious the kid was... it was hard to refuse.
Ikumi Soda: "Are you free recently, Mr. Hayashi?"
Hayashi Yoshiki: "What can I do for you?"
Ikumi Soda: "Nothing. I just thought it's a sha—we've dated twice, but sothing always went wrong."
The one using Ikumi Soda's na was Vermouth.
He'd saved her number under that alias and hadn't changed it since.
Hayashi Yoshiki: "Now that you ntion it, that's true."
Hayashi Yoshiki: "Let's find another opportunity to arrange a ti."
Vermouth raised an eyebrow. Surprisingly smooth.
Was it because he owed her a favor? Or... because he cared?
Either way, it worked.
Cointreau was too dangerous for Ran—especially for soone as inexperienced as her.
Boy (Kudo Shinichi) was slow now. He couldn't compete.
Thinking of what happened in Arica, Vermouth felt an odd sense of responsibility.
"He's suddenly smiling so much... did sothing good happen?" Amuro asked curiously.
"Let's just leave it at that."
"Are you going on a date with a beautiful woman?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"Wait—seriously?"
Amuro sighed. Hayashi Yoshiki was brilliant in every way... but maybe just a little too romantic.
Still—it made him human.
Buzz! Buzz!
Hayashi Yoshiki's phone rang.
He glanced at the screen, then his expression turned serious.
Ignoring Amuro, he stood, walked to the balcony, and answered.
(Is it about the task force?)
Amuro narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Is the murderer on the move again?"
"Yes. The victim this ti was soone whose info was posted online, and..."
On the other end, Odagiri Toshiro's tone dropped into a grim whisper.
"The ones who died... were on the list we blocked imdiately."
"...I see."
The task force had acted on Hayashi Yoshiki's advice—scrubbing the net of any posts revealing cris.
Even those deleted within thirty seconds didn't save the victims. They still died days later.
That was when Odagiri began to suspect...
Was there a traitor inside the task force?
Hayashi Yoshiki fell silent.
Then he responded, his voice low:
"Let think about it, and I'll contact you soon, Minister Odagiri."
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