Hattori Heiji's idea opened up a new line of thought.

But Conan still felt a problem.

Especially the one with agave.

"Undercover agents are not killers. They need to keep a low profile and won't get rid of their partners in such a direct way." Conan denied, "And I remember that Bourbon reminded that person that the other party didn't believe him very much and accidentally touched the agency..."

…Wait a moment.

Don't trust Bourbon's words, doesn't it mean that Bourbon has just joined the organization, so Tequila will question his judgment on the bomb?

Conan recalled the time when the black cat got the antidote of APTX4869, the time when Haibara Ai defected from the organization, and the time when he first met Bourbon. He felt that this series of things were very close to each other.

An idea gradually formed, but after thinking about it carefully, reason told Conan that it was impossible.

...But, Black Cat and Bourbon really have a lot of overlaps. For example, I have never seen his full face, and the two of them happened to show only the bottom half of his face and the other only the top half.

The amount of information made up by the brain is too large, and Conan is a little sluggish for a moment.

He quickly thought about various possibilities, suddenly remembered Hattori Heiji's abnormality, and grabbed him: "Why did you suddenly touch your neck just now?"

"Huh?" Hattori Heiji almost forgot about it himself.

Looking down and seeing that Conan is extremely serious, and looking at the three views is still a little shaky, Hattori Heiji hesitated for a while, but still told him the illusion before he fainted.

Then he found that Conan's expression was even more broken.

Very thin wire rope, plus…

Conan pulled off the tablecloth on Hattori Heiji's body, looked carefully, and found a pinhole in his upper arm.

Hattori Heiji was jumping up and down now, so even if he hit his head at the time, he wouldn't be dizzy for too long.

He slept until he woke up just now, it must be because he was injected with anesthesia. This method...

Hattori Heiji looked at Conan in confusion, feeling that he was about to short-circuit.

So he reached out and shook him: "Hey, what are you thinking about? Tell me, let's think about it together."

Conan thought about it and felt that it made sense. Judging from what happened just now, Hattori Heiji is indeed open-minded, and maybe he can provide some new conjectures.

...and the most important thing is that he kept shaking himself without saying anything, so he couldn't stop thinking.

Conan worded his words, originally wanting to start with "I have a friend", but felt that the black cat would not agree with this statement.

So I changed my mouth: "A friend of a friend of mine..."

…

Hattori Heiji doesn't know much about the details.

Hearing what Conan said, he came to a guess without hesitation: "It should be the black cat who went to the organization to become an undercover agent, for fear of being recognized by you and telling your neighbors, and at the same time not wanting to be disturbed by you, that's why he stayed in front of you all the time. Talking, pretending to be allergies, refusing to take off the mask."

"But he wasn't just in front of me - in the Tequila case, he threatened the killer who planted the bomb, and he was typing."

Conan still felt wrong.

The two people are indeed very similar, but there are always some details that prevent him from treating the black cat and Keren as the same person: "Also, when I was looking for you just now, I heard him speak, and his voice was hoarse."

"That kind of voice can be faked." Hattori Heiji cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "Listen, it's like a completely different person."

"...It's still you, the cold version of you." Conan rolled a pair of dead fish eyes and said with certainty:

"It's not the same, even if you want to disguise your voice, you can't take the initiative to be dumb enough to tear your throat, otherwise your voice will become erratic and difficult to control.

"But his voice is always the same, so it should be a physiological problem, such as a broken vocal cord due to illness or injury."

"And the hair is different." Conan came up with his previous theory of identifying black cats and bourbons - one with straight hair and one with curly hair, and there was no trace of perming or straightening in a short period of time.

"Why can't it be a wig?" Heiji Hattori disagreed with Conan, "Could it be that you pulled it directly from their heads?"

"...How is that possible." Conan really wanted to do that.

But let’s not pull it out, I picked one up from a black cat’s clothes back then, and I was as frightened as a thief: “But I’m sure it’s not a wig, if you look closely, there’s a big difference between a wig and a real hair, and I can tell the difference. "

"Maybe it's a high-tech new type of wig. That organization can even make a rejuvenating drug. What's impossible." Hattori Heiji muttered:

"And whether or not he is the black cat you mentioned, what he does is very much like what an undercover agent would do."

Conan was lost in thought.

If Bourbon is seen as an undercover agent, many things can indeed be explained.

But it is undeniable that wherever Bourbon passes, there will always be some "suicides" that are obviously homicides, which are very suspicious anyway.

At present, there can be the idea of ​​"Bourbon is an undercover", but he must not be treated as an undercover, let alone a black cat.

Otherwise, in case of inadvertent exposure when inquiring about the situation, not only will he be in danger, but he may also be traced back to find the Maori Detective Agency, and then involve the coffee shop downstairs.

Although the black cat rarely leaves traces, it is also a fact that he often goes to the cafe.

If Bourbon is indeed not a black cat, it would be too expensive for him to find the trace of the black cat and then target the coffee shop and the Maori detective agency.

What's more, even if it is undercover, it is impossible to determine which side is the undercover. From the perspective of Bourbon's behavior... If he belongs to another illegal organization and rashly contacts him, it will only end badly.

Even if he belongs to a serious organization, in order to hide himself, the undercover agent will make his behavior as close to the bad guy as possible, even worse than the villain, especially when there are accomplices nearby.

...In short, no matter how you want to investigate in the future, you must not start from Bourbon's side. You must first treat him as a member of the organization and take precautions~lightnovelpub.net~ and then find a way to inquire about the situation from the black cat.

…

Shiraishi listened to the discussion coming from the headphones, and felt that Conan's reasoning was still too down-to-earth, not as broad as Hattori Heiji thought.

But this is also easy, at least you don't have to worry about being harassed by Conan when you go out on a mission.

Hongye has given him a lot of high-tech equipment. Besides, he can use private chat at any time to get remote support from her.

—The eavesdropping device in Hattori Heiji's cell phone is a product of higher technology than this plane's current technology.

It's a pity that we can't eavesdrop for too long. After a while, technology evolves, and it may be discovered.

Of course, it's more likely that Hattori Heiji first changed his phone before that - Shiraishi recently observed passers-by and found that the phone has begun to be updated again.

No matter what happens in the future, at present, this bug is still very useful, helping Shiraishi to grasp the trend of high school detective × 2.

The only surprise is...why did they use the code name "Bourbon" when they mentioned masks?

Shiraishi was lost in thought. When you were on a mission, did you ever do something bad under the name of Bourbon?

No, if you want to pit it is to pit vodka or Cohen...

Amuro had just hidden the life raft and was about to go to the town of Moon Shadow Island with his accomplices.

Looking back, I suddenly found that Matsuda's eyes were a little strange: "What's wrong?"

Amuro looked at Matsuda's earphones, thinking he heard something important.

So I reached out my hand curiously, wanting a headset to come over and listen to the news.

However, Matsuda took off the headphones, stuffed them into his pocket, and said casually, "Let's go."

"…"

I don't know why, but suddenly I have a bad feeling.