As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

What does it mean to be a dead fellow but not a poor one? I think Mr. Conan, who doesn't know what he's doing now, must have sneezed.

An sir was really interested in what I said, and based on what he could see, he quickly translated English into a language he could understand.

"From the cellular level—that is, the physical rejuvenation...?" An sir obviously remembered the information related to Jing Guang that I just held, "Body, spirit—what the organization wants to do is Reverse time!"

bingo!

I remember that Sister Bei once said a very long paragraph in English, saying that we are both gods and demons, and we want to reverse the torrent of time.

I can’t remember the specific original sentence, but I haven’t forgotten it. After all, that chapter is related to the main storyline and has been divided into several episodes. It also followed the episodes in which Xiaolan became the Angel of Beijie. I still remember it. Very profound.

And it's still Conan's old routine. A programmer who was persecuted by the winery appeared on the stage. I remember that person seems to be Takuo Itakura...

Itakura, Zhuo.

wait wait wait!

Itakura Zhuo=いたくらすぐる, Zhuo=すぐる.

This, isn't that the name!

It is so, it is so!

So—that article that I can't understand at all, should be the content of the program that Itakura said will "endanger all mankind"?

Sister Bei couldn't get this thing at the time. The episode of Itakura Takumi died because of something. One of the three choices was a winery—ahhhhhhhhhh, I can't remember such trivial things at all.

But now this thing is in my hands. It was in the hands of the dead Yamashita before. Does it mean that Itakura's achievements have not been destroyed, but have just fallen into the hands of other people.

Moreover, the only ones who are interested in this information are the winery and the zoo.

The former has failed, so is the latter?

So the person who scared Yamashita that day should be a member of the zoo?

It makes perfect sense, after all, the winery doesn't seem to have taken any action because of this, but the various code names of the zoo have been frequently appearing in front of me recently.

The winery and the zoo are indeed just a cooperation with mutual interests.I even doubt that Itakura Zhuo was killed by the zoo, for this "program that threatens human beings" that was about to be acquired by the winery.

It's just that I really don't understand, what program can threaten the human group, the ultimate one?Skynet system?

It always feels different.

Because of this sudden discovery, my emotions were inevitably agitated, and the feeling of being suddenly penetrated was so comfortable.Fortunately, Sir An was also immersed in it, so he didn't notice the rapid change of my mood.

"Show me the real effect of this drug—APTX—4869, that is to say, you think Edogawa Conan is a shrunken adult, why...you think so?" He seemed a little lacking in confidence when he asked me , probably after saying it, he also realized that such a smart person should not be only a single-digit age.

Even if Sir An thought that he was the outstanding one among his peers since he was a child, he would not dare to say that he could reach Conan's level when he was eight or nine years old.

"You've actually realized it yourself, Zero. His intelligence, ability, action, observation, and willpower—these are not the words "genius" can sum up. "I paused. After all, I couldn't say the name "Kudo Shinichi" directly. I had to find a way to make An Sir think, "Genius can acquire knowledge in a very short period of time, but mind and experience take time." Accumulated, behavior should also be limited by physical development, Edogawa Conan - he can never be just a child."

Having said that, he also nodded slightly, as if he agreed with my words.

My heart fell back into my stomach, but suddenly, when I was recalling Sir An's words just now, I felt a bit of discord.

"Wait, you just said 'APTX—the real effect of 4869', you mean—"

"Well, that's what you think. I know about this drug. I heard Gin mention it before. It is said that it is a poison developed by the organization, which can make people unable to find out the cause of death after death." Yes, As an intelligence officer, if he doesn't know information that even vodka knows, then Sir An can basically announce his retirement on the spot.

I understood, "Combine the two pieces of information together, that is to say, APTX-4869 has the function of shrinking the human body in research, but the organization is now using its side effects as a killing tool."

In fact, it’s quite nonsense. When you say such an important thing, I regret that when the project was approved, what was the project goal? How could the final semi-finished product be used in practice? There is even a long list.

You said, is the winery short-hearted?

Moreover, there are other materials about the function of APTX-4869, which shows that the function of shrinking the body is not absolutely unknown in the organization, so why...

"Well, are you going to look into this, or should I?" I asked.

An sir considered it for a while, and finally entrusted this matter to me for the time being.

"I still have Curaçao watching over here. If I can investigate, it will make the organization notice this drug and Ke..." At this point, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then fell silent. You can almost hear the sound of his thoughts colliding at an extreme speed.

I didn't bother him, but I felt the same, so I removed the U disk and the chip, and started to clear all traces in the computer, format it, and restore the factory settings.

After I stopped what I was doing, Sir An straightened out his thoughts and spoke slowly.

"I've always wondered why Belmode cared so much about Conan-kun's safety, even to the point where he could be threatened by me. Now it seems—maybe they had some kind of connection before Conan's body shrank."

All right!

As expected of Sir An, he contacted Sister Bei's real mother so quickly.

There are more and more clues, and it is not surprising that Sir An directly guessed me next time.

"Based on APTX-4869's current level of confidentiality, even gin has not been touched at all. Based on my current investigation of Edogawa Conan, although he has a wide range of knowledge and abilities, he is not in the field of medicine and biological research. The scope of his involvement, that is to say, he cannot be a researcher related to this drug."

Uh huh, that's right.

I nodded in affirmation, and followed his words, "It's not a researcher, it's a research product."

"To be more precise, the experimental product is an experimental product, and it is a tissue experimental product that even Belmode can't keep!" Sir An's eyes were bright, and his whole body was like a sharp weapon drawn out of its scabbard. Jian, "Being able to have such a deep connection with Belmode, and to be able to make Belmode protect him so much - he was probably special in the past regardless of his status in the organization."

...?

status in the organization?

Wait—an sir, what did you think of!

Because the protagonist's position was directly questioned, my doubts immediately overflowed.

An sir is also aware of the overflow.

"Jing Guang, you probably don't remember Belmode, so you might be confused." Seeing my doubts, he relaxed, his eyes softened with a smile, and his whole body softened, "Bermod is a member of the organization. The direct line of "that gentleman", according to my investigation, even has a kinship relationship and a deeper connection, so the status has always been detached.There are a lot of "materials" in the experimental field in the organization. Discovered... undercover agents, forced volunteers, and bought lives—these are never lacking in the organization. "

He paused when he said undercover, and looked away from me unnaturally.

Sure enough, he still cared.

"If it's just an ordinary test product, with Belmode's status and means, it would not be difficult to ask someone directly or replace him privately, but the result now is the Edogawa Conan we have seen. That is There are only two possibilities, either—it was an accident, and Belmode didn’t know about it in time, but I think Conan, he is not someone who just sits and dies, so this possibility is infinitely close to zero.”

Well, the analysis is very good, but it seems that I made a mistake when copying the number of the question at the beginning, and I can't draw the correct conclusion even if the subsequent steps are correct.

"Then there is the second possibility. Even Belmode himself can't do anything about it. As for the ones who can overwhelm her, regardless of the organization that I only know now and the organization with the animal as the code name, if I only consider the organization I belong to, there are currently only two people who can do it." This ability and status - the so-called "that gentleman", and Rum. "An sir spoke more and more smoothly, and her thoughts really flowed down like a waterfall. "The former has a deep relationship with Belmode. From my observation, she didn't have any dissatisfaction with "that gentleman". On the contrary, when Rum was mentioned, she didn't express it, and her micro-expressions and some small movements were all telling her irritability. "

"It can be deduced from this that it is very likely that Rum is leading this matter. Ramsay in the chat room just now - Ramsay itself is also a kind of rum - this chess game... Rum really played big enough."

Emmmm, how should I put it, I seem to have observed closely how those riddlers and brain-filling monsters overthrew my script and character design step by step in the past.

Sure enough, they have been completely out of my cognition as creatures.

At the same time, I am also more determined, absolutely must grasp every word, every detail!

Resolutely don't give some specific people the chance to imagine me!

too frightening.

I feel like I have to believe that Sir An wants these things.

What is logical self-consistency?

It's almost as terrible as self-guided strategy.

"It seems that Curacao has to stay. Her role is far greater than we imagined." Sir An laughed when he said this, not the kind of Poirot waiter's smile, but an approximate The smile on Bourbon's face seemed to be full of sharp self-confidence, "Jing Guang, what you said just now, Curacao is not loyal to Rum and intends to leave—how sure are you?"

Oh hoo, is this a matter of instigating rebellion?

Sleepy, gin, it's really miserable.

There was not a drop of wine in the thin water.

"Ninety percent." I was a little humble, leaving myself a [-]% margin.

Even Sir An was a little surprised when he heard me. Perhaps in his opinion, as long as it exceeds half, it is worth a try.

But after seeing my resolute look, his eyebrows trembled.

"Sure enough... no matter what time you are, you are so confident."

He picked up the things I printed out just now, and put them upside down on the table, "This time...maybe we can go to the next level."