Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 397 Cruise Ship
Sometimes, Vermouth still understands Rum quite well, such as when she is stared at by Ichigo Mirai with a smile.

She pretended not to notice the ominous dark cloud like the shadow of the god of death hovering above her head, maintaining her blonde sweetheart persona, and greeted her exaggeratedly and enthusiastically, "Wow, dear Arthas, I didn't expect you to cooperate with the police. I thought that since you graduated from the police academy... you would never have any personal contact with the Japanese police again."

Afraid of creditors.

"Dear Vermouth," Ichijo Mirai inherited some of the enthusiasm. I say "part" because he only called me with enthusiasm, and his tone was not enthusiastic at all. "I thought you would always be happy to stuff rum or gin or others into my mouth to avoid harming yourself."

I didn't expect Vermouth to be so brave, to jump into his mouth and urged him in a deep voice, "Hurry up, eat me, now!"

He said this because Vermouth was particularly concerned about Suzuki Sonoko's expression this time.

Vermouth blinked and smiled nonchalantly, "I'm just wondering what's so attractive about Tokyo that you've been interested in it for several months and didn't get rid of Gin and run away."

"I wasn't sure before I got off the plane. It wasn't until I saw your smiling face that I had to confirm my incredible guess," she said, changing the subject. "But, while I was surprised, I actually understood that no matter how cruel a person is, their heart is always soft and they can't refuse the kindness that touches their heart, even if they scoffed at it before and thought kindness was the most useless and stupid behavior."

This is Vermouth’s summary of experience.

Although it is a bit unconscionable to say this about a future that surprised everyone as soon as it entered the organization...

She paused, then ignored the rare feeling of deep guilt and smiled again, "Please forgive my tactless offense. I can be very tactful and help you to deceive the beauty, please."

'Under normal circumstances, the poor victim would never agree to your pursuit' is filled between the lines.

A future: "."

He glanced at Vermouth and said, "How much luggage do you have? When will the car arrive?"

"There are only two boxes. The car has arrived. We can leave directly after picking up the luggage." Vermouth rolled his eyes and tactfully changed the subject. "Should we leave directly or wait for the police?"

She pondered, "Could the police have prepared a tracking car in advance? Then don't we have to find an excuse to deliberately wait for a long time?"

This is why the kind-hearted members of the organization are worried about the police's capabilities.

Ichijo Mirai glanced at Vermouth again, met her nonchalant eyes, and politely reminded, "The commander of this police operation is not the police, but the young detective who was mistakenly believed by Gin to have successfully silenced a witness. His name is Kudo Shinichi."

Vermouth remained calm, but the tail of her eyebrow twitched uncontrollably, "Kudo Shinichi?"

She pretended to think seriously, "No wonder you cooperated with the police, it turned out to be for the little detective you admired."

"How are you going to cut up the rum and feed it to the little detective?"

The question was a veiled test: The only food on the table today is rum, right?
He has been carefully prepared and simmered over low heat for so long, if he doesn’t go to the table, who will?
As for those foods that are not roasted over low heat to enhance their taste, such as her and gin, they don't need to be served, right? Haha.

Ichijo Mirai didn't answer immediately. He slowly took the suitcase and then smiled. "Isn't it obvious? Hand him over to the police."

"However, in order to prevent him from slandering and defaming me..."

To hand over a shut-mouthed rum.

Vermouth rolled his eyes, and an idea to silence the witness came to mind. "When do you plan to let the police take action? A car accident during a chase, an accidental explosion in a laboratory, or a cruise ship malfunction are all suitable."

Killing Rum is not something worth thinking too much about. In Vermouth's estimation, Rum should have been buried with that gentleman when he died. She was particularly surprised that Ichijo Future did not get rid of him but promoted him to the position of leader.

But there is one thing worth thinking about: "There are more than 30 members of the organization cooperating with the operation this time. How much do you plan to feed the police? If there is only one rum, the police will not be satisfied, right?"

Even if Rum and all the non-code members were put into action, they still couldn't satisfy all the police, only about 60% or 70% of them.

If Gin is added, eight out of ten people can be fed. If Vermouth is added, the police will be satisfied.

It’s the same test: You won’t let us sit at the table?!
"How much to feed?" Ichijo Mirai pondered the question for a few seconds, then said cheerfully and generously, "Feed the tissue to them."

He completely ignored the stunned Vermouth and said, "Code members, non-code members, inner circle members, outer circle members, I treat them all equally and hand them all over to the police."

Then he added slowly, "Oh, except you and Gin."

Vermouth had stopped walking. She turned around in a daze, looking at the future who was as relaxed as if he had thrown off a heavy bag. Even though she had obtained the death-free token, she was still stunned, "...what?"

Your Majesty, will you descend first?
The hall was close at hand, and more people were about to gather. Ichijo Mirai signaled Vermouth to hurry up, but he did not stop and said the last few words, "You did not misunderstand me. I am going to give up the organization. You should know how powerful the detective who saved you is. The power you knew before is only one tenth of his ability. In the future, he will have the opportunity to show his ability and make rapid progress."

"He targeted the organization, so I gave up the organization." "Go in, and we'll go out in batches later."

He handed the suitcase to Vermouth and returned to his original seat. He pretended that he could not wait any longer and packed his things, then picked up his umbrella and walked out.

The scattered police officers in the hall had already paid attention to Yi Tiao Wei when he entered the hall. They either pretended to look up and glanced casually, or continued to play with their mobile phones without raising their heads as if they were addicted to them, until the order came from the headset again, and then one or two people followed him out in a staggered manner.

These include Conan and a police officer who temporarily disguises himself as his parent.

They went out holding umbrellas, following a distant future. The police officer had an anxious look on his face, and from time to time he loudly asked about Conan's health, as if he was in a hurry to leave in the heavy rain because his child was not feeling well.

As soon as he left the airport, Conan, who had been pretending not to study, immediately became alert. He first looked forward through the rear window and then turned on his mobile phone.

It showed several text messages from the future: [Rum is at the airport.]

[Operation begins, destination unknown.]

There was also a piece of location information, which was a road close to the city center. Conan speculated that it was a future road and analyzed some details and figured out that the car would pass by there. He immediately reported it to Shuichi Akai to facilitate the police tracking vehicle to be on standby nearby in advance.

The benefits of heavy rain are fully reflected at this time.

Even though it is a test for the driver, in the pouring rain, places a little further away are completely blurry. Unless you stare at them closely, you can hardly see the model and color of vehicles more than ten meters ahead and behind, which makes it very easy to track.

Therefore, after following for more than twenty minutes, Conan estimated the vigilance of the organization members and began to direct them to take a shortcut.

Soon, when Conan saw the organization's vehicle again, caught a glimpse of a police officer driving and a future man pressing his phone with his head down, his phone received another report, but it was not about a point passing by the street, but a report about a company.

A software company.

Conan frowned. While forwarding the text message to Akai Shuichi, he quickly searched and soon found out some information: this company is a very small company with only about twenty people. The salary is not very good. The only welfare benefits are that the company does not allow overtime and will force employees to be laid off when they get off work at six o'clock every day, and the company will provide medical care for employees and their families. These two points are barely satisfactory.

On the surface, it looks like an ordinary, half-dead small company. It cannot be said to have any connection with the organization. It can only be said that it has nothing to do with it at all.

But some doubts are hidden in the details. Conan examined it carefully and soon discovered a shocking doubt: providing medical care.

It's not 'will provide medical expenses', but 'provide medical care'. What kind of medical care can a small software company provide?
If it is a cover for an organization's laboratory, then it makes sense. The organization's laboratory can indeed provide medical treatment, but while treating patients, there is a certain probability that some experiments will be conducted on patients...

If anything goes wrong during the experiment, the organization can easily control the victims' mouths.

Thinking about those ordinary people who just wanted to live a good life but disappeared silently in the black quagmire without even asking for help during the years of the organization's existence, Conan frowned tightly. He stared at his phone without saying a word until the phone vibrated and he barely perked up.

This time it was a text message from Shuichi Akai, and attached to the message were seven or eight photos from surveillance videos, showing several people who were captured as soon as they stood up.

At the top of the photo is a text edited by Akai Shuichi: [All those who went out except the police. ]

Conan quickly looked at the men and women above, paused for a moment at the photo of Vermouth, then continued looking, finally stopping at the photo at the bottom.

The protagonist in the photo was a suspect he had locked on after repeated observations not long ago, a man in his thirties or forties with square front teeth and an eye patch.

When he stood up, he was still the same as before, with a strong sense of death. Even in the photo that couldn't be moved, his face was droopy, as if he had fallen into deep despair.

...Are they peripheral members who are unwilling to follow the organization's orders?

No, it is impossible for peripheral members to be exposed to such confidential missions.

Because of this unique performance, Conan looked at it a few more times.

The phone vibrated again, it was a short message from the future.

【Vermouth + Rum, software company. 】

Vermouth and Rum's destination is a software company.

【Gin, cruise ship. 】

(End of this chapter)