Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 320 The Thousand-Faced Witch will eventually succumb to Angel’s wings!
3:10 p.m.

The two policemen pushed open the door of the master bedroom of Shuiyue House, and the sunlight illuminated a corner of the room.

The girl was lying on a large white bed covered with feathers, her white Lolita dress in the style of a bride was intricately layered, her long golden hair was scattered on the pillow, messy and attractive.

The air in the room was quiet and the two policemen held their breath.

In a trance, they saw an angel in the clouds.

however.

Why is there a black collar on her snow-white neck?
The collar rivets glowed with a cold metallic luster and were connected to a slender iron chain that hung halfway between her delicate collarbones and the other end hung on a hook on the wall.

Her body was tied tightly with red ropes. She was curled up slightly and twisted her body slightly with a slight amplitude. Her cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Gulu——"

The policewoman's Adam's apple rolled.

The male policeman was startled and quickly pushed the female policeman into the house, then turned back and closed the door.

He finally understood why Miss Lan was being secretive just now. It turned out that she was hiding a beautiful mistress in the mansion.

Their movements were not quiet, and the sounds of conversation and rummaging outside the bedroom never stopped, but the girl did not react to their arrival at all.

It was because her eyes were covered with a black leather blindfold and she was wearing white headphones with wide outer edges on her head.

I don’t know what’s playing in the headphones, but judging from the occasional moans from her lips, the theme is probably not very exciting.

The male police officer took a deep breath and walked towards the girl.

The policewoman behind him quickly raised her hand to grab the corner of his clothes. When he turned around to look at her in confusion, she sighed softly, let go of her hand, and quickly walked past him.

I really don't want to disturb you, Princess.

But I'm sorry, it's my duty.

The policewoman came to the bedside and stood there for a few seconds, admiring this exquisite work of art that is rarely seen under normal circumstances from a close distance.

Perhaps it was because her gaze was too longing, the girl finally noticed someone coming, her body instinctively tensed up slightly, and she twisted her body even more.

The policewoman gently took off her blindfold. The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly and she opened her aqua blue eyes.

The light instantly flooded into her vision, and her moist eyes revealed a hint of pain and even a kind of obsession.

But the next second, this obsession was immediately replaced by fear. Her pupils suddenly dilated, and she curled up her body backwards, her eyes quickly scanning the person who came.

"who are you?!"

Her voice was quite cold, but with obvious panic and uneasiness.

The policewoman stood there in a daze, somewhat unable to believe her ears. The voice of the girl in front of her was that of a boy?

A wonderful sense of perversion suddenly arose from the bottom of her heart. The policewoman's eyes lit up, and the index finger of her right hand, which was suspended in the air, twitched unconsciously.

In ancient Greek mythology, there was a beautiful young man named Achilles.

Rumor has it that he donned a pure white robe, stood among a group of young girls, and managed to avoid the prophecy of the gods.

The policewoman had always been skeptical: could there really be a man so handsome?
And now, she completely believed it.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Seeing that the female police officer was about to step forward and reach out her hand, the person of unknown gender on the bed was about to scream out in fear, so the male police officer quickly stepped forward and showed his police ID.

"we are……"

He paused, pointed at Vermouth's headphones, then pointed at his own ears and made a gesture of taking them off.

Vermouth blushed, nodded slightly, and asked in a firefly voice.

"What are you doing here? Where's Lan?"

The male police officer leaned over to take off her headphones. When the earmuffs fell off her long golden hair, some lewd sounds could indeed be heard coming out of them.

Vermouth lowered her head, and the male policeman looked at her rosy and tender earlobes. He felt his heart beating wildly, as if it was going to jump out of his chest.

He quickly recited a few legal provisions in his mind, turned down the volume of his headphones, put them aside, and explained his purpose.

Vermouth naturally knew this was the case, and she pursed her lips gently, her voice as soft as a mosquito's.

"Well, then... come and touch it."

"!!!"

The male policeman felt his scalp tingling all of a sudden, and he stretched out his right hand forward with some trembling.

The policewoman pushed him away, and her fingers took the lead to touch the fair and delicate skin.

"........."

Vermouth asked the male police officer to verify it, naturally following the principle that Xiaolan had mentioned before - to make the most of human shame. She estimated that the male police officer would withdraw his hand as soon as he touched her cheek.

As a result, you, a policewoman, come here...

Huh?
Vermouth found that the result seemed to be similar. The policewoman's expression was clearly the same as that of a nympho, but in the end he still just touched her lightly and then withdrew his touch.

It was as if she was some fragile porcelain that she dared not touch easily.

"Just try a little harder, it's okay."

Vermouth said softly.

Her idea was the same as Xiaolan's. If she was going to verify it, she should verify it once and for all to avoid being suspected later. Otherwise, all the effort would be in vain.

"Really...Is it really possible?"

There were little stars in the policewoman's eyes.

Vermouth had a bad feeling in her heart, but she nodded slightly.

Then, she saw the nympho's evil smile...

Ten seconds later, the male policeman couldn't bear it anymore, so he pulled his colleague up, pulled up the photo of Mizuki Hotaru from his mobile phone, and asked Vermouth to face him for comparison.

"Do you need me to remove my makeup?"

Seeing the male police officer constantly looking up and down to compare, Vermouth twisted her body and said shyly, "Hey... could you please bring me a basin of water? I'm not feeling well right now."

To be honest, the male police officer originally had such an idea, but after hearing what Vermouth proposed herself, he quickly shook his head.

"No, no, I'm just... uh... a little surprised."

The male police officer scratched his head and said with a wry smile: "Mr. Shuiyue, in the photo I have here, you..."

"Feel sorry."

Vermouth lowered her eyebrows slightly: "When I am like this, can you call me Firefly?"

The male police officer was slightly stunned, and immediately nodded: "I'm sorry, Mr. Liuying... No, Miss Liuying, in the photo, you seem to have black hair and black pupils."

Using different titles to separate one's state when dressed as a woman from one's daily life, the male police officer has understood this operation very well since he discovered the other side of his female colleague on Twitter.

But it is our duty to ask the questions that need to be asked.

Even after seeing Vermouth's appearance and comparing it with the photo, he was already 80% sure that it was the same person.

However, the abnormalities in hair and eye color are still too obvious, and other possibilities cannot be ruled out.

Then.

Didn’t Xiaolan and Vermouth notice such an obvious flaw?

Why no disguise?

Vermouth whispered, "That... is a wig and colored contact lenses. Officer, you can take them off for verification."

Her tone sounded quite helpless, as if something beautiful was about to slip away from her and she was powerless to stop it.

This made the policewoman glare at her colleague fiercely, but she still had no choice but to bend over and feel around the edge of Vermouth's head, and indeed, she took off a wig.

The long golden hair faded away in the sunlight, revealing a head of not-too-long black hair.

Vermouth's eyes immediately became flustered, and finally she even closed them in pain.

The male police officer compared the photos carefully and found that the similarity increased immediately when the hairstyle changed. He was now 99% sure that the person in front of him was Mizuki Hotaru.

Seeing her colleague nod, the policewoman quickly and carefully put on the wig for Vermouth and gently straightened it for her.

Vermouth let out a long breath and slowly opened her eyes. There was a little crystal in the corner of her eyes, reflecting the sunlight.

"The box of contact lenses is on the dressing table in the cloakroom, the one that's shaped like a blue crystal. Officer, please..."

"No need, we have already confirmed it."

Seeing that his colleagues had no objection, the male police officer put away his phone and looked around the house: "We still need to conduct a routine check to confirm whether there are other people or dangerous items hiding in the house. Please understand."

Vermouth hesitated for a few seconds and asked timidly, "Do you need a body search?"

"Um... probably not necessary."

The male policeman took a few glances at the red ropes tightly tied around Vermouth's body and thought, Miss, there is no place to hide anything on your body now.

Of course, the main reason is that their target is people, and dangerous items are just a by-product.

After all, even if there are bullet shells at the shooting scene, if someone throws them into the fire escape, you won’t be able to find the source.

After a while, the inspection of the master bedroom was completed.

Apart from some rather ambiguous things, the two policemen naturally got nothing.

"Do you need me to help you recover?" asked the policewoman.

Vermouth hesitated for a moment and shook her head slightly.

Even for an old hand like her, if she continued in the same state as before, she would be unable to control herself.

especially……

The person who kidnapped her before was Angel.

If you don't finish the inspection in time, things will definitely get worse.

The policewoman sighed with regret and walked towards the door. Seeing her colleague standing there without moving, she looked over in confusion and heard:
"Ms. Liuying, can I ask you for your name next time I'm in Kabukicho?"

"!!!!!!"

The policewoman was stunned for a moment. She never expected that this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who looks so righteous, is actually so wild in your heart!
Vermouth was also slightly stunned, but soon she smiled gently.

"If I were there, of course."

Anyway, it is Yingsheng's reputation that is ruined. For this bastard who led Angel astray, Vermouth is happy to throw more dirty water on him.

The door opens and then closes.

This time, without the sound insulation of the headphones, Vermouth could clearly hear the noise outside.

When she found out that Kogoro Mouri was also outside, she immediately became nervous for Xiaolan and hoped that Kogoro Mouri would not rush in on impulse.

But she changed her mind and realized that by doing this, she was putting a label of "sissy" on Mizuki Yingsheng's head that she could never take off.

If Maori Kogoro couldn't stand this and didn't allow Angel to continue dating him, wouldn't her original goal be achieved? Thinking of this, she began to look forward to Maori Kogoro coming in again.

He also planned to wait for Kogoro Mori to come in, and then act as weak and unmanly as possible.

I must make Kogoro Mouri hate Mizuki Hotaru to the extreme in one fell swoop!
pity.

When the door was pushed open again, the person Vermouth saw was Xiaolan, not Maori Kogoro, which made her quite disappointed.

Of course, I wasn’t disappointed to see Angel.

Xiaolan walked towards the bed and said, "I'm surprised, Miss Chris, you didn't ask them to help you untie the rope."

“Angel, you tied it yourself, so of course only you can untie it.” Vermouth twisted her upper body slightly, with some distress on her face, “Angel, you tied it too tight, it makes me very…”

"Shh-"

Xiaolan put one finger to her lips and chuckled, "Don't say that, or something bad might happen."

"Well...if it's with Angel, I'd be happy to do that."

“But some people won’t be happy about it.”

"Oh, I really envy that bastard Shuiyue Yingsheng, but he is not worth your efforts at all, Angel."

"Hmm... Honestly, I don't think I've contributed anything. If you want to talk about villains, I'm actually closer to them."

"Eh? How come? Angel, you…"

"Okay, okay, I don't want to talk about these topics with you." Xiaolan loosened the red rope on Vermouth a little, but did not remove it completely. "In order to prevent them from making a comeback, I can only temporarily inconvenience you, Miss Chris."

The black yukata contrasted with the whiteness of Xiaolan's neck. Vermouth was inexplicably distracted for a moment and sighed softly.

"Angel, did you take a bath earlier in order to direct the police's thoughts to this aspect in the first place?"

Xiaolan nodded: "Of course, if you look like this and I act as if nothing happened, wouldn't it be too suspicious?"

Another point is that she smelled of dirt at the time, so she naturally needed to be washed, lest someone in the police force had a keen nose and discovered the problem by following the clues.

"Your acting skills are amazing, Angel. I think you are also suitable for disguise."

"Will you teach me?"

"Of course, if you want to learn."

Vermouth's tone was sincere, as if she had simply discovered a good seedling and wanted to take him in as her successor.

"Well……"

Xiaolan tapped her chin with her finger: "Is this a deal?"

"Alas, Angel, I really wish you could be more innocent. But to be honest, yes, Mizuki Hotaru has always wanted to capture me alive, isn't it just for the disguise technique? I think I still have some value, and I don't want to die, especially when I can be with you."

"Not if you keep cooperating like you are now."

Snapped--!
As soon as Xiaolan finished speaking, she heard the sound of something falling in the living room, and she hurried outside again.

"The plasticine I used to cover the ceiling fell off. Wait a minute."

Xiaolan quickly returned and handed the white, soft thing in her hand to Vermouth.

"It's not sticky now, what's going on?"

Vermouth took a look at the thing, and the corner of her eye twitched slightly: "Angel, do you know how difficult it is to prepare this kind of disguise material? You actually used it to cover the bullet marks on the ceiling? Can't you just find a piece of paper?"

"Time is of the essence, so of course we have to use whatever we have. Besides, the white paper and the ceiling are made of different materials, and the colors are slightly different."

Xiaolan squeezed the thing in her hand and found it was quite chewy, just like slime.

She laughed and said, "I rubbed this all over the white wall, and the color became almost the same as the ceiling. It also doesn't reflect light, so it's perfect for filling gaps. I also used it to fill the bullet holes on the balcony."

"........."

Vermouth felt that Xiaolan was wasting such a gift, but when she thought about how quickly Xiaolan reacted, she felt happy for her.

"As expected of my Angel, she is so smart."

"........."

Xiaolan silently took a step back. Why did she feel a sense of maternal love from this guy?

Vermouth looked at the white slime: "I had a small blue bottle with me before, I can use that potion to soften it again."

Xiaolan nodded, ran to the cloakroom to get a gas mask, put it on, and started using the medicine to soften the material and fill the ceiling again.

The door of the master bedroom was not closed. Vermouth saw her like this from afar and felt helpless.

"Angel, is it necessary to doubt me like this? What on earth does that bastard Shuiyue Yingsheng teach you every day?"

"I don't think it's wrong to stay alert at all times. What if there's a volatile anesthetic in there?"

Xiaolan snorted lightly, washed her hands, took off her mask, and went to the master bedroom with a box of toothpicks.

She took out a toothpick, pointed it at the nail gap of her left index finger, gestured with it, and sneered at Vermouth.

"Where is Ying now? What did you do to him? Don't force me to torture him."

Vermouth smiled slightly: "He's probably dead now, Angel, what do you say, from now on, I live as him?"

"It's indeed a good idea."

With a cold smile in her eyes, Xiaolan walked to the bed, turned Vermouth over, pinched one of her fingers tied behind her back, and put the toothpick over.

"You think I can't do it?"

"Hey, Angel, Shuiyue Yingsheng doesn't think of you as a lover at all. He is training you as an agent."

"three."

"what?"

"two."

"..."

Vermouth was helpless, but she knew that things had developed to this point, and there seemed to be no need for her to hide anything, so she said: "I didn't say I would fight to the bitter end, but I really only know that he is being tortured by the organization now, and I don't know where he is."

Xiaolan turned her over again: "I want to know everything from beginning to end."

As the bride's skirt fluttered, many white feathers were gently blown in the house, dancing in the sunshine.

This was also a small prop they had used before to enhance a certain atmosphere, and it came from Yingsheng's goose feather pillow.

Vermouth was lying on the bed, looking up at Xiaolan's clear eyes among the flying feathers in the sky.

The coldness in those eyes, and...

In the end, that trace of worry and pity could not be completely erased.

In a trance, Vermouth thought, is this what an angel should look like?

Powerful, holy, gentle and indifferent...

"one."

"I'll tell you right away!"

Her reverie was suddenly interrupted, and after Vermouth muttered to herself, "Angel is so strong now," she began to talk about what she had done in the past few days.

Everything starts from the ocean buoy!

Last Sunday, after Vermouth escaped from Tsuburaya-cho, she thought that her pill of drug A had completely cut off Kudo Shinichi's chance of survival. She was quite disheartened and blamed herself for a long time.

But after all, she was not a young person who regarded love as everything in her life. She quickly cheered up and started to think about what to do next.

If Cool Guy dies, then Angel will be everything in her life, and nothing can happen to him!

According to Vermouth:
1. When she was disguised as Yuzuki Kiyoko, Hotaru whispered in her ear: Kudo Shinichi likes Shirley;

Second, in Toru Amuro's confession, he mentioned that he had been asked by Hotaru to find Taku Itakura to make a game;
3. On Sunday morning, Yingsheng and Qingzi appeared together.

To sum up, Vermouth can roughly conclude that there is something wrong with Mizutsuki Hotaru.

There is even a big problem, that is the mastermind behind it!

Even though she still couldn't be 100% sure about this, she could at least conclude that Yingsheng was an "unstable element".

How can such a person be allowed to get close to Angel?
In addition, Yingsheng was originally a member of the winery and his hands were stained with blood. So, even if all the previous speculations were wrong, his death would be in vain.

It can even be considered as eliminating harm to the people.

However, if the previous guess is correct, then Mizuki Hotsei is definitely a guy with terrifying strength. How can he be killed?

With the skill of disguise in hand, Vermouth is undoubtedly an assassination master.

She knew that Yingsheng often ate out, so it would not be difficult to poison him to death as long as she waited for the right opportunity.

however.

Vermouth is well aware of how much Xiaolan cares about Hotaru.

It is even more clear that when a person dies, the impression of him in the lover's heart will become more and more perfect as time goes by.

And from her observation, although Mizutsuki Hotaru is a scumbag, he is actually able to be loyal and affectionate, and his kindness to everyone is almost impeccable.

Angel would not only feel heartbroken if such a person died suddenly, but it is foreseeable that Angel would not be able to forget him for a long time.

Vermouth definitely doesn't want to see this kind of development.

So, she decided to kill Hotaru socially before killing him physically.

Let Angel see the true face of Shuiyue Yingsheng and leave him on her own initiative. Then kill him and everything will be solved.

So how can we reveal the true identity of Shuiyue Yingsheng?
Find the woman who has always been hiding in his shadow - Yuzuki Kiyoko.

How can I find her?
After a moment's thought, Vermouth called Toru Amuro.

"I have something to ask you," she said.

Toru Amuro is an elite in the police force and an ace undercover agent. How could he fail to knock out Vermouth, let her jump off his shoulder, and escape easily?

In fact, the reason why Vermouth was able to escape in Tsuburaya Town was because Toru Amuro weighed the pros and cons and decided that the benefits of handing Vermouth over to the winery were not as great as letting her stay outside.

After all, he did that mainly to regain the winery's trust, and that was about the extent of it at the time.

And leave Vermouth outside, so that you can catch him again when you have a chance, and then you can hand in the zero group.

So, they reached a secret deal.

Everyone in Tsuburaya Town that day was deceived by these two people.

After learning from Toru Amuro about the police's extremely efficient way to find people - the ocean buoy, Vermouth immediately took action.

At that time, there were thunder and lightning in Tokyo and Ebina City.

Green willow and thousands of white flowers, reborn.

(End of this chapter)