Even he only realized that his mother and Belmode had an old one after a long time. How did this guy know?

"Don't you?"

"No." Conan shook his head, "How did you know these things?"

Kurakawa raised his eyebrows slightly, "I not only know that your mother has an old age with Belmode, but I also know that your mother can disguise."

Without talking to Conan, he continued:

"It's not difficult to know these things. We came to this conclusion based on everything you encountered after you appeared. The Edogawa Fumiyo who appeared once was disguised by your mother Kudo Yukiko?"

Although Huokawa Shun was saying something questionable, his tone was affirmative.

Conan was a little uncomfortable with this feeling, as if he was stripped naked and stood in front of the other side, his bottom was completely investigated.

"I can understand your resistance to our behavior, but it is a necessary process for your investigation. As a detective, you should understand it?"

Conan was silent for a moment, then nodded, "I can understand."

He could understand this behavior very well, after all, what their detectives did was actually similar.

Before leaving, Kamikawa, wearing a vest, solemnly instructed Conan, "We do not want other forces to participate in this matter, whether it is FBI, CIA or MI6...

Write “This is our country, not a place where foreign forces can intervene. It doesn’t matter if you have connections with people from those organizations, but some things must be distinguished!”

"I know." Conan nodded. Although he felt that the unity of various organizations could make the organization destroyed as soon as possible, he was never a teammate of the pig and would not do such things that harm others and would not benefit himself.

Seeing Zero leave, Conan didn't leave, took out his cell phone and called his mother.

...

The sun slowly moved, and traffic flowed on the road continued.

Amuro opened the white Mazda he had repaired a few days ago and stopped at the door where Belmode is now living.

An ordinary-looking man walked out of the room and opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

Since Belmode's identity was known to the Japanese police, she basically had to disguise her when she went out, which was not as convenient as before.

The car started slowly, and Belmode took out a lighter and slowly lit the cigarette between his lips.

"Since you have found Shirley's trace, what are you going to do?"

Amuro looked at her, opened the car window a little, and let the second-hand smoke drift out the window.

"This is exactly what I want to ask you. You are eager to kill Shirley. This time, she finally has her trace. As a collaborator, I naturally want to cooperate with you."

Belmode turned his head and looked at him without saying a word.

After a long time, she let out a breath of smoke into his face.

The white second-hand smoke occupied Amuro's vision. Amuro moved his head away, frowned and opened the windows, allowing fresh air outside to flow back in.

Belmode took out the cigarette box, shook it casually, and a cigarette poked out his head from the cigarette box.

"Come one?"

"I don't smoke." Toru Amuro shook his head and refused.

"Cigarettes are a very good thing to relieve stress. Don't you try it?" Belmode bit the word "pressure" very heavily, as if it was a metaphor for this.

Amuro looked like he didn't understand, with a cold look, and he didn't even look at the cigarette in her hand.

"I don't need this kind of thing."

He doesn't need this kind of thing to relieve stress, nicotine will only be addictive and corrode will.

Belmode snuffed out the cigarette that was almost burning out on his lips, then put the cigarette that poked out into his lips, and sighed: "You are really different in the organization..."

"It's just that I don't smoke, is this another way?" Amuro condensed with breathability, and the usual gentle sunlight disappeared completely.

The roller friction made a puff sound, and the flames on the lighter ignited. Belmode lit the cigarette and chuckled, "Maybe."

"But there are all kinds of people in the organization, just like water. Water droplets of different colors gather together to form a cup of pure black water. So, no matter what color of water you are, it will only be black in this cup..."

She seemed to be referring to something, but she seemed to have no meaning.

Amuro's eyes were dim and he listened to her continue.

"I don't plan to do anything to Shirley now. Whether she is alive or dead, it has nothing to do with me. If you want to do anything, don't worry about me."

Hearing her words, Amuro looked at her strangely, and even slowed down his car speed a little. "If I hadn't been sure that this was indeed you, I would have thought you had been thrown away when I heard this from you."

Although I had known that Belmode was not hostile to Shirley, I still felt a little incredible when I heard her say this.

He was increasingly confused about what this woman was thinking.

"Well..." Belmode chuckled and said something I don't know if it was a joke or something, "You can understand it as a strange sympathy between women."

Toru Amuro did not continue to go deeper on this issue. Since Belmode said it was sympathy, he should treat it as sympathy.

"Since you don't do it, I can only deal with Shirley."

"What are you going to do?"

"Sherry then returns to take the Suzuki Express train and leaves Tokyo..."

When Anmu turns the steering wheel through, the car drives into a fork.

He lowered his head slightly, his expression was covered with shadows, and only the coldness in his words showed his master's determination.

"When the time comes, I'll deal with her in the car."

Seeing Amuro's expression in such a state, Belmode raised his legs and leaned back, "Are you sure Shirley will take the Suzuki Express? Such a striking train, I think this is a guise to divert attention."

"That's why she's more likely to take the train, right? That train is an independent private room. If you want to avoid our search and try your best to leave Kanto, don't you think it's an excellent means of movement?"

Belmode gently sniffed out a sip of white smoke, "It makes sense."

"To avoid this being a guise that Shirley uses to divert our attention, I have distributed it to Gin. If Shirley does appear on the train, then I will deal with her on the train.

If Shirley wants to pretend to have a picture she got on the train and take this opportunity to leave Kanto from other places, then Gin is responsible for intercepting and solving her."

"Did he agree?" Belmode raised his eyebrows slightly, surprised by Gin's agreement.

"Why don't you agree?" Amuro asked back.

Gin put an eye beside him, and he would agree because of this. With eyes, if he doesn't take action, his eyes will also take action.

I just don’t know if he has arranged other eyes besides the exposed eyes.
Chapter completed!