[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

Inspector Megure, whose belly was spared, commanded his men to take Minoru Fukase and his girlfriend away separately, while the white-collar worker disguised as Sister Bei took advantage of the chaos at the scene and blended into the crowd smoothly and disappeared.

Conan looked at the unharmed Ryo Wakaki, and then looked at the direction where Sister Bei left. After hesitating for a moment, he chose to chase Vermouth, who represented a lot of clues.

Godmother is still more fragrant, right, Conan?

Ryo Wakaki smiled at Conan's back as he left, thinking that next time he went to visit the Mori Detective Agency, he could bring Jingguang's dark cuisine research experience to Xiaolan.

Yamato Gansuke picked up his crutches, stopped for a moment in front of a pillar that was hit by a nuclear bomb, and then stared at a dagger that had been put into the evidence bag by Officer Takagi.

Although most of his attention was on Minoru Fukase, who was holding a hostage, it did not mean that he did not notice Ryo Wakaki who was stabbed in the back twice in a row.

"How did you live so long?"

Wakagi Ryo gave a sad smile that everyone understood, and silently changed the subject.

"Brother Ganzhu and Sister Yui came to Tokyo this time specifically for the recent particularly arrogant serial killer? Where is Brother Gao Ming?"

"Yes."

Yamato Ganzhu nodded, "He killed 6 people in Nagano, Saitama, Shizuoka, Gunma, Tokyo and Kanagawa. Especially since the third case, the criminal would set off giant countdown fireworks next to the corpses to provoke the police.

The current public opinion is very unfavorable to the Metropolitan Police Department, so police officers from all over the country have been dispatched to Tokyo to find the murderer in the shortest possible time.

As for Gao Ming, he is still investigating the follow-up of that incident."

Wakagi Ryo, who blatantly set off fireworks to provoke the police, nodded, and his eyes drifted to Fukase Minoru who was taken away.

"But the suspect who was knocked unconscious should not be the murderer you are looking for. His right shoulder seems to be seriously injured."

Yamato Gansuke responded expressionlessly and took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket. Uehara Yui beside him coughed, and Yamato Gansuke's hand froze slightly, and then silently put the cigarette back.

"The first victim of this case, Jinno Shuhei, was seriously injured by Fukase Minoru a year ago. I thought we could find a breakthrough in him.

But a person with a right shoulder injury obviously can't swing a knife to kill people, and Fukase Minoru is not a left-handed person.

Now it seems that things are back to the starting point."

Wakagi Ryo comforted Yamato Gansuke without sincerity, picked up the full shopping bag and waved goodbye to them.

"By the way, if the case is solved, come to my house for dinner when you have time, and invite Brother Gao Ming to join you."

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Mihua Comprehensive Shopping Mall, underground garage

Conan followed Sister Bayonet's footsteps to the parking lot on the -1 floor, and had a touching mother-son reunion (crossed out)

Vermouth crossed her arms and smiled slightly: "I didn't expect you could recognize me dressed like this."

Conan put his hands behind his back and quietly opened the cover of the watch-shaped anesthetic needle.

Although from the situation of the confrontation at the dock not long ago, Vermouth did not seem to have any intention of killing him, but facing the members of that dangerous organization, he should still be on guard.

"Your trouser leg at your right ankle is obviously bulging more than the other side. You must have hidden a pistol, right?"

"In addition, there is a cut on the left side of your cheek by a knife, but there is no bleeding."

Vermouth subconsciously touched the disguise material on her face and found that there was indeed a shallow cut, so she could only tear off her face helplessly.

"It seems that I have to make a mask that bleeds next time."

Conan glanced at the torn mask and quickly compared the disguise skills of Vermouth and his mother in his mind.

"You deliberately let yourself be taken hostage, probably because you wanted to get out of the police's surveillance and reverse the situation with a pistol. But judging from that person's level, I guess this gun is probably useless."

Sister Bayonetta seemed calm on the surface: "I didn't expect to get your praise."

In fact, in her heart: ヾ(^Д^*)/Great, my godson praised me~

Conan took a deep breath and asked the most critical question of the day.

"Why do people in your organization want to investigate this murder case?"

Vermouth answered every question without hesitation.

"Because of NOC."

That is, non-official undercover.

Conan's expression changed slightly, "In other words, one of the victims of this serial case is a member of the organization disguised as an ordinary person?!"

"That's right."

"You are really aDare to ask, dare to say it~"

In the dark underground garage, there came a terrifying voice that Conan would never forget in his dreams.

Conan:!!!

Sangria?!

Damn, two or even more code members were dispatched in succession. The dead undercover must have extremely important information!

Wakamu Ryo, wearing a baby-faced disguise, grabbed the roof of Sister Bayonetta's car, smiled and greeted the two people present, and then condemned them with a disapproving look for telling everything. Vermouth.

Can't you be considerate of a hard worker who has white hair at such a young age?

Don't turn a good dark tracker into a nightmare prequel to Gin.

Vermouth obviously couldn't read the long speech that Wakamura Ryo wanted to express from his eyes, but with other people present, she couldn't openly narrate Ireland's plan from beginning to end.

Wakamura Ryo: "Don't reveal the topic too much, otherwise you might as well just tell him where the boss's hometown is."

Vermouth: ...

Conan: ? ? ?

Is this something you can say?

Vermouth turned to look at Conan, "Well, it seems that you can only investigate the rest yourself."

Wakamura Ryo: "After talking to your dear little boy, let's go. "

After saying that, Ruomu Liang very naturally stretched out his hand to open the passenger door, then bent down and got into Vermouth's car.

Vermouth: ...

You kid, on the surface, you came to warn me not to reveal too much information to Conan, but in fact, you just want to find a free driver to take a ride, right?

It's okay to find a free driver, but why do you have to emphasize "dear little boy" in front of my godson?

Thinking of Conan's expression when he looked at the copper-refining pervert, Vermouth wanted to kick the pervert on the passenger seat The wicked baby-faced man kicked the car out.

Who on earth led this child astray?

Gin or vodka?

Oh, no, vodka probably doesn't have the guts.

Sister Bei stepped on the accelerator and drove away from the Mihua Comprehensive Shopping Mall, observing Ruomu Liang in the passenger seat from the corner of her eyes.

After the latter got in the car, he took out an oversized shopping bag from somewhere and was rummaging through the shopping bag to find snacks.

"You should have completed all the tasks in this operation. ”

So why do you want to continue to get involved?

“Because I want to help my dear Ms. Wynyard~”

Ruo Mu Liang took out a box of chocolates from the shopping bag, happily opened a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

Vermouth narrowed his eyes. Among all the code-named members of the organization, only this child she rescued several years ago could not be seen through at all.

“In this operation, I am only responsible for disguising Ireland. I don’t know if there is any additional help needed.”

Ruo Mu Liang chewed the sweet chocolate and said something a little vaguely.

“This operation may not be needed, but the young lady who has been sealed in the cold laboratory for 19 years, doesn’t she need it too?”

Vermouth: !!!!

“Bang!”