Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Hattori Heiji and Conan were enjoying the cool breeze by the railing.

The conversation continues:

"But, Kudo, didn't you say in your text message that the auction would be held in two days?"

Hattori Heiji suddenly thought of the question he hadn't asked before, "But why are you so sure that those people's transactions will be tonight? The auction hasn't even started yet, and the money hasn't been received yet, how are they going to trade?"

"Oh, you mean this?" Conan blew out a breath, looking at his fluttering bangs. "The news I got is that many of the auction items and buyers have been decided in advance for this auction. Some people have already paid a high deposit. The so-called auction is probably just a show."

Hattori Heiji understood, "I see! In this way, they have already received a large sum of funds in advance..."

"Not only that."

Conan looked at the castle tower that was vaguely visible not far away, and said in a deep tone, "One of the publicity gimmicks of this auction is the price of the auction items. It is said that the total value may exceed 5 billion.

And the items include many precious cultural relics handed down from the past, as well as many precious gems.”

Hattori Heiji remained silent after hearing this.

After a while, he asked suspiciously, "Hey Kudo, I can't even get this information from Osaka. Where did you get it?"

Conan was stunned: "Huh? Didn't I tell you?"

Hattori Heiji's eyes half-mooned: "Huh? Ever since you told me that Mr. Lin was a member of the mask organization, didn't you tell me about the auction this time? What else did you tell me?"

Conan: "..."

What a mistake. He had been communicating with Mr. Akai all this time and had completely forgotten about his friends!
"Ahem...it's nothing, actually."

Conan coughed awkwardly, and told Hattori Heiji everything about the FBI, Akai Shuichi, and the previous "anti-encirclement and suppression" operations.

The party starts at 8 o'clock, which is the foreplay of the auction. Before the official auction begins, there will be some charity sales activities...

It was only a little past seven o'clock, but Conan had spent almost half an hour telling about his experience in Tokyo.

After he finished speaking, he found that there was something particularly strange about the way his friend looked at him.

That look seemed to say, "You really have another dog outside."

Conan felt extremely ashamed when he saw this look, but after a few seconds of shame he didn't know what he was ashamed of.

"In other words, you and the FBI are on the same boat now?" Hattori Heiji's weird look lasted for a while, and then he began to worry about Ke, "But, the FBI should have its own code of conduct, right? If you get involved, will they..."

"No, no, no, it won't happen! And it's not like it's with the FBI."

Conan quickly waved his hands to explain: "I just reached an agreement with Mr. Akai himself and Mr. Lin...

Come to think of it, Mr. Akai also said he would come over, but I don’t know if he has arrived yet.”

"Akai Shuichi, huh? I'm really curious about what kind of person he is that you, Kudo, can trust him so much." Hattori Heiji's eyes were filled with inexplicable malice.

Conan: "..."

Something is wrong, there is something wrong with this Hattori guy... Could he be angry because I didn't tell him some plans?
He is too difficult.

……

"Well, that's it, Miss Karasuma."

"I'll leave this mission to you~ Please hold Conan and the others back!"

A dark corner outside the party venue.

Vermouth, with a fake face, looked at the brightly lit building, recalling what the pink-haired man who called himself "Shadow" had told her, and sighed softly.

how to say……

Watching her little cool baby being played with, she actually felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment?
Something is wrong with her.

but……

"Isn't it just that you asked me to pretend to be Akai Shuichi? As for why you kept saying such mysterious things without telling me..."

Vermouth muttered as she pinched the mask on her face. Her current face belonged to Akai Shuichi - and because she was not informed in advance, the disguise materials she prepared were not sufficient, and part of the props for the disguise were provided by Ying.

Vermouth hadn't expected that she would be met by the Five Star Team when she came to Osaka...

And he is Gin’s childhood friend.

I heard from the other party that he seemed to have left Tokyo some time ago, and I didn't expect him to appear in Osaka.

Of course, Ying didn't actually explain too much about the mission to Vermouth. He only told her to disguise herself as Shuichi Akai and appear at the auction. It would be even better if she could act with Conan.

but……

Vermouth still wants to complain:

"How can I pretend well if you don't tell me anything?"

With her cool reasoning ability, she might have discovered her weirdness within less than a minute of getting to know her, right?
Oh... forget it, she should exercise her rusty brain which has not been used for many years.

Vermouth took a deep breath and used her superb body skills to blend into the party.

Because today's dinner is mainly for the upper echelons of society, the security is relatively strict. Vermouth doesn't know much about the situation in Osaka, so she didn't choose to pretend to be a wealthy person to get in. Instead, she directly used the face of Shuichi Akai.

If something really happens, we can just put the blame on the FBI, isn't that great?
"We still need to find out what this guy has been talking about with Little Kubao recently..."

She and Gin had almost no intelligence exchanges with the Five Star Group in the organization, and now the problem has been exposed.

Vermouth climbed in through the skylight on the second floor.

Logically speaking, in such a remote place, such a formal evening party, no one with any bad intentions would go there.

but.

As soon as she stepped over the railing with her front foot, and before she could step in with her back foot, she felt a burning gaze focused on her...

wrong.

It's two shares.

Vermouth suddenly raised her head and saw two figures, one black and one white, one big and one small, lying on the railing.

My breathing suddenly stopped.

Who is this person? What is he doing here sneaking around with her coolguy?!

...No, that's not the point.

The point is... As Shuichi Akai, how should she greet her own little cool baby?
The scene fell into silence as 'Akai Shuichi' climbed in through the window.

Fortunately, Conan didn't let the scene remain quiet for too long.

"Mr. Akai, how did you get from there..."

Conan saw 'Akai Shuichi' climbing in through the window and was obviously surprised, and even stuttered when he spoke.

Vermouth had calmed down now, and she climbed in completely and naturally, looking out the window, "After all, I'm not disguised. If I rashly come in through the main door, it will probably arouse the suspicion of those people."

It is currently known that Gin's Five Star Group and his own organization both have bad intentions in Osaka, so it can be inferred that Conan must have come here to secretly oppose the organization.

Sure enough, after hearing her say that, Conan immediately believed it.

After calmly thinking, Vermouth also realized Hattori Heiji's identity, and looked at him calmly with a certain scrutiny:
"You are the high school detective from Osaka, right? I heard Judy mention you before. Thank you for your help before."

"...Ah? Ah! Um, no, nothing! Um, fighting against evil forces is what I should do, hahaha..."

Hattori Heiji, whose eyes were originally full of fighting spirit, received Vermouth's gaze, and his arrogance inexplicably extinguished.

Conan: "..."

Can I just say that he is worthy of being Mr. Akai?
Belmode: "..."

She was so scared, she thought this black man had a very strong head.