Conan's question involved an internal FBI secret, so Shuichi Akai and Jodie naturally wouldn't say anything.
They merely shifted their gazes and looked at their superior, James Black.
James—despite the old man's white beard, thick eyebrows, and tiny eyes—was actually the commander of this operation.
It wasn't exactly a high-ranking position, nowhere near as powerful as Bourbon.
But no matter what, he was still a frontline commander.
If there was anything that required someone to take responsibility, naturally, he had to be the one to speak.
Like stuffing business cards into an archaeological coffin.
They couldn't possibly expect their subordinates to take the blame, could they?
For that little pay, who would risk their life...
James understood that perfectly well and explained, "The day before yesterday, a doctor and a nurse from China arrived at this hospital."
"We followed them. Nothing happened on the first day—they returned directly to their hotel. But yesterday, our investigators found their movements suspicious. They even deliberately had a patient admitted to one of the wards here without going through the proper admission procedures."
"So that's how it is..." Upon hearing that explanation, Conan immediately understood what the man named Shuichi Akai had meant.
He strongly agreed with that point.
If it had been the Organization, they definitely wouldn't have been so obvious.
After all, that wasn't the Organization's usual style.
Something strange was clearly afoot.
If those two had been planted by the Organization, then the only possibility was that they were drawing the tiger away from the mountain.
While Conan and the FBI agents were talking, Mizunashi Rena, beside them, kept her eyes closed and secretly listened to their conversation.
She could not help growing anxious.
Of course, it wasn't because her CIA identity had been exposed, but because of her dear little