Conan's First Love is a Profiler

Chapter 119 Don't Trust Her

The most important thing to become a profiler is not to remember complicated terms or to have sharp observation and insight.

It is about the study and control of psychology.

Therefore, a good profiler can be very deceptive.

Just like a good actor, he makes you immersed in the play without you realizing it.

Or knowing that it is a play, they still jump into it, not caring whether it is like a moth flying into a flame.

"time to go."

It was so hurried both going and coming.

I didn't choose a hotel and just waited in the terminal.

But fortunately, she was not stupid enough to try to dry the wet clothes with the temperature of her human body.

"By the way," Qinghai Chuantang asked, as if he suddenly remembered something, "Do you know that hot spring hotel? It is said that it can make people rejuvenate."

"Bourbon has investigated. It's just a childish trick that a family deliberately did for business."

The mother and daughter were similar, so even if they exchanged identities and names, no one would notice anything.

No wonder, she looks like she is in her thirties, because she is that age group.

"Could it be that you are very interested?"

Staying young forever and returning to youth sounds incredible and has been the dream of many people.

But if a person experiences it, he will feel that it is better to let everything take its course.

Watching the people around me getting older one after another, I feel as if time has stopped. It is easy for others to see me as a monster.

Qinghai Chuantang shook his head.

"In this world, half a year is equal to 24 years, which means one month is equal to four years. The time is too long. If I were to live forever, it would be an endless torture."

Although the first half of the sentence sounds a bit confusing.

But Vermouth deeply agreed with the second half of the sentence.

"So, I want to find a spell that can remove the 'time stop magic'."

"If you can find 'Koizumi Hongzi', maybe there will be a chance."

After all, she is a real witch.

"Koizumi Hongzi?"

"That's right. You won't find it if you look for it directly."

Qinghai Chuantang suddenly remembered that "Detective Conan" and "Magic Kaito" are two different worlds.

So, she came up with an idea: "Catch Kaito Kidd, then threaten him and summon Koizumi Hongzi, then maybe you can see her."

In order to prevent the instability caused by the appearance of the witch, world rules may appear to suppress the witch's magic power.

After all, that is something that can directly destroy an organization.

“Summon?” Vermouth laughed softly, “Do you think there is really magic in this world?”

You see, she knew the other party wouldn't believe it.

"As long as you have seen someone who can dismantle a Gundam with his bare hands, this is actually not a big deal."

But the possibility of Kyogoku Makoto meeting Vermouth is infinitely close to zero.

How to make the other party believe that witches actually exist in this world has become a big problem that Qinghai Chuantang is facing now.

After thinking about it, she asked, "Who is the best driver in the organization right now?"

"What kind of driving skills do you mean?"

Qinghai Chuantang began to reflect on himself and wondered when he had led Vermouth astray.

"If you're talking about racing skills, it should be Bourbon." Vermouth continued.

This made her secretly relieved, fortunately the other party was normal.

After coughing lightly to cover up his embarrassment, Qinghai Chuantang said, "In that case, when you are free, let him take you to experience what it means to enjoy the silky smoothness of Dove on the side of a train."

"You've been playing some racing games lately, haven't you? You can't tell reality from illusion?"

If the occasion wasn't wrong, the other party might have even tested whether she had a fever.

Obviously, people who have not experienced it personally or actually watched it will not believe many things.

Just as I didn't believe at first, there really are people in this world who are brought into a fictional world.

"There are many worlds in this world that cannot be explained by science."

After leaving such an ambiguous remark, Qinghai Chuantang didn't say anything more.

Of course, Vermouth didn't ask any more questions. After all, she didn't have an excessive desire for knowledge.

It’s best to stop at the right point.

When the plane landed at Narita Airport, the two came to the airport exit together.

"The next time we meet, we might be enemies."

"me too."

After watching the other party take a taxi away, she took out her cell phone and called the omnipotent Xiao Hei.

When she finished telling him about the incident she had commissioned, the other party almost jumped onto the ceiling.

"I won't do such an immoral thing as digging up human graves. Isn't it said that the dead should rest in peace? Why would you disturb a dead soul?"

"If I can help it, I don't want to."

But what Vermouth said made her quite concerned.

"Okay, okay, I get it. I can't help it. Who told me that I'm the omnipotent Xiao Hei? After that's done."

A chuckle came from the other side.

"Ginza's summer-exclusive glutinous rice dumplings, plus crispy purple mochi."

When Xiao Hei heard this, he quickly wiped away the non-existent saliva.

"make a deal!"

Two days later, Qinghai Chuantang received a call back from Xiao Hei, and the truth was about to be revealed.

"Sister, what you said is not good. I was almost hunted down. Fortunately, I was smart and sent the things to several different institutions and entrusted them to conduct secret tests."

Of the five institutions, three were bought and one lost data.

"So, what's the result?"

She didn't have the patience to listen to him talk about his wonderful experiences of escaping danger.

A familiar "hehe" sound came from the other side, like a malicious, obscene pervert.

"The results show that the DNA sample extracted does not match the one you asked someone to give me."

"Sister, you can thank me properly this time."

After a moment of silence, seeing that she didn't answer, Xiao Hei called out, "Hey, big sister? Big sister? Why aren't you talking? Did something happen?"

After a while, Qinghai Chuantang finally seemed to react.

"I'm fine, let's leave it like this for now."

After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for the other party's response.

If what Xiao Hei said is true, then whose body was that she saw and buried with her own hands?
Did someone take the place of Chuitong's death, or did someone deliberately find a prop to deceive her?
And she actually believed it to be true.

Of course, there is another possibility.

Everything that happened was carefully planned by someone.

Even Vermouth's appearance and what she said were prepared in advance.

For a professional actor, it is not difficult to deceive an amateur like her.

"Why didn't you think of identifying it at that time?"

She scratched her hair a few times in distress.

Some abilities will not seem unfamiliar even if they are not used for a long time, but you will almost forget their existence.

"But at least it can give me a little motivation."

He raised his head, his eyes became much firmer.

There is nothing special I want, and sometimes even going home becomes a natural thing.

Perhaps it was because she let things take their own course too much that she felt many things became unimportant.

For her, solving cases and finding the truth became a way to pass the time and experience new things.

Although occasionally, I would be moved by some of them.

For example, a girl who is about to become a police officer, and a boy who died innocently.

"AOI means 'Sunflower' in French."

So from the beginning, we knew who helped cover up the crime and who sent the poisoned food to prevent the truth from being told.

"AOI is also '葵' in the name. However, AOI also means '青'."

Qinghai Chuantang stood up, went to the kitchen to find a bottle of Marsala, and poured it into a glass.

If the ruby-red masala is her preference.

"But Qing doesn't stand for 'Qinghaichuantang'. So, it is you after all, AOI."

Aoi, Akagawa Aoi.

Even the name of his cake shop is so eye-catching.

"If the dessert competition was a trap deliberately set by you, should I be the ignorant lamb?"

Qinghai Chuantang smiled and raised his glass.

Across the table, the figure of Akagawa Aoi appeared.

He also smiled, as if telling her: Since you knew it was a trap, shouldn't you have jumped in decisively?
She blinked her eyes, and the figure disappeared instantly. It was all just an illusion.

"Take advantage of the enemy's tactics, or follow the clues to find the source."

Wanting to catch someone in an organization is just like the police catching a pickpocket. It's the same principle.

We can only catch those who are currently in action.

After putting down her wine glass gently, she sent a message to Conan.

"There is some very interesting news about the organization. Do you want to know?"

The other party did not reply decisively "yes", but hesitated for a moment.

"Could it be that there is some conspiracy behind this?"

After all, it's really not like her style to be so proactive and want to share information.

Looking at this message, Qinghai Chuantang smiled unhappily.

"Enemy often disguises himself as an ally."

Akagawa Aoi couldn't be considered a companion, but just a stranger whom he had met a few more times.

The real enemy is often hidden in the interpersonal relationships with whom you are close.

"What do you mean?"

A reply came soon, followed by a string of question marks, which directly expressed the other party's inner emotions at the time.

The Qinghai Begonia remained a secret.

"Just figure it out for yourself."

Trust is a very precious thing.

The feeling of being betrayed by someone you trusted is truly indescribable.

Conan, who was at Dr. Agasa's house, was thinking about many things.

Finally, he asked tentatively: "Are there any organized people around me?"

"No, it's not the organization. It's something more terrifying than the organization."

"Are monsters going to invade the Earth?"

Qinghai Chuantang didn't expect that Conan actually had a sense of humor, such a rare thing.

"Have you watched too much Ultraman?"

After a pause, he sent another message: "In short, if you don't trust her, everything will be fine."

This time, it was rare that Conan didn't reply for a long time.

It is also rare that there is follow-up news after a whole day.

Maybe Conan already understood, or maybe he understood nothing.

But for now, whether he trusts him or not will not cause any harm to him, and this is the most important thing.

This was Qinghai Chuantang's inner thoughts after a day.

In fact, Conan happened to encounter the case while taking a hot spring bath with the Maori family, and then coincidentally, he was so busy reasoning that he forgot to reply to the letter.

When he thought about it and felt like he had something unfinished, the text message had disappeared.

After 12 hours, the text messages are automatically destroyed. This is one of the black technologies of her mobile phone.

"That's not right. I remember there was a text message. How strange. Could it be that there is a ghost who steals text messages?"

Conan in the Maori Office scratched his head, puzzled.

"Could it be that I've been using my brain too much lately and my memory is starting to deviate?"

While Conan was thinking about this, he happened to meet a salesperson who came to sell his products door-to-door.

Just as I was about to tell the other party that they didn't need it, the salesperson smiled, revealing two big front gold teeth.

"Children, if you use your brain frequently, you should drink six walnuts more!"

This hits the mark exactly.

Without any hesitation, Conan took out his wallet.

"Let's start with a truckload."

(End of this chapter)