[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

"Good night, beautiful lady, may I have the honor to treat you to a drink?"

Vermouth, wearing a beautiful disguise that had nothing to do with her true appearance, sat alone in the corner of the bar, waiting for the umpteenth person to approach her tonight.

She raised her head, and a man with long golden brown hair and a jet-black tuxedo appeared behind her, asking politely.

Vermouth curled her lips, looked up and down at the long-haired man with an outstanding appearance in front of her, and said in a lazy tone with a little tipsy: "I don't drink ordinary wine."

Ruomu Liang, who was wearing the skin of a professor, snapped his fingers and called the bartender.

"Mix a glass of Silver Bullet for this lady."

The smiling expression on Vermouth's face did not change at all, and her eyes still looked hazy and moist, but the slight drunkenness on her body disappeared in an instant.

"Silver Bullet?"

Vermouth's English accent is not as bad as most Japanese people's. On the contrary, the pure London accent sounds particularly sexy and seductive.

"I think you should like another way to drink gin." Ruo Muliang glanced at the martini next to Vermouth, and seemed to be simply talking about the cocktail recipe, but also seemed to have a hint.

One of the base liquors of Martini is gin, and the same is true for Silver Bullet.

The bartender quickly brought the prepared cocktail to Vermouth, and after accepting the tip from Ruo Muliang, he wisely made room for this pair of high-value combinations.

Sister Bei turned the high-heeled glass in her hand and looked at the silver-blue liquor in the glass.

"There is more than just gin in Martini."

Ruo Muliang sat next to Sister Bei, smiling and approaching to a slightly ambiguous but not offensive distance.

"But the silver bullet is more suitable for you, ma'am.

In ancient European folklore, the silver bullet is often portrayed as the nemesis of supernatural creatures such as werewolves, vampires, and witches."

Vermouth raised an eyebrow, "So are you a demon hunter?"

"No," Ruomu Liang relied on the professor's appearance as a mature man close to 30 years old, and he would not always be complained about as a little devil, which was a great flirtation.

"I am just an ordinary person captured by the witch of the night. Your beauty is even more seductive than the witch's potion in the legend."

Vermouth covered her mouth, seemingly flattered by this sweet talk, and smiled very happily.

In fact, her slightly narrowed eyes were full of cold light.

A strange man suddenly ran in front of her and mentioned the silver bullet and gin one after another. Vermouth, who has been in the business for so many years, did not think it was a simple coincidence at all.

Vermouth didn't drink the silver bullet, but drank the martini she had originally chosen, and stood up and left the seat at the bar.

On the seat, whether intentionally or unintentionally, a hotel room card was left.

The bartender who came to clean up the cups also saw the room card and gave Ruo Muliang a look that all men understand.

Ruo Muliang picked up the room card and poked open the live broadcast room of Sister Bei. Not surprisingly, he found that Vermouth had returned to the room and loaded the pistol.

Tsk tsk tsk, judging from this posture, it will be a pleasant night today.

Ruo Muliang calmly followed the sign on the room card and found the hotel where Sister Bei stayed, and walked slowly towards the room on the top floor.

Thanks to the played white horse detective and the shaved Conan, these two contributed a lot of emotional value to him in the dusk annex, so Ruo Muliang pointed out a lot of new skills.

Oh, but these are not the point, the point is what Sister Bei looks like when she turns into a small animal.

Ruomu Liang opened the live broadcast room of Belmode, and saw the Thousand-Faced Witch connected to the monitor she had temporarily thrown in the corridor through her mobile phone to observe his movements.

After confirming that Ruomu Liang had arrived at her door, Sister Bei took out the pistol with a silencer and hid behind the door vigilantly.

Ruomu Liang knocked on the door politely, and a trace of electric arc was released from his fingertips, which directly electrocuted the monitor that Belmode had set up before into a ball of mush.

The mobile phone connected to the monitor instantly went black.

At the moment when Belmode was distracted, Ruomu Liang directly teleported into the room and appeared behind Belmode, and then a ball of black light floated towards Sister Bei's body.

Belmode's eyes went dark and she fainted directly.

Ruomu Liang reached out and grabbed Belmode's slowly falling body, and wove her by the wayA dream.

In the dream, there was no problem with Belmode's surveillance. She opened the door, put the long-haired man who was chatting her up into the room and subdued him. After injecting some truth serum, she used some torture methods, but she didn't get any useful information from the long-haired man.

It seemed that this man really just accidentally danced repeatedly in Sister Bay's minefield while chatting her up.

In the dream, Belmode shot the long-haired man with one shot, cleaned up the body and the scene, and then calmly applied a mask and went to sleep.

- In this way, if Sister Bay happens to run into him using the professor vest to make trouble one day in the future, she should also refresh her emotional value.

After all, the person who was killed by her own hands appeared in front of her alive and kicking again, and anyone would be surprised.

Today's things have not been finished yet, and Ruo Muliang has already unilaterally arranged the scene of the next meeting.

He put the unconscious Belmode on the bed, took out his cell phone, asked Moran to clear all the surveillance that might have captured him on the way from the bar to the hotel, and then threw a Transfiguration spell on Belmode.

It was... a golden python.

On the pure black bed sheet, the golden python coiled several times, its tail hanging down along the edge of the bed, and its fine scales seemed to glow faintly under the light.

As expected of a beauty snake, the animal form is still beautiful.

Although it is not fluffy, this makes Ruo Muliang a little disappointed.

He reached out and pressed the head of the golden python, pulled out a large ball of cotton-like pure white memory, closed his eyes, and started to look for the information he wanted.

Half an hour later, Ruo Muliang stuffed the ball of memory back into Belmode's brain and pressed his forehead, which was slightly throbbing.

I jokingly complained before that the Red Magic Stone was played like the Philosopher's Stone by Karasuma Renya and Koizumi Ayako. It turns out that this was their original idea.

40 years ago, on the day when Halley's Comet passed through the sky, Koizumi Ayako used the magic circle that had been arranged in advance to harvest and sacrifice the greedy souls in the annex, and forcibly refined the Red Magic Stone into a semi-finished Philosopher's Stone, forcing Karasuma Renya, who was 100 years old at the time, to continue.

It is easy to understand why Karasuma Renya discovered him at the speed of light that day.

The semi-finished Philosopher's Stone and Karasuma Renya are completely and thoroughly bound together, and without the witch's charging, the Philosopher's Stone is in a state of hunger all year round.

Karasuma Renya would use various means to temporarily transfer the ownership of the Twilight Annex every once in a while - yes, although 40 years have passed and the Twilight Annex has changed hands several times, in fact, its real owner has always been Karasuma Renya.

He used the treasure as bait to attract those greedy people to come and hunt for treasure. Then he used the magic circle that Koizumi Ayako left in the Twilight Annex that year, and used the flesh and souls of these treasure hunters as tribute, and barely found some food for the semi-finished Philosopher's Stone.

After being hungry for more than 40 years, he finally had a full meal, so how could he not react quickly?

It's no wonder that the boss is extremely relieved about Sangria. After all, the real witches were all brainwashed by his brainwashing methods, and in the eyes of the boss, Wakamu Ryo is just a child with some talent but never exposed to supernatural powers. He knows his life trajectory very well, so it is difficult for Karasuma Renya to be too wary of him.

Wakamu Ryo stroked the sleeping golden python on the bed. The cool scales of the python felt quite good to the touch, and connected all the known clues at present.

After Koizumi Ayako died, Karasuma Renya was naturally unwilling to give up the longevity that was within his reach. However, Karasuma Renya, who had lost the means of contact with the magic world, turned around and made several other preparations.

For example, he recruited software programming geniuses. If his body could not hold up after a long wait, Karasuma Renya would start the backup plan of consciousness digitization and freeze his body until the time was right.

For example, he saved a small sample of the magical liquid in the Philosopher's Stone and set up a research laboratory to try to replicate this miracle with scientific means - APTX, which kept Vermouth young and shrunk Conan and Shirley into elementary school students, was improved based on this sample research.

For example, after Sangria made a smart phone, he was so crazy that he simply laid a super-large magic circle on the entire Neon land in the name of building a signal base station, preparing to refine a piece of land on the island country's one acre and three points of land when Halley's Comet hits the earth next time, and upgrade the semi-finished Philosopher's Stone in his hand.

In short, onlyThere are things that others can't think of, but there is nothing that Karasuma Renya can't do.

Ruo Mu Liang pulled the python's tail, smiled at the golden python that had no ability to resist on the big bed, then unfolded the coiled body of Vermouth and tied a knot.

Those who thought there were paid content could take a break, after all, his surname was not Xu.

After completing this little prank, Ruo Mu Liang clapped his hands, cleaned up the traces in the room, and turned around to leave the room.