There are times when Belmode understands Rum, such as when she's gazed upon by Ichijō Mirai's smile.
Pretending not to notice the ominous cloud of the shadow of death hovering over her head, she maintained her blonde sweetheart persona and greeted her pompously and enthusiastically, "Wow, my dear Alsace, I didn't realize you worked with the police... I didn't think you'd come into contact with the neon police since you got out of the police academy..."
Fear of debtors.
"My dear Belmode," Ichijō Mirai inherited part of the enthusiasm, part of it because he only called it enthusiasm, not the tone of it, "I would have thought that you would have been happy to put Rum or Gin or someone else in my mouth so that you wouldn't get hurt yourself."
I didn't realize Belmode was so brave as to jump into his mouth of his own accord, urging in a hushed voice 'Come on, eat me, now!' .
He said this because Belmode had that extra Suzuki Sonoko look this time.
Belmode blinked and smiled as if nothing had happened, "I'm just wondering what's so attractive about Tokyo that you've been interested for months without dumping Gin and running away."
"I wasn't sure until I got off the plane, and it wasn't until I saw your smiling face that I had to check the box of my own incredulous suspicions," she said with a twist, "but while I was amazed, I could actually understand that no matter how hard-hearted a person is, his heart is always soft, and he can't refuse the kindness that touches it, even if he scoffed at it before, thinking that kindness is the most useless display of stupidity. ."
This was Belmode's experience.
Though it was a bit of a loss of conscience to say that about Ichijō Mirai, who had made everyone look so shocked upon entering the organization...
She paused before ignoring that rare feeling of deep guilt and smiled once more, "Forgive me for my insensitive offense, but I can be a good sport and help you get a girl, please."
'Under normal circumstances, the poor victim would never have agreed to your advances' was in the words.
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
He glanced at Belmode and spoke, "How much luggage did you bring and when will the bus arrive."
"Just two suitcases, the bus is already here, we can just leave after getting our luggage," Belmode's eyes rolled and she really had the sense to change the subject smoothly, "Should we just leave or wait for the police?"
She pondered, "The police wouldn't have prepared a car to follow us in advance, would they? Wouldn't we have to find an excuse to wait a long time on purpose?"
That's the kind-hearted member of the organization worrying about the police's capabilities.
Ichijō Mirai glanced at Belmode again, met her eyes as if nothing had happened, and politely reminded her, "The police aren't in charge of this operation, it's the teenage detective Gin mistook for a successful assassination, Kudō Shinichi."
Belmode was still acting as if nothing had happened, but the end of her eyebrows jumped uncontrollably, "Kudō Shinichi?"
She pretended to be serious in her thoughts, "No wonder you're cooperating with the police, it's for that little detective you admire."
"How do you intend to feed Rum to the little detective, bite by bite?"
The question was a veiled test: the only food on the table today was Rum, right?
He's been cooked and simmered for so long, if he's not on the table, who is!
As for those who are not roasted to enhance the flavor, such as her, such as Gin, do not need to be served, right? Haha.
Ichijō Mirai didn't answer first, as he took his time to finish picking up his suitcase before smiling, "Isn't it obvious? Turn him over to the police."
"However, to prevent him from slandering me..."
To hand over a closed-mouthed Rum.
Belmode rolled his eyes, and the idea of silencing him was at his fingertips. "When are you going to get the police to do it? A chase car crash, an accidental lab explosion, or a cruise ship malfunction would all be appropriate."
Exterminating Rum wasn't something to think about too much, in Belmode's estimation, Rum should have been buried with the gentleman when he died, and Ichijō Mirai surprised her by not just cleaning him up, but putting him in the position of leader.
But there's one thing to think about: "How many of the 30-odd members of the organization are you going to feed to the police this time? If there's only one Rum, the police won't be satisfied, right?"
Even if we put Rum and all the non-codename members on the line, we won't be able to feed the police enough, but only half a dozen.
With Gin, it's eight out of ten, and with Belmode, the police will be satisfied.
It's the same temptation: you're not going to let us at the table, are you?!
"How much?" Ichijō Mirai pondered the question for a few seconds, and said cheerfully, "Feed them the organization."
Ignoring Belmode, who was stunned for a moment, he said, "Codename members, non-codename members, insiders, outsiders, I'm going to give them all to the police, without discrimination."
Slowly adding, "Oh, except for you and Gin."
Belmode's footsteps had stopped, and she turned her head in a daze, looking at Ichijō Mirai, who was as relaxed as if he had shaken off a heavy burden, and who had been given a death warrant, but still stared in disbelief, "...what?"
Your Majesty, Your Majesty surrendered first?
The hall was close by, and the crowd was about to grow, Ichijō Mirai signaled Belmode to go, and without stopping, he said his last few words, "You understand me correctly, I'm giving up the organization, and you know very well how powerful the detective who saved your life is, don't you? The power you know before is only one tenth of his ability, there will be time for him to show his ability and rapid progress."
"He's got his eye on the organization, so I'm giving it up."
"Get in, we'll go out in groups."
He handed Belmode his suitcase and returned to his original seat, pretending he couldn't wait any longer to gather his things before picking up his umbrella and walking out.
The scattered police in the lobby had been watching Ichijō Mirai as he entered, glancing up with feigned indifference or playing with their cell phones as if they were addicted to them, until another order came over the headset and one or two of them staggered out.
This included Conan and a police officer who was temporarily disguised as his parent.
They went out under umbrellas and followed Ichijō Mirai at a short distance, the police officer looking anxious, occasionally shouting out concern for Conan's health, as if the child was unwell and had to leave in the rain in a hurry.
As soon as he left the airport, Conan, who was pretending not to read, immediately got up and looked ahead through the rear window, then turned on his cell phone.
There were several messages from Ichijō Mirai: [Rum is at the airport.]
[Operation started, destination unknown.]
There was also a message from a road near the center of the city. Conan assumed that Ichijō Mirai had analyzed the details and figured out that the car was going to pass that way, and he immediately reported it to Akai Shūichi, so that the police's tracking vehicle could stand by in advance in that vicinity.
This is where the benefits of a rainy day come into play.
Even though it was a test for the driver, the rain made it easy to follow the vehicle, as it was a blur in the distance and it was difficult to see the model and color of the vehicle 10 meters in front and behind without staring at it.
Therefore, after following for more than 20 minutes, Conan began to estimate the vigilance value of the organization's members and started to direct a shortcut.
Soon after seeing the Organization's vehicle again, and catching a glimpse of one of the police members driving and Ichijō Mirai, who was looking down and tapping his cell phone, Conan's cell phone received another tip-off, but not about a street he would be passing through, but about a company.
A software company.
Conan's brow wrinkled, he forwarded the message to Akai Shūichi, while quickly searching, and soon came up with some information: this company is a very small company, the staff is only about more than 20 people, the salary is not very good, the only benefits are that the company does not allow overtime work at the end of the day at six o'clock will be forced to liquidate the company, the company will provide medical care to employees and their families, these two things are barely satisfactory.
On the surface, it looks like a small, half-dead company, not so much connected to the organization as completely unrelated.
But there was something hidden in the details, and Conan scrutinized it, and soon discovered something amazing: the provision of medical care.
Not 'will pay for', but 'provides medical care'. What kind of medical care can a small software company provide?
It makes sense if it's a front for the organization's labs, which do provide medical care, but there's a certain probability that some experiments will be conducted on the patients while they're being treated...
If something goes wrong, the organization can easily shut the victims' mouths.
Conan's brow furrowed as he stared at his cell phone, staring at it without saying a word until it vibrated, thinking of all the ordinary people who had just wanted to live their lives, but had disappeared into the black quagmire without even calling out for help over the years of the organization's existence.
This time it was a text message from Akai Shūichi, accompanied by seven or eight photos from surveillance videos of people who had just stood up and been caught in the act.
At the top of the photos was a text edited by Akai Shūichi: [The rest of the people who went out except the police.]
Conan hurriedly looked at the men and women in the photo, pausing for a moment to look at Belmode's photo and then continuing on, finally stopping at the bottom photo.
The subject of that photo was a suspect he'd identified a short time ago after repeated observations, a man in his 30s or 40s with square incisors and an eye patch.
He got up with the same deathly look as before, and even the immobile photo showed him with a crumpled face, as if he had fallen into deep despair.
...A peripheral member who doesn't want to follow the organization's orders?
No, there's no way a peripheral member would have access to a classified mission like this.
Conan looked at him a little more closely because of this unusual behavior.
The cell phone vibrated again, a short message from Ichijō Mirai.
[Belmode + Rum, software company.]
Belmode and Rum's destination is Software.
[Gin, cruise ship.]