in2ebook Chapter 1294 Today's detective also lost in his struggle against Goro Akechi.
Chapter 1294 Today's detective also lost in his struggle against Goro Akechi.
Chapter 1294 Today's detective also lost in the struggle against Akechi Goro.
"I don't deny that," Tang Ze said frankly. "It would be too dangerous for him to come to Beika Town. It's best to nip the danger in the bud."
Putting aside the potential danger Rum himself might pose after learning the intelligence, just the madness that this guy, who now controls so many of the organization's resources, would unleash under the influence of greed once he discovers the possibility of realizing cognitive lexicology is enough to give anyone a run for their money.
Tang Ze has now made two preparations.
Try using plana first; it's best if you can eliminate it physically.
All fear stems from insufficient firepower. If we can eliminate Rum directly through strategy, then there's really nothing to fear.
If that doesn't work, then Tang Ze already has a well-thought-out plan B: if he can't eliminate them physically, he'll eliminate them psychologically. The Phantom Thief of My Heart's gun is not without its advantages.
Without Curaçao and Binga, and with Bourbon almost on the opposing side, the difficulty of conquering Rum's Temple will be greatly reduced. The only challenge will shift to Rum's true personal information.
His real name, his residence or workplace, or even the safe zone he identifies with in his heart—if this information can be found, Rum's downfall will be imminent.
"Sounds very confident." Amuro Tooru scooped out the pasta and drained it, glancing sideways at Tang Ze's expression. "Aren't you considering the consequences if something really happens to Rum?"
Regardless of Rum's popularity within the organization or how unpopular he may be, Rum is currently the organization's second-in-command, and in the absence of the top leader, he is the supreme leader.
If he falls, it will have a different meaning than the death of a code name member; it could very likely provoke a retaliatory attack from the organization at any cost.
When the time comes, these disloyal undercover agents will likely be the first to be eliminated, especially him, the new generation who is challenging Rum.
Amuro Tooru's original plan was to take advantage of the fact that Rum was temporarily without any major generals under his command, to devour Rum's connections and power as much as possible, and to completely raise the banner of power struggle.
Even if he goes too far and kills or injures Rum, the damage is done. The boss can't just leave a werewolf who's been competing for the job unused and go looking for someone else to replace Rum.
This approach also has its risks; the difficulty for an undercover agent to become the enemy's second-in-command is self-evident.
However, this approach can reasonably disguise the hostility towards Rum, making it clear that being attacked by an external enemy is different from internal strife among one's own people, and it is less likely to provoke a strong reaction from the organization.
He had assumed that Tang Ze thought the same way and that Tang Ze had been working towards this goal, but now, looking at Tang Ze's preparations, it seemed that this was not the case.
"Don't worry, you're Plan C." Tang Ze nodded seriously. "If we accidentally fail to kill Rum, I'll let you know."
"—Would it have been too late to notify them then? Hey, don't complicate things too much."
"How could it be too late? Don't worry, it won't disrupt your rhythm. Everyone will fight their own battles, so there won't be any friendly fire."
"After all that beating around the bush, you still haven't explained your intentions—never mind."
Amuro Tooru temporarily gave up asking questions, whether he really didn't intend to delve deeper or was thinking of trying to get information from those acquaintances. Tang Ze's curry was finally ready to be served.
Hoshikawa Teru, feeling as if granted a pardon, pushed the diced and shredded food on the cutting board over, picked up the plate, and left the kitchen without looking back.
The topic being discussed is a bit too scary. If I hear too much about it, I'll be even more afraid to go to the firm or come to Polo. It's better not to know.
The detectives, who had been busy all day in the booth, had begun discussing the concert.
"Oh, this concert hall? I remember it's quite prestigious. That crazy girl made a name for herself with it." Kogoro Mouri exclaimed after his daughter finished telling him the details of the concert that Sonoko Suzuki had invited him to.
"Dad, have you heard of the Domoto Concert Hall? I thought you didn't care about these things." Ran Mouri looked at her father and winked at Shinichi Kudo.
If it's a major event that Kogoro Mouri would be interested in, then he basically plans to invite Eri Kisaki to go with him.
In that case, even if there are many people coming together, Kogoro Mouri won't be too focused on messing with Shinichi Kudo and Conan.
"Of course I've heard of him. Domoto Kazuki is such a famous musician, I have some common sense, okay?" Kogoro Mouri waved his hand dismissively. "His concert hall is sponsored by the Suzuki Foundation, isn't it?"
"Yes, Sonoko's family is an expert in this area. Mr. Domoto Kazuki spent a fortune building this concert hall, so it needs professionals to handle these matters." Ran Mouri nodded. "However, Sonoko was able to get tickets this time not just because of the conglomerate."
Different art circles may not be closely connected due to their respective circles, but they can still be considered colleagues in a broad sense. Salon owners and wealthy collectors like Sonoko Suzuki are very welcome to artists from all walks of life.
The opening ceremony of the Domoto Concert Hall was a large-scale event, and tickets were in high demand. Even as a relative of the Suzuki Group, it wasn't easy to get as many tickets as one wanted; Sonoko Suzuki's current reputation played a significant role.
"That's true. Domoto Kazuki is a legendary musician." Kogoro Mouri, unusually, didn't disagree. "He didn't just fund the construction of the concert hall; he also founded the Domoto Music Academy. He's a true artist who promotes classical and jazz music. He's been a renowned pianist for decades, but two years ago he suddenly announced his decision to give up the piano and dedicate himself to playing the organ. This concert hall was probably built to house the organ."
Although the pipe organ is a type of keyboard instrument, it has a long history, a special status, and, more importantly, occupies a considerable amount of space.
It requires the construction of sound tubes, stops, and corresponding bellows, as well as consideration of the different uses of reeds and whistles, and the influence of sound field and other factors. In order to enrich the performance of the pipe organ, it is often necessary to build an entire concert hall to support it.
Even disregarding the building itself, the cost of the pipe organ alone would be over 100 million yen, and that's without considering the needs of musicians, high-end customization, and the complexity of its design.
It can be said that this concert hall exists solely for Domoto Kazuki to play the pipe organ. According to their statements to the media, more than 5,000 pipes were installed, without mentioning the price, and the installation took several months.
With such an expensive instrument, requiring maintenance and upkeep, and only a few opportunities to perform it throughout the year, the cost of this concert is truly staggering.
"Only wealthy musicians can afford this kind of thing," Hattori Heiji concluded. "It seems that Mr. Domoto Ikki's income is truly considerable."
"It's not just considerable, it's on the level of immense wealth," Shinichi Kudo corrected. "Even those electronic pipe organs used for learning to imitate sound are worth several million yen. They're the king of instruments. Even with the Suzuki Foundation spending a lot of money, they're still very expensive."
Even establishing a music academy can recoup its costs eventually. Leaving aside tuition fees and such, this was originally a necessity for artists like Domoto Ikki, who already had their own orchestras, to replenish their talent pool and pass on their mantle.
Concert halls are different; if an individual builds one for commercial purposes, they're purely aiming to lose money.
"If you put it that way, I'm starting to get interested." Hattori Heiji did a quick calculation and couldn't help but gasp. "Whether we understand it or not, it feels like this concert will be worth it."
"That's not all. The Domoto Concert Hall is expected to hold close to 2000 people. It's a theater-style structure with a meticulously designed acoustic model, so the soundproofing is excellent. Whatever you're performing, it will be quite grand," Ran Mouri added. "If you're not in a hurry to get back to Osaka, you can come along."
Kazuha Toyama pondered for a moment, and was about to express his interest when he saw the curry rice that Teru Hoshikawa had placed in front of him, and he hesitated again.
Well, it's not that she didn't want to include Tang Ze in the fun, but seeing the amazing achievements Tang Ze, Hattori, and even Kudo together had, and thinking about the 2000-person concert, she started to have second thoughts.
A holiday is only a holiday when you're lying at home and don't have to worry about anything. I'd rather not have a holiday experience that involves thrills, excitement, or wandering.
"That's true, but just listening to a concert can be a bit boring—cough! cough cough!" Hattori Heiji said, scooping up a spoonful of curry rice and stuffing it into his mouth. The next second, he clutched his throat and coughed violently. "This,
What is this cough cough? Water, water—
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"I told you not to order extra spicy." Kogoro Mouri turned a page of the newspaper, seemingly unfazed.
When he overestimated his abilities, he even tried to learn how to make authentic Mapo Tofu from Tang Ze without any modifications, which ultimately led to his downfall.
Is it delicious? Yes, it is. The rich, oily Mapo Tofu exudes an overpowering aroma just by sitting there. The intense wok hei (wok aroma) is so powerful that it gives you the illusion that the dish is glowing.
The problem is that this time, a whole table of people were eating a single dish with tears streaming down their faces, making it look like a banquet, which was really not very elegant.
After that experience, he gained a deep understanding of Tang Ze's interpretation of the flavor of spiciness.
If someone dares to ask for extra spice in Tang Ze's curry, they're really courting death.
"If you're bored, why don't you come along and solve some cases?" Hoshikawa Teru, anticipating this, shoved a glass of ice water into Hattori Heiji's hand, avoiding his cough. "There have been several accidents at the concert hall during rehearsals and auditions. Ms. Suzuki contacted me, hoping I would investigate, but I had other important cases to handle at the time, so I didn't go."
"An accident? Concert hall rehearsal, cough cough, what, what kind of accident could there be?" Hattori Heiji, his face flushed red from coughing, managed to ask the question with bravado.
"It'll explode," Hoshikawa Teru said casually.
"Huh? An explosion?!"
"To be more precise, the explosion actually occurred at the Domoto Music Academy, which is right next door. At the time, several musicians who were preparing to participate in this concert were rehearsing the repertoire in the practice room, but then—" Ran Mouri looked regretful.
"Were there any casualties?"
"Yes, two dead and one injured. They were all originally scheduled to perform at the concert—"
"Uh, could it be something like this, where someone is so desperate to get a chance to participate in the concert that they're willing to kill others just to get there?" Hearing this, Toyama Kazuha, who was already suspicious, became even more determined to back out.
The concert hasn't even started yet and they've already been killed and injured. If they actually went to participate, wouldn't the concert hall be blown up on the spot?
"We don't know yet. But the police are definitely considering that possibility." Ran Mouri said, half explaining and half sighing, "Recently, when they went to the concert hall for rehearsals, the police were always there checking things."
That was, after all, a grand ceremony for the completion of a project that cost a huge amount of money, with thousands of people, all of whom were social celebrities.
It's impossible for Domoto Kazuki, who has spent so much money and energy, to give up his concert. All the police can do is step up security checks and investigate the musicians who participated in the rehearsals.
"In other words, if the criminal really wanted to take the place of the deceased on stage, he could very well succeed?"
If you can't handle spicy food, then forget it —
Kazuha Toyama raised her hand to pat Heiji Hattori's back as he coughed, but when she turned her head, she found that the guy had started eating again, sweating profusely and with a flushed face. It was hard to tell whether he was eating or being tortured.
"No, it is indeed a bit spicy, but it tastes quite unique and rather satisfying." Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Hattori Heiji said seriously, picking up a new spoon and handing it to Toyama Kazuha. "You should try it too, it's really delicious!"
Not only Toyama Kazuha, Hattori Heiji also enthusiastically recommended it to everyone at the table.
It was impossible to tell whether he was genuinely recommending it or deliberately trying to scam people. Everyone looked at the steaming hot curry rice with suspicion, unsure whether to refuse.
So when Tang Ze came out carrying a tray with the pasta that Amuro Tooru had painstakingly prepared, the people in the booth were already lying all over the table, either frantically drinking water and fanning themselves or clutching their throats and gasping for breath. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought that the Black Organization had attacked and poisoned the Red Team and wiped them out.
Only Hattori Heiji and Hoshikawa Teru, who were being stared at with horrified eyes, remained sitting properly.
"Why are you alright? You didn't use some kind of trick, pretending to eat and then throwing it away, did you? No, could it be—"
Heiji Hattori's thoughts began to wander towards the idea that the Black Organization's training or modifications had rendered people devoid of even the basic sense of pain, while someone who had genuinely trained to eat spicy food for a month because of Tang Ze's ambiguous threat, and was now completely fearless, looked completely nonchalant.
"Is it very spicy? But you're right, it's quite unique. How about we change it?"
"Varied-
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Today's detective also lost in his struggle against Goro Akechi. As for why he fought and how he lost, don't worry about that.
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