Conan: I'm Really Not a Model Worker at a Winery

After Bourbon's words fell, a cold killing intent appeared on his body inadvertently.

That man... must die!

Belmode looked at him with a half-smile, "Ah, do you hate him so much? I remember you performed several missions with him, didn't you?"

"So what? Traitors should be killed mercilessly... right?"

Bourbon slightly restrained his smile, showing a harmless expression.

Belmode shrugged: "You're right... But unfortunately, I also want to meet this 'silver bullet' with my own hands, so I'm sorry~"

There was a flash of loss and hatred in Bourbon's eyes, but he concealed it very well, "Ah, it's okay... But I hope you fail, maybe I can have a chance next time."

"...Then, I can only hope that your wish does not come true, or I will be ashamed."

Belmode smiled indifferently, and didn't shy away from Bourbon. He changed his makeup in front of her, and even applied a silicone-like mask on his face.

Bourbon waited for a while, then glanced down at his watch.

It is 06:30 in the evening.

When Belmode finished changing his costume, Bourbon was a little worried and said, "Are you sure you can do it alone?"

"Isn't there you supporting me?" Belmode put on his wig, turned his head quietly, and put on a pair of glasses, "Since that person said that Akai Shuichi is exceptionally sharp, the more people there are, the easier it is to be discovered .”

"Well... just think you're right."

Bourbon smiled in a low voice, looked at Belmode, his tone was a bit malicious, "I really want to see, if other people know that Sharon Wynyard and Chrissy Wynyard are actually the same person, they will reveal What kind of expression?"

When Belmode turned around, his appearance was completely different from before - short blond hair over the ears, paired with black-rimmed glasses, and slightly wrinkles on his face...

Actress - Sharon Wynyard.

It's him!

"Okay, it's about time for me to go... Bourbon, remember to find out where that guy is for me~" After changing clothes, Belmode's voice became much deeper and more stable.

"……Oh, right."

When he walked to the door, Belmode reminded him again:

"That pawn is useless... Get rid of it, so as not to get in the way."

Bourbon nodded and put on a black windbreaker: "I know."

Clean up the useless chess pieces...

This is the consistent style of the organization.

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Also in New York.

Just at the end of Broadway, in an unremarkable small residential building, a blond man with a full beard is trying his best to conquer a game.

Small but complete.

Although the room is small, it is full of electronic equipment. There are seven or eight computers alone.

There is also a mobile phone on the table that keeps ringing.

A teenager sitting in front of the computer glanced at the blond man playing games from time to time, with a very helpless face: "Uncle Tianman... the phone."

"I know, I know..." Tianman reluctantly put down the game console and picked up the phone, "Who is it?"

"I'm Retsu~ You're America's Tenma, right?"

As soon as Tianman heard the other party's self-introduction, his playfulness flew away in an instant, and he immediately stood upright:

"Yes! I'm Tenma from Massachusetts! I wonder what your order is, my lord?"

"Ah~ That's right, can you check the whereabouts of 'Sharon Wynyard' for me? I accidentally lost it~"

Chapter 78 The New York Incident (Slow Cooking)

On a New York road, in a car:

"Can you hurry up?"

"Mr. Dongman, I am already at the fastest speed!"

"But the problem is that the target car has disappeared!!"

"...You have to believe me, the person driving the car must be a professional racing driver, that car may have been modified... Oh oh! Look at it showing off its skills again—"

"I don't care if he's a racing driver or Madagascar, catch up with me!"

Tokyo Tenman looked at the driver with a black line on his face.

He originally followed the target—that is, the car that Kudo Shinichi was riding in, and it has always been fine.

As a result, the car suddenly soared to a speed of more than 120 yards per hour for some unknown reason!

What about the agreed speed of no more than 40 yards per hour?New York police lie, right?

The driver who drove the car was a bottom-level member of the five-star group in the United States. He watched the silver sports car disappearing on the road, sighed helplessly, and looked at the person in the rearview mirror:

"Mr. Dongman, I think we lost track..."

Tokyo Tenma: "..."

He looked at his notebook, which was full of words and deeds of Kudo Shinichi and the people around him, but it was interrupted now.

He hates it so much!

However, the driver didn't notice Tokyo Tenma's emotion at all, "I think he must be a great racer, maybe I've seen him..."

"That's a female driver." Tokyo Tianman's face darkened.

Where is this guy's attention!

"Female driver?" The driver was stunned for a moment, then suddenly relieved, "No wonder."

Tokyo Tenma: "...?"

No wonder what ah no wonder!

Tokyo Tianma took a deep breath, and felt that he could no longer be entangled: "You are an old driver, guess if you drive from here, where is the nearest opera house?"

He remembered what drama was mentioned in the previously tapped content...

The driver heard it, thought for a long time, and suddenly changed his mind: "Mr. Dongman is going to see a musical, right? You should have said it earlier! The Golden Apple Opera House on Broadway is famous. I know a shortcut... "

Tokyo Tenma: "..."

It is Kudo Shinichi who wants to watch the drama, not him!

"However, Mr. Dongman, the theater there is very popular. Have you booked tickets before?" The driver asked a question in a timely manner.

Tokyo Tianma put on his hat silently, and said weakly: "Go over there and see if that silver sports car is there... Make sure, I'm here to follow and not to travel!"

I don't know how this driver got into the core...

As for not buying tickets for musicals?

For a stalker who can't get in without a ticket?If he really can't get in, Tokyo Tianma thinks he can take the blame and resign.

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Broadway, Golden Apple Opera House.

Belmode, dressed as 'Sharon Wynyard' and wearing a long trench coat, was standing at the edge of the box office next to the Opera House, waiting for someone.

"It's already six fifty... Yuxiko is really slow."

Belmode looked at the time and couldn't help but muttered.

It was agreed to arrive at seven o'clock, and now I don't even know where I am, and I don't answer the phone.

"Mrs. Sharon, do you know what plays you will appear in in the future?" A policeman beside her asked her with respect and enthusiasm.

Belmode smiled: "Well...Actually, I think I'm about the same age, it's time to retire and give the opportunity to young children, right?"

The young policeman was a little disappointed: "This is really a pity..."

Belmode smiled slightly.

She was also a little helpless in her heart, she didn't expect that she hadn't appeared on the scene for so long, and any policeman on the side of the road was her fan...

Just when the policeman wanted to get closer, the beeper on his body suddenly rang.

The young policeman was taken aback for a moment, and immediately picked up the pager: "This is..."

"George! There's a speeding silver sports car heading your way...it's crazy, it's like a hurricane, you know? It's going over 180 yards an hour!"

"I have it, sir..."

Belmode heard the words on the walkie-talkie clearly.

Belmod: "..."

Wait, silver sports car, 180 yards per hour, this way...

Could it be that Yukiko misremembered the time and was speeding in order to come over?

The corner of Belmode's mouth twitched imperceptibly, "Since you have a job, I'll excuse you first."

You Xizi will definitely be arrested if she comes here, she has to find a way to help her out in advance, otherwise she will not leave here at the scheduled time.

The young police officer immediately bowed, "Where! I should be the one to excuse you, Mrs. Sharon..."

Then he continued to turn on the walkie-talkie, communicating and reporting the situation with his colleagues, while looking at the end of the road.

Seeing this, Belmode suddenly thought of a coup.

'Hmm... There are still enough disguise materials, so I can simply disguise it. '

She looked at the men's windbreaker store next to her, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

……

2 minute later.

A silver sports car blew across the street like a whirlwind, and finally stopped firmly at the entrance of the Golden Apple Theater.

"Huh~ I'm catching up, I'm catching up!" There was a tall and beautiful woman in the driver's seat.