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From a psychological age perspective, having this kind of dream is nothing unusual and quite normal.
This means she has a good impression of Lin Che, and even admires and likes him.
This is very abnormal!
Lin Che has a girlfriend!
Moreover, her current state of mind is completely unsuitable for her to think about these things!
"What's wrong with you? You seem so absent-minded this morning," Conan, who was sitting next to him, suddenly asked.
Ai Haibara quickly shook her head, "It's nothing, I just have a feeling of unease."
"Uneasy?" Conan frowned. "Is something bad going to happen?"
Upon hearing this, Ai Haibara suddenly realized that the reason she had made up on the spot actually came true.
I felt a little flustered and nervous.
As if receiving a warning, the hairs on my body stood on end.
"Could those things in my dreams come true?" Ai Haibara suddenly muttered to herself with a sense of relief.
After all, it seems that only the organization could give her this feeling.
Chapter 107 Humans are slaves to their own nature
"What dream?"
Conan, with his sharp ears, found this statement utterly baffling.
However, he was still very concerned about his "comrade's" mental state.
After spending some time together, he now fully accepts Ai Haibara as his companion.
Moreover, the antidote ultimately has to fall into the hands of the drug researcher, and the organization's intelligence also has to be obtained from the researcher.
Conan had just arrived at school. He quickly put his bag down and teased, "You didn't dream about ghosts or monsters, did you?"
Ai Haibara glared at him irritably.
Do you think I'm like Ayumi and the others?
After returning from the Twin Towers skyscraper, Conan took advantage of her time at school to ask her a lot of random questions, mainly focusing on Lin Che and the organization.
As usual, she gave vague and perfunctory answers, and indeed, she didn't know much of the truth.
The dream I had last night might just be some kind of unseen signal.
Scientists sometimes believe in the superstition, after all, she couldn't even explain her "organizational radar" scientifically.
Should I tell Edogawa about my dream now?
Better say goodbye.
Given her inquisitive nature, she'll eventually run out of things to say, which could easily lead to misunderstandings.
The dreamlike scene of springtime flashed by again.
Ai Haibara lowered her head guiltily, while also thinking of Yuki Amami, whom she had officially met yesterday.
Lin Che is surrounded by beautiful women.
This Ms. Yuki Amami has obvious signs of training. Although she looks gentle and harmless, she is definitely a ruthless character.
If a casual friend is such a good match, wouldn't Lin Che's "girlfriend," whom he hasn't even met yet, be an even better match?
Unlike her, she's a complete waste of space, with absolutely no competitive edge.
Eh?
Ai Haibara suddenly realized what was happening.
What are you thinking about?!
"Why are you blushing?" Conan, who had been silently observing, tilted his head in confusion.
Because the little girl had her head down and her chest hunched, he had to bend down and look up as close as possible to get a better look at her.
Ai Haibara, regaining her senses, immediately spotted Conan's face.
"Snapped--!"
Conan now has a red handprint on his face.
This commotion will naturally attract other people's attention.
The three closest children immediately turned their attention to Conan, suspecting that he wanted to do something strange to Ai Haibara.
Conan was speechless, but he had indeed gotten too close, so the slap he received wasn't entirely unjustified.
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organization.
Gin's frustration continued because he couldn't find Curaçao and there was still no follow-up news.
Curaçao is a very special case. Her unique physique, combined with the organization's top-notch brainwashing technology, means there's not much to worry about her leaking information about the organization.
But there's always a chance of something going wrong.
Moreover, Curaçao is a highly capable and invaluable individual; we must rescue him.
The Twin Towers project failed, and Chianti died.
Although that person didn't say anything, it was easy to guess that the other party must have been very disappointed.
Now that Curaçao has just arrived and something happened on his first day of activities, Rum needs to put pressure on him.
Gin really doesn't want to continue.
He works diligently for the organization every day, but in the end, if anything goes wrong, he gets all the blame.
"Brother, it's confirmed."
Vodka pushed the door open and came in.
"Police have not yet found any substantial evidence that Shigehiko Tomoguchi accepted bribes and have suspended his control over him."
“We received a reply to the message we sent him, and he said he would attend the memorial service in exchange for a chance to turn things around.”
"Could there be a trap here?"
Vodka was clever for once, but only to a limited extent.
Gin flicked out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. "There's definitely something fishy going on, but don't get too caught up in the surface."
"It wasn't Tonguchi Shigehiko who wanted to cheat; it was someone else."
Vodka's brain stopped working. "Brother, you mean...?"
Gin sneered, "Since Shigehiko Tobuchi has escaped police control, he should know that his family has been rescued."
"We kidnapped his wife and children, openly intending to kill him. Why should he continue to seek our help?"
"Given his personality, the most important thing for him is to take his wife and children and flee abroad for refuge."
Vodka had some complaints again, "But he's already in a precarious situation himself. It's entirely possible that he'll expose us and then use himself as bait to lure us into the police's encirclement and eliminate any future trouble."
Gin stubbed out his cigarette, which he had only taken two puffs of. "He wouldn't dare."
"Don't you dare?"
"Don't dare."
Gin is very confident.
“He knows my style of doing things, and he is also aware of the organization’s general strength.”
"Such a simplistic ambush is unlikely to work; on the contrary, it will only enrage me."
"He can't bear the consequences of doing this."
Vodka: "..."
Gin took out another cigarette and lit it, only to find the box was empty. He couldn't help but look at the one he had just extinguished.
He exhaled a puff of smoke and continued, "Humans are all slaves to their own character. As long as there is a way out, all human behavior will develop based on their underlying character."
"The people that Shigehiko Tobuchi hired were no good; they saved his wife and children but didn't tell him the news."
Vodka didn't understand. "Why?"
“Because this is the one who really wanted to use Shigehiko Tonguchi as bait.” Gin’s eyes flashed with murderous intent. “Although it took several days to get the definite information, Nishitama City Councilor Iwamatsu Oki also died that night. He was shot in the head by a sniper rifle from a distance.”
"Now we can be sure that the person who was impersonating Shuichi Akai was actually targeting Iwamatsu Oki from the beginning."
"The bombing of the twin towers was likely done by the international dangerous activist Pramia, who was also involved in the conflict."
Gin picked up the glass on the table and took a sip; the taste of the rye whiskey was as usual.
"Although I haven't found their exact accounts on the dark web yet, the only person who knows about the organization and would take action against it is probably 'Shuichi Akai'."
"I don't believe that the leak of organizational information is that serious. No matter who it is, they all know that the organization exists and dare to target us."
He tossed aside the cigarette he had only taken two puffs of, stood up with a cold laugh.
"In a way, isn't this also a kind of fate? We just happened to run into each other again."
"I have no reason not to respond to his invitation."
"Vodka."
Vodka quickly stood up straight. "Brother, I'll do whatever you need me to do right away!"
Do you have any cigarettes left? Give them to me.
"?"
Vodka, taking advantage of his sunglasses, secretly rolled his eyes and muttered that his older brother was crazy.
He takes a couple of puffs and throws it away; when it's gone, he asks for more.
Even the richest family can't withstand such waste.
Vodka respectfully offered the cigarette case.
Just then, the crisp sound of high heels came from the doorway.
Vermouth is dressed to the nines today; she will attend the memorial service as an international star.
She overheard the second half of Gin's sentence when she arrived, and couldn't help but lean against the threshold and chuckle:
“Gin, I need to remind you that the organization is short-handed right now, not to mention that your right-hand man is currently disabled.”
Whoever's gaze falls upon will become red and warm.
With just one sentence, vodka became an instant sensation.
He groaned, "I'm just crippled, not dead. Even without my right hand, I can still annihilate the enemy!"
Gin said coldly, "Don't worry, I terminated the censorship and cleanup this morning. There was no infiltration inside."
"Once we catch that strange person, everything will be explained."
Chapter 108 Gin's desperate gamble, Pisco's thoughts
Previously, Gin suspected internal infiltration and that Binga was plotting against him.
After several days of review and investigation, all these doubts have been dispelled.
The only question is: who exactly is that person, and how does he/she have access to so much information about the organization?
If we can catch them this time, all the problems will be solved.
They lost a lot of men in Nishitama City, but they still have fifty or sixty usable peripheral members.
This time we can take a slightly bigger risk and include the people from the Mud Gathering. It won't be difficult to assemble a team of two or three hundred people.
In any case, the police are no longer surrounding Shigehiko Tsunami. Even if the police were to be dispatched immediately after the conflict broke out, they would not be able to arrive quickly and would have to face the direct obstruction of the Mud Association.
At that time, Gin will have plenty of time and space to deal with that mysterious entity.
Aside from the underlings, Pisco and Vermouth are hiding inside the stadium, while Gin himself, Vodka, and Cohen are watching from outside.