Chapter 921 Whiskey Concentration Is Too High

So Bourbon really knows rum.

Not long after the call with Rei Fukiya ended, Nobushige had just returned to Asano's house when he received a call from Rum.

"I heard that there was a slight problem with the plan to assassinate Okakura Masaaki." Rum's mood changes could not be heard on the phone. He did not seem to take Okakura Masaaki to heart, even though the man who had planned to assassinate Okakura Masaaki tasks as first priority.

Nobushige Shinichi reported: "Yes, Okakura Masaaki was involved in a serial murder case and has died. The NOC list memory card is likely to be taken away by the murderer."

"Probably?"

"We're determining that."

Rum nodded and urged: "As soon as possible, don't let the memory card fall into the hands of the police."

"yes."

"By the way." Rum suddenly added, "Since we have the same goal as the police, instead of investigating the identity of the murderer ourselves, it is better to make good use of the police."

Nobuhiro echoed: "I think so too. Send someone to sneak into the Metropolitan Police Department and participate in the joint police investigation. All we have to do is find the murderer before the police do and take the memory card."

"Well, you and Belmode should be both good at this, right?"

"That's right, but this time the situation is a little different." Nobutushige looked helpless, "The top officer of the joint investigation operation team, Matsumoto Police Officer, is the most suitable candidate. Unfortunately, he is strong and tall, and regardless of my Whoever disguises him as Belmode is somewhat lacking. The only person in Japan with a similar stature is Gin."

"And let Gin pretend to be..." Nobumangi said at a loss for words, "You also know Gin's character, he will never agree."

Want Gin to disguise himself as Police Inspector Matsumoto? Regardless of Gin's personal wishes, his acting skills and the cold aura emanating from his body are completely unsuitable for the disguise task. Let Gin sneak into the Metropolitan Police Department, and he probably won't even be able to pass the first level. If you are not careful, you may cause a bloodshed in the Metropolitan Police Department. I didn't get the memory card by then, but I wanted to alert the public first and attract the attention of the police.

Rum was obviously aware of this problem, and he said helplessly: "Then find someone else. Besides Gin, do you have any other suitable candidates?"

Nobushige pondered: "From a professional point of view, there can be a difference in body shape between the two people before and after the disguise, but it cannot be too different. I remember that there is a sniper code-named Curacao next to you. I was with him last time at the base. After a brief encounter, he seems to be about the same height as Matsumoto Kiyonaga?"

"Ah, you said Curacao." Rum smiled and said, "You haven't met formally yet, so you may not know clearly. Curacao is not the kind of person with a strong body. In fact, he and you The body shape is similar, so it shouldn’t be suitable for pretending to be Matsumoto Kiyonaga.”

"That's it." Nobushige also laughed, "Then I'm really at my wits' end. Cohen is about the same height, but unfortunately too thin, and Vodka is a bit on the fat side. Silla still has an accent when she speaks Japanese, so even wearing a voice changer won't help."

Rum pondered for a moment: "What do you think of Ireland? His figure should be suitable, right?"

"Ireland?" Nobushige was slightly stunned, "He has arrived in Japan?"

"Yes, the one who sent him to Japan to do something will go back next week. But one week should be enough, right?" Rum asked.

"Of course, we will not be idle while the police investigate."

"You just inform him directly." Rum specifically mentioned, "I remember that person gave you the authority to arrange for all members in Japan, and Ireland is one of them."

Although Rum's tone was casual, since he specifically mentioned BOSS, it meant that he was very concerned about this matter. Does he feel that his position has been challenged, or is he worried that Mescal's blatant siding with others will affect his plans?

Nobushige is well aware of the twists and turns involved. Although he has obtained the authority, he cannot really put himself in the corresponding position. Doing so will not only arouse Rum's fear, but will also bring him to the forefront and become the target of public criticism.

Nobushige hesitated for a moment, then said with an embarrassed look on his face: "It would be fine if it were someone else. I'm afraid Ireland wouldn't listen to me. He used to respect Pisk very much, but Pisk was killed by me myself."

"Pisk's mission failed, his identity was exposed, and he had to die. It has nothing to do with you."

"Will Ireland listen to my explanation?" Xinfan asked with a wry smile.

Nobuhiro said so much to express his attitude. After receiving the signal from his words, Rum compromised: "Then let Belmod speak. I'm afraid Ireland will not dare not listen to her words."

"yes."

So two minutes later, Belmode received an email from Mescal.

Belmod picked up the transparent wine glass, shook it gently, and watched the crystal clear spherical ice cubes floating in the amber liquid.

"Is it another bottle of whiskey?" The corners of Belmod's mouth raised slightly, revealing an unknown smile, "The content of Japanese whiskey seems a bit high."

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"Listen carefully, I am bringing you here as an exception this time, so please wait patiently!"

In the corridor outside the meeting room of the Metropolitan Police Department, Maori Kogoro was telling Maori Lan and Conan with a serious face - especially Conan.

Conan immediately raised his voice and agreed faster than anyone else, but if he really encountered a clue, he would definitely be the first one to run over and investigate.

"Dad, your tie is crooked." Mao Lilan reached out to help Maori Kogoro straighten his tie, then looked at Nobushige, "Then please ask Mr. Asano to accompany my father to the joint meeting."

Xinfan nodded lightly: "Well, don't worry."

He watched as Conan took off a bug from his glasses and quietly stuffed it into Kogoro Mori's pocket.

Nobushige warned Conan with his eyes, which earned Conan a shy smile.

This is how he played tricks on the Metropolitan Police Department openly. Anyway, this is not the first time.

"Mr. Mori!" Wataru Takagi and Miwako Sato came out of the nearby conference room and walked towards Kogoro Mori, "I'm sorry to trouble you and Mr. Asano to come to the Metropolitan Police Department so early."

Miwako Sato bowed slightly: "Good morning, Ran-chan, Conan-kun!"

"Good morning!" Mao Lilan and Conan greeted in unison.

Mouri Kogoro put his hands in his trouser pockets and asked seriously: "I heard it was a large-scale serial murder case?"

"Yes." Takagi Wataru activated his question-answering passive skill and didn't care whether such a secret could be heard by the detective's children. "The day before yesterday, another mahjong tile was found at the scene of a murder case on the Odawara City Toll Road. The same discovery was made Mahjong cases also occurred in five cases in Tokyo, Kanagawa, Shizuoka, Nagano and other prefectures.”

Mouri Kogoro touched his chin and fell into thought.

Takagi Wataru made a gesture of invitation: "Anyway, we will discuss the specific situation in detail at the meeting."