Chapter 912 The friend you mentioned

the other side. Mao Lilan, Suzuki Sonoko and Conan also returned home successfully.

 Although the high school students experienced two cases in a row tonight, it may be because there are not so many enemies in the air. The mental state of the three of them is better than that of Vodka who only experienced one case.

 …

 After washing, Conan pretended to lie down and sleep.

 In fact, amidst Mouri Kogoro's purring, he secretly opened the door, slipped downstairs, and then took out his mobile phone.

Conan: "..." Unknowingly, the power of the black organization has penetrated into places so close to him, and Vodka actually became Jiang Xia's assistant...

If the vodka was directed at him, Conan also planned to try to solve it independently.

 But now, this is obviously not his problem alone - if he is not careful, it may cost the lives of an entire street.

so…

With the light coming from the street lamp, Conan pressed the phone, flipped through the address book, and found the number of his father, Kudo Yusaku.

 …

Although last time, when Kudo Yusaku came to see him, Conan proudly refused help from his elders in order not to return to the United States with his parents.

But after so long, the proud high school detective has spent so long beside Jiang Xia, the terrible spoiler machine...Conan's whole person has become Buddhist-like, and his bottom line has gradually become more flexible.

—Compared to the ending of group destruction, what’s wrong with hugging your parents’ thighs?

 In any case, achieving the goal without killing people or setting fire is the best way to deal with it.

 Such a big thing, instead of facing the dilemma of blind selection alone, it is better to try to contact Interpol or the FBI through Kudo Yusaku—maybe they will know more about this mysterious organization.

Thinking like this, Conan finally convinced himself.

 He pressed the dial button. Call Kudo Yusaku.

 …

　　The bell rang several times, and the other party picked up.

Conan cleared his throat uncomfortably: "Dad, there is something important. Is it convenient for you to talk about it now?"

"Hold on."

The background sound from Kudo Yusaku's side sounded a little messy, like it was outdoors.

After a while, with the sound of the car door closing, the other side of the phone became quiet, and Kudo Yusaku entered the car.

Soon, a reliable adult voice came from the receiver: "What's wrong?"

“That’s it…that organization may have its eyes on Jiangxia.”

 Conan lowered his voice and told Kudo Yusaku in detail about the situation he encountered tonight, as well as his thoughts and speculations.

 …

 There was silence on the other side of the phone for a long time.

Conan waited patiently for a while and couldn't help but said suspiciously: "Dad?"

“Well, I’m thinking.” Kudo Yusaku came back to his senses and reminded his occasionally aggressive son:

"I happen to have a friend in Tokyo. I will ask him to find out the general purpose of the organization's contact with Jiang Xia. Don't act rashly - if those people's goal is not Jiang Xia originally, and your abnormal behavior has aroused the alert of the organization, things will be very serious. trouble."

Conan was not surprised by this result. He had long known that Kudo Yusaku had a wide network of contacts.

However, when I heard this sentence, I was still a little surprised: "What kind of friend? Which organization has penetrated the organization to this extent?" He was able to find out such details as "the organization's purpose of getting closer to Jiangxia"...

Yusaku Kudo did not answer.

He laughed and joked: "I remember someone said before, 'Things can be solved by oneself without the help of parents' - I don't know if these things that can be solved include the source of intelligence." Conan: "... "

 …He originally thought that he had no moral integrity.

 But now it seems that there is still a little bit left.

—When he thought of asking Yusaku Kudo to reveal the secret over the phone in a cute way, and eat back what he had said before... Conan couldn't help but want to grab the ground with his head.

Furthermore, it is undeniable that the questions he asked were indeed too sensitive - the identity of that "friend" might be an undercover agent who had infiltrated the upper echelons of the organization. Even if he really puts aside his face and asks, my father probably won't tell him...

Thinking about this, Conan snorted and barely maintained his moral integrity.

 He changed the subject, chatted for a few words, and then hung up the phone.

 …

 Although I am very curious, but…

Conan looked at the darkened screen of his mobile phone and sighed: Forget it. After all, he was his biological father. If the information was really important, he would probably tell him without asking.

 But now, since dad won’t tell me, I can’t even ask.

 Besides, even if the biological father is unreliable, wouldn’t he still be anonymous?

 —Follow the anonymous detective’s habits of creating trouble for the organization and rescuing high school students. If Vodka really has some conspiracy against Jiang Xia, Anonymous probably won't watch.

 Conan: “…” However, Anonymous is not entirely a benign organization. Those guys shouldn't kidnap Jiang Xia and join them as a group of mysterious people who appear and disappear. It would be better to go to the United States...

 Sigh, the information we know is still too little.

Conan sighed gloomily.

At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and knocked on his head.

—Mao Lilan was just about to have a late-night snack when she suddenly found that the child was missing, so she searched for it all the way.

She looked at Conan's expression doubtfully: "What are you worrying about at such a young age? Don't think too much, I will take you to the press conference tomorrow - Yuanzi said that many celebrities will go..." At this point, she suddenly remembered that children are not interested in celebrities. Interested, Mao Lilan changed her words wittily, "There are also meals and desserts that you can take for yourself!"

 Conan: “…”

 …Is now the time to think about what to eat? Now is the critical time to **** people from evil organizations!

 …but indeed, there is no point in rushing.

Conan: "..." And speaking of dessert, he was indeed a little hungry - thinking about it carefully, they hadn't even had time to eat dinner in order to twist the murderer in the mask case to the scene.

Conan sighed and went to have supper with Mao Lilan.

 …

 On the other side, on the road outside the airport.

　　Yusaku Kudo hung up the phone.

Different from the relaxed tone when he faced Conan just now, he didn't know what he thought of, and his expression was a little solemn.

Dr. A Li put away his luggage, opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.

He just happened to hear the last sentence of the phone call between father and son, and couldn't help laughing: "Shinichi actually asked you for help? What's the matter? It's so rare."

“It’s nothing, it’s just that he ran into a member of that organization again.” Kudo Yusaku hesitated for a moment, then suddenly said, “Let’s go to your house for today’s supper—it feels like you’ve gained some weight recently, so the food should be good.”

Dr. A Li was startled and protested: "Nonsense! I have obviously lost ten pounds! - Xiao Ai always takes away my fried chicken. I occasionally hide some fried food, and when I eat it, I find that she has poured it on me. The very bitter health medicine cannot be used as food at all..."

 (End of this chapter)