Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 100 Vermouth’s conspiracy!
Yingsheng remembered the man on the stage.

He was one of the people who was knocked unconscious by Xiaolan before.

But this is not the point. The point is, the negotiation between her minions and the Nimicide Society, led by Kiyoko Yuzukami, ended with her being the finale, right?

By then, the police should have arrived.

However, now, she was about to be the first item to be auctioned and was being pushed out like a commodity. Undoubtedly, something unexpected had happened.

A strange thought suddenly flashed through Yingsheng's mind. Slave girl...

Will Qingzi be pushed out from the cage?
The next thought is:

The plan went wrong to such an extent, but Qingzi didn't even have the intention to kill him?

On the auction platform, the red curtain behind the host was slowly rising, and vaguely one could see a huge iron cage that was two meters wide, as well as the hem of the snow-white skirt.

Yingsheng took a deep breath:

"Alice, something unexpected has happened. We can't wait for the police to come. All the members of the Mud Society and those who attacked you need to be defeated. Can you do it?"

Xiaolan looked sharp and nodded heavily: "I will do my best!"

Yingsheng smiled gently, and the next second, his figure completely blended into the darkness.

boom!
A dull gunshot sounded.

The only light in the venue disappeared instantly. Clang!!! The broken glass lampshade fell onto the platform. After a brief deathly silence, countless screams of "Ah!!!" resounded, forming a movement that was even more frenzied than the previous rock music.

Stupidity and fear have no gender distinction.

The panicked crowd ran around like frightened sheep, and even though the darkness lasted only a short time, several high-pitched screams were heard, with no known cause.

bang——

The pale light seemed to be real, illuminating the darkness. The ring lights around the top of the venue lit up one after another, making the place as bright as day in an instant.

The terrified crowd seemed to be frozen by the light, and fell into a moment of stiffness. But before any other ideas could come into their minds to fill the gap, the figure of a Yakuza flying backwards with a scream occupied their entire sight.

Bang! ! !
That is... the Yakuza hanging on the wall like an oil painting?

pat-

Falling slowly.

The female warrior slowly retracted her foot and scanned the venue coldly, trying to control the situation.

Then, the deafening screams made the air begin to tremble, and the crowd became more and more crazy.

Watching this scene, the host on the stage's eyes changed slightly. He suddenly thought of something, looked back, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Behind the fully raised curtain, the door of the iron cage opened and the figure inside had disappeared!

The host's eyes were full of panic, but then he clenched his teeth and his whole body was shaking with extreme anger and depression.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he glared fiercely at the female warrior who was looking for trouble in the audience, then turned and walked backstage.

He wants to vent!
On the other side, in a lounge, Yingsheng slowly placed the girl in the white dress in his arms on the sofa. She wrapped her arms around Yingsheng's neck tightly, unwilling to let go. Her pale lips were tightly pursed, and her clear eyes, trembling like a frightened deer, were filled with tears.

Yingsheng smiled gently: "It's okay, what's your name? Don't be afraid, I have called the police, the police will be here soon, they will send you home."

"No! I don't want to go home!"

The girl quickly shook her head, her eyes full of pleading: "It was my mother who sold me here. I don't have a home anymore. Can you take me away from here? Please."

"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

Yingsheng asked softly, "Where's your father?"

"Dead." The girl's soft and boneless body trembled slightly, as if she was eager to seek support because of great fear. She got closer and closer to Yingsheng, almost rubbing her whole body into his.

Tears finally fell from her eyes, and she told the truth in a sobbing voice:

"Dad, he was killed by mom."

Yingsheng's eyes sternly, and then he sighed slightly: "Is there such a thing? Sorry, I shouldn't ask. Can you rest here for a while? I will lock the door from the outside and no one will come in."

The girl quickly shook her head and hugged Yingsheng tightly, unwilling to let go. Yingsheng patted her back gently and whispered in her ear:

"Don't be afraid, I will take you away from here, but my companion is still fighting hard outside, I need to go back to help her."

"Then...then you should come back early."

"Well, it will definitely happen."

"It's settled. I...I don't want to be deceived again."

"That's a deal."

The girl finally let go of Yingsheng slowly, following his force from below, and slowly fell onto the wide sofa. Her eyes were red, and she gently pulled the corner of Yingsheng's clothes:
"My name is Qingzi, Xuesong Qingzi, what should I call you?"

Yingsheng stroked his mask and chuckled, "Of course it's Hannya, Qingzi-kun, wait for me here, I will be back soon, believe me, tomorrow will be better."

He gently took the corner of her clothes from her hand, turned around and left. When the door of the lounge closed,

"I will always be here waiting for you, Mr. Prajna."

The girl clasped her hands over her chest and prayed for him.

Yingsheng smiled and closed the door.

clang!
Isolation between inside and outside.

"Alice, retreat immediately and go through the previous door. It's safe there." After Yingsheng got away from the door, he immediately sent a message to Xiaolan and took out the small signal jammer he carried with him:
"There will be a period of communication interruption, that's normal, don't worry. Go to the clothing store and wait for me. If that doesn't work, go to the cafe. It will take at most half an hour."

"understand!"

After a while of dodging and moving, Xiaolan responded calmly, paused, and added:
"Await your return."

But Yingsheng didn't hear this sentence. By the time Xiaolan's first syllable of response came out, he had already closed the communication here and turned the knob of the signal blocker.

A burst of crackling noise immediately came from the other invisible headset that was communicating with Qingzi. Yingsheng put in five points of killing intent to strengthen his own state, quickly moved to any passable place, and constantly adjusted the frequency band of the signal shielding.

Triangulation is a stupid method.

But Kiyoko, the real Kiyoko, is most likely in a coma at this time and cannot be contacted. She does not have a tracker on her, so Yingsheng can only use this method.

Fortunately, this area is not very large.

Bang!

When he kicked open the door of a casino private room, pieces of Pai Gow fell to the ground, and what he saw in front of him was the host of the Nicanhui who had been on the stage before, with his back to him.

The host suddenly turned around, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was full of anger.

Yingsheng raised his eyebrows slightly. The footprints on this guy’s chest must be Xiaolan.

He tilted his head to look at the sofa beside him, feeling a little relieved.

It was a great help.

Now there is only one last question left.

Yingsheng looked at the host, whose hand had reached to his waist, and smiled slightly:
"How do you want to die?"

(End of this chapter)