Conan: The Mechanic

Just then, Gregory's cell phone rang.

"Hello?" Gregory raised his eyebrows after glanced at the phone number, and answered the phone with a little doubt. "What's wrong?"

After a while, Gregory's gaze turned to Chiba. "I don't know about it, and I may still need him now."

"???" Qianyu was a little stunned, because Gregory was obviously talking to someone about something related to him.

"Tomorrow morning?" Gregory frowned slightly. "Forget it, then leave these things to you to handle..."

After a few seconds, Gregory's expression suddenly became very subtle. "You...that's it...well, then we'll go back soon."

After hanging up the phone, Gregory took out a small bag from his pocket and put the mahjong tiles in it. "Call the local police to deal with these matters and we're ready to go back - the body and the car they want, but the important evidence needs to be brought back to the Metropolitan Police."

……

"What happened?" Twenty minutes later, sitting in the car back to Tokyo, Chiba asked Gregory.

"Did you not tell me that you were invited by the big man above?" Gregory spread his hands. "The manager Matsumoto called me just now and asked me if I took you out - he said he invited you to take notes, but he couldn't wait for you, and then he realized that you were taken away by me."

"Manager Matsumoto?" Qianyu raised her eyebrows. "You mean Mr. Matsumoto Kiyocho?"

Matsumoto Kiyotaka... If his memory is correct, his job should be the manager of the first search section, which is equivalent to the top leader of the first search section. It's not a problem to have Mumu summon him for him... But the problem is What is he looking for himself for?

"By the way, he has gone home now, so there is no way to inquire with you." Gregory said again. "But there will be a meeting of the Metropolitan Police Department on the case tomorrow at 10 am, so the police from the jurisdictions involved in the case will come at that time. Matsumoto hopes that you will be able to listen to the CCTV in the adjacent room by then. , and then he will take notes with you on issues related to the case after the meeting."

"Ten o'clock tomorrow morning?" Qian Yu frowned. "We still have class—forget it, anyway, after the exam, there shouldn't be anything to talk about... I will ask the teacher for leave."

……

10:20 in the evening, Rice Flower Central Hospital.

Gregory, who was wearing a full set of chemical protective suits that had just been washed from the shower and was still wet, walked out of the autopsy room, where the lights had just been turned off, and returned to the preparation room - in order to maximize preservation. The corpse was intact, the entire coroner was in a low temperature environment, and the corpse was also soaked in a large amount of formalin solution, so he needed a full set of chemical protective suits and a thermal gear to ensure his safety.

"Are you really busy? Mr. Gregory Asker." Just as Gregory was about to turn on the lights in the preparation room, a voice from the darkness made Gregory stop and look at the voice where it came from.

"You are—" Gregory's eyes paused in the darkness for a moment, then relaxed. "It's you, why are you here?"

"How do you know it's mine?" The voice suddenly changed, and a new voice appeared.

"My chemical protective suit is a rather complicated handicraft, with more functions than you can imagine." Gregory seemed to have no visual impairment in the dark, and went straight to the light switch, ready to turn on the light. "Otherwise, it is very likely that you will not be able to see the truth."

"Forget it, since you and I can both see it, there's no need to turn on the lights, right?" the voice on the opposite side advised him. "I also wear night vision goggles."

"Then you'd better take it off," Gregory said, unzipping the suit. "I'm not going to be wearing this **** hot thermal vest and this rather bulky chemical suit all the time, so sooner or later I'll have to turn on the lights."

"Okay," the voice opposite seemed to have a wry smile. "Then go ahead, anyway, there is no one around here, and we probably won't be seen."

About ten seconds later, Gregory, who had completely broken free from his protective clothing and thermal gear, turned on the light and looked at the owner of the voice.

Matsumoto Kiyocho was sitting on the table, looking at him.

"what happened?"

"Do you still remember the third corpse sent in the Mahjong Tile series of crimes?" Matsumoto Kiyocho asked. "Masaki Okakura, the secretary and housekeeper of Senator Nagisa of Ashikaga City, Tochigi Prefecture, was killed while on vacation in Saitama Prefecture."

"Remember," Gregory nodded. "What's wrong?"

"According to the clues provided by his relatives, his amulet bag was taken away," Matsumoto said solemnly. "There's a list of organized lurkers in there."

"Your lurking personnel list?" Gregory frowned. "Wait a minute, is that guy the leader of those lurkers?"

"Of course not," Matsumoto Kiyotaka's face was gloomy. "It's just that the guy probably made some kind of deal with a guy who was already dead~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and got a list with the names of some of the lurkers."

"Looking at your tone, it doesn't look like he was killed by your people," Gregory raised his eyebrows. "When have you been so weak that you can't even do something like assassination?"

"We originally planned to start," Matsumoto Kiyocho shook his head. "But we seemed to be spending too much time in the planning stage, and we ended up being snatched up by some junior who took just what we needed - the list in a talisman bag."

"So you need me to help you get the list back during the physical evidence inspection?" Gregory asked. "Tell me, in what form does the list exist?"

"A USB stick that can hold 256KB files," Matsumoto said. "The shell is pale blue."

"Understood," Gregory nodded. "So, do you have anything to fund my research? The extra kind."

"I'm afraid this isn't there yet," Matsumoto Kiyocho shook his head. "But if you need any resources, you should be able to reach out to the organization, and the operations team will be happy to get you what you need."

"The two AIDS patients must be of Nordic descent," Gregory said. "By the way, where is the real Matsumoto manager you replaced?"

"He is an important sacrifice to commit sins, and of course he is alive and well." Matsumoto Kiyocho spread his hands. "Let's leave that aside, by the way, if necessary, you can act with your little assistant - he's his own in a sense, and he'll help as much as he can, as long as it doesn't make him too hard. You come to achieve your goals."

"I know about this, you don't need to tell me." Gregory turned around the cane he just picked up from the table and said lightly.