Conan's Organization No. 3

A large glowing screen hangs high in front of the interior of the room, with only a figure sitting on the sofa hidden in the dark room.

In front of the large glowing screen, a figure stood quietly in the room, bowing his head respectfully, holding the situation to the figure hidden in the darkness on the screen.

"So, she still insists on saving her sister?"

A slightly hoarse, obviously mechanically synthesized figure emanated from the big screen, echoing in the empty, dark room.

"Yes!"

The tone was cold and indifferent, mixed with a hint of unhappiness.

The figure in the center of the screen glanced at him in surprise. He didn't expect that the woman would have such a great influence on him, but thinking of this man who had followed him since childhood, he couldn't help but sighed and continued,

"According to your plan, let Bingjiu supervise it. Of course, don't let Jinjiu know about this plan. After all, this plan is worth as few people as possible."

"Understood, sir!"

The man replied respectfully, along with the light of the screen, the strands of crystal-white silver hair were clearly visible.

Seeing the somewhat guilty face of the silver-haired man, the person on the screen couldn't help but sigh, and comfortably said,

"Don't feel guilty, after all, this plan is another trump card of the organization."

"But," the silver-haired man hesitated for a moment, then said respectfully and coldly,

"Because of my personal reasons, I asked Mr. to change the original plan, and please punish him."

"Oh, you kid, really. Wait—"

"boom!"

Before the person on the screen stopped him, the silver-haired man had already taken out a pitch-black pistol and fired a shot in his left arm. Sparks collided and splashed.

"Drip drip..."

Bright red blood dripped from the silver-haired man's left arm, dripping onto the cold ground.

However, the silver-haired man's face was still as cold as ever, as if his arms were not bleeding, and the trace of guilt in his eyes slowly dissipated, returning to his original firmness.

Seeing the situation of the silver-haired man, the person on the screen sighed and didn't say anything on purpose. He knew that this boy was too loyal to him.

Therefore, the people on the screen had to pretend to be cold and say,

"In this case, Belmore will have a laying task in the near future, and it is very likely that he will come into contact with Shuichi Akai. Go and help, be sure to complete the task."

"Yes, sir!"

The silver-haired man nodded vigorously, his expression extremely firm.

...

Belmod leaned against the wall of the corridor, staring at the door of the room with interest.

And when the door of the room opened slowly, a silver-haired boy with a cold expression walked out slowly, blood dripping from his left arm, falling to the ground drop by drop.

Seeing this scene, there was a hint of surprise in Belmod's pretty eyes that could not be concealed.

Gulangon didn't seem to notice her, passed by Belmod in peace, and disappeared on the other side of the corridor.

Looking at the direction Gulangong was leaving, an obscure light flashed in Belmod's beautiful eyes, and an inexplicable worry flashed in the depths of his eyes.

...

After Monday passed, Bai Di's life returned to the ordinary campus life.

I go to school with Xiaolan, Yuanzi and others on time every day, study hard in get out of class, and spend the time after class on music-related aspects, constantly supplementing all kinds of music-related knowledge.

Of course, every afternoon, Bai Di would come to the rooftop on time and play the piano.

With the gradual increase of school time, Bai Di will not be stuck in the class like he did when he came to Didan High School on the first day.

In addition to receiving a lot of love letters every day, Bai Di also has things like love lunch boxes. When he was surrounded by a group of girls after class, he finally slowly became like an ordinary student.

However, it turns out that by staying with Kogoro Maori every day, Emperor Bai has encountered several cases, and today, it seems to be no exception.

Poirot coffee shop.

"Coffee here."

Bai Di took a plate from the counter, walked to the table where Mouri Kogoro, Xiao Lan, and Conan were sitting, and brought the freshly brewed coffee to the three of them one by one.

Looking at the mellow coffee in front of them, Mouri Kogoro and the three were not surprised. After all, they could drink coffee brewed by the defeated enemy every day, so they were not as surprised as they were when they just drank it a few days ago.

However, Baidi only makes coffee for the people around him, as for other people who come to the store, they have no conditions to enjoy it.

However, Mouri Kogoro didn't chat with Bai Di and the others as usual, but his face was a little ugly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Bai Di sat beside Xiaolan and asked inexplicably,

"What's wrong with Uncle Maori today, with a frowning face?"

Xiaolan smiled lightly, glanced at her father, and explained to Emperor Bai,

"Because Dad received a strange letter this morning."

"Strange letter?" Bai Di couldn't help but look at Xiaolan and guessed softly, "It should be related to the case."

Xiaolan nodded and said,