Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 101 Will Vermouth be defeated by Muzan?
The unidentified host is not dead yet.

Yingsheng was quite curious about their identities and purposes, so he just knocked him out for the time being and planned to deal with them later.

The art of disguise is so magical.

If Yingsheng's understanding of Qingzi was not far beyond the average level, he would have been deceived by that humanoid creature who was not sure whether it was a man or a woman, a human or a ghost.

And now he has more important things to do.

Or, more interesting?

Kiyoko, who was sitting on the sofa next to her, was still wearing the blue Teidan High School uniform. Yingsheng walked over, put two fingers together on her carotid artery, felt it for two seconds, and began to pinch her philtrum.

After a few seconds, Qingzi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she woke up slowly. Her eyes were quite empty. After seeing Yingsheng's mask, they gradually became solid, and she showed a beautiful smile on her face.

[Love +1]

This hint made Yingsheng quite curious: "You can recognize it's me at a glance?"

"That's the feeling. After all, you are my moon. The world has become clearer now."

Xuesong Qingzi smiled softly, took the hand that Yingsheng extended, and stood up weakly. However, her body was not injured, but her consciousness was a little drowsy. She soon recovered and looked at the host in the black suit who fell to the ground:
"I had already entered the iron cage backstage, waiting for the opportunity to enter the arena. This man came in and easily knocked down Mr. Ishida and several members of the Nizan Society who were guarding me. I did not resist and was knocked unconscious."

Yingsheng nodded: "Are you feeling anything wrong?"

"No, what time is it now?"

"Ten six at night."

"It's only been ten minutes. Mr. Moon is really quick. Have you found anything?"

"A very interesting thing happened. You met the six-eared macaque. If it weren't for your honest treatment at Chiyoko's house last time, I really couldn't tell it for a while. But when I noticed the doubts and tested her, she immediately gave herself away. It was obvious that she only knew the surface."

"Eh? Six-eared Macaque? Seventy-two transformations?"

Qingzi's eyes were full of curiosity: "Is there really such a thing? What is her purpose?"

"Who knows? I'm just planning to test her to see how far she can go."

Yingsheng fumbled around the fallen host for a few times, took out his phone and handed it to Qingzi:

"To the two ghosts who called you, you are currently in a lounge, I don't know which one, but the door cannot be opened from the inside. You are very scared now and you urgently need someone to rely on and comfort you, and not just in words.

The dosage should be larger, even stronger than Mr. Tojo's, so as not to give the six-eared macaque a chance to speak."

Qingzi nodded, took the phone, and sighed as if relieved for the two people:

"They finally have a chance to get what they want today."

After taking a look at the cell phone signal, she added, "You haven't turned off the signal jammer yet."

Yingsheng carried the man on his shoulders and walked into the restroom in the private room: "Control the volume. He should have a communication device on him. Don't let the six-eared macaque hear it."

After the door was closed, Yingsheng turned off the signal jammer and continued to search the man.

There were some things, such as Colt M1911, a small telescope, keys, masks, etc., but none of them could indicate an identity.

The communication device was placed in the same place as his, in the same unoriginal way as before. Yingsheng had put this in Xiaolan's ear before, and he carried a pair of tweezers with him, so he carefully picked it out and put it in his own ear canal.

He reached his hand to the edge of the man's face and felt it carefully, and indeed found a little bump. He guessed that this should be a fake face, but did not take it off.

After Qingzi finished her call, Yingsheng turned on the signal shielding again and threw the white cat mask he had found to Qingzi: "The police will be here soon, you should blend into the crowd and leave first. I will confirm your exact location tonight after I see the subsequent changes."

"Where is the person in the bathroom? Do you need my help to take him away?" Qingzi asked.

Yingsheng glanced at her frail body and said, "You can't possibly carry her out by yourself."

"Well... there should be quite a lot of people in the venue. I think there will always be one or two gentlemen."

"No thanks. You'd better not show your face and create some alibis. We can use them when the situation permits."

"clear."

After Kiyoko left, Yingsheng walked around the area and soon spotted a man with a tattoo on his neck, probably a member of the Yakuza. He was running around like a headless fly, holding a straight-screen cell phone in his hand, pressing it hard, and looking anxious, as if he was about to throw the phone.

Yingsheng walked forward quickly: "The police are coming, man, help me."

The headless fly was shocked: "What?!"

Yingsheng had said many times that the police were coming, and before they were always some distance away, but this time they were really close.

When the kind-hearted Mr. Fly pressed the prickly banknotes in his arms and left through the back door carrying the anonymous man with the face of a member of the Mud Gang, the loud sirens almost broke his eardrums.

Fortunately, the police lights that were flashing blindingly on the street were still some distance away from him.

Although Mr. Fly still looked back a little weakly, the black muzzle of the gun immediately cured his timidity. He swallowed his saliva and ran away.

It's like meeting a miracle doctor reincarnated!
A police car noticed the commotion here and immediately accelerated towards that direction.

boom! ! !
A gunshot rang out from the side, and the police car immediately lost control. With a sound of tire friction, it crashed into a street lamp on the side of the road, and then hit the wall with a bang. There was a creaking sound, and the metal twisted and creaked. The street lamp fell to the ground, and a burst of glass shattered, mixed with electric currents.

"Police Department! Megure Police Department!"

A police car drove quickly to the scene of the accident from behind. The door was halfway opened, but then it stopped as if it suddenly remembered something, and pointed its gun at the back door where the shot had just been fired.

"Ahem! I'm fine! Kudo brother, how are you?"

The collision was not too serious. Megure Jusan only felt a little pain in his neck as it was thrown forward. He quickly unbuckled his seat belt and turned his upper body to look at the back seat.

“Hiss! It’s okay.”

Kudo Shinichi rubbed his forehead where he was hit, pushed open the car door and got out, looking in the direction of the figure who was fleeing with someone on his back, but he had already disappeared without a trace.

"That person on his back is a tall man. He should not be the person we are looking for. He is probably just a gang leader. Let's hand him over to the local police." Megure Jusan also got out of the car by holding his neck and glanced at the back door that everyone was targeting. The light inside was quite bright, but he could see that there was no one there.

Kudo Shinichi nodded, turned around and tried to rush out the back door, but was stopped by Megure Jusan:
"There's a shooter inside, let's go."

Kudo Shinichi gritted his teeth and said, "Can you lend me a pistol? I learned shooting in Hawaii and my marksmanship is pretty good."

"???"

Megure Jusan looked confused: "Hawaii?"

(End of this chapter)