Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 385: Brutal Bourbon! The Death of Curacao!
10:20am, Suntec City Shopping Centre.

Kuroba Kaito didn't quite understand why Koizumi Akako sent him an email to tell him the location of Vermouth.

But since this was the goal they had set in Tokyo, of course he would come and give it a try.

It can only be considered an attempt because Xiaolan and Gin also came here.

The good news is that the two people did not get together, and Xiaolan's purpose of capturing Vermouth was not consistent with that of the winery.

Kuroba Kaito thought that he had a chance to find Vermouth first, but the bad news was that there were too many people here.

Even high-end luxury stores are crowded with people. No matter whether you can afford it or not, it doesn't matter if you just take a look.

What's more, Singapore is now a mixed bag, and maybe some hero will open a copy for free. By then, you can take advantage of the situation and make some extra money.

The above was not Kuroba Kaito's malicious speculation, but what he actually heard from the two people chatting at the door.

The two men were sitting on the ground holding their phones and watching the live broadcast of the martial arts competition. From the sound of the external speaker, they could hear that the fight was going on fiercely over there.

Kuroba Kaito couldn't say he knew Vermouth very well, but he knew that she was a beauty.

Smelling the strange smell of various perfumes, sweat, instant noodles, etc. in the air, Kuroba Kaito was quite skeptical. Would Vermouth really come to such a place?
Even if she needs to hide her whereabouts, with her disguise skills, she can appear anywhere openly.

Anyway, no one would tear off passers-by's faces anytime and anywhere.

I looked at the email again. There was a bird's-eye view photo in the attachment. It showed an urban office lady wearing black-framed glasses. The text in the body said that she was Vermouth's current disguised face.

Kuroba Kaito asked the salesgirl who was looking at her phone with a look of despair about the location of the monitoring room, but when he got there, he found that the door was guarded by two burly men in black suits.

He estimated that he was a peripheral member of the winery, so he could only look for him with his naked eyes from the periphery while keeping an eye on the movements of the winery.

About twenty minutes later, Kuroba Kaito spotted some people in black suits who looked like members of the brewery gathering in a certain direction.

He looked over there. The glass exterior of the skyscraper was quite dazzling in the sunlight. Through the tightly intertwined light and shadow, the blue sky and surrounding buildings were clearly reflected behind it.

Suntec City Tower 1.

Kuroba Kaito immediately followed and looked up from the bottom of the building. The floors seemed to extend endlessly upwards until they disappeared in the dazzling sunlight.

And under the sunlight, on the edge of the building, is there a small black dot?

Kuroba Kaito had a bad feeling in his heart, so he ran into the lobby on the first floor and took a look. He found that the elevator door was also guarded by two burly men in black suits, so he immediately turned around and ran towards Tower No. 2.

At the same time, on the rooftop 180 meters above the ground, looking at the figure on the edge of the building, Gin took out a cigarette after a long absence.

However, after he put the cigarette in his mouth, he did not light it. Vodka bent down to light it for him, and he waved his hand.

"Vermouth, surrender, you have nowhere to escape." said Gin.

There were many obstacles on the rooftop, including water tanks, pipes, high-voltage electrical boxes, and central air-conditioning outdoor units, but at this time they were all occupied by armed peripheral members of the winery.

There was still room for the other side to maneuver, but now there is only a small area on the edge of the roof.

Under the aim of so many guns, unless she was invulnerable, the so-called turning around would only allow her to barely decide where she would fall.

The long silver hair fluttered in the wind. The tall urban office lady looked back at the edge of the rooftop, with a calm look on her pretty face.

"How did the organization find me?" she asked.

"It was Mizuki Hotaru's people who found you. I don't know the specific method." Gin threw a keypad to her, "Boss has something to tell you."

The phone rang in the air. She raised her hand to take the phone and turned on the speakerphone after answering the call.

"Why did you betray the organization? Vermouth."

A cold and hoarse electronic sound came out of the loudspeaker, which made people inexplicably think of a black crow speaking human words on a dead branch under the blood moon.

Toru Amuro, who was leaning against the water tower and smoking, had a gloomy look in his eyes. He held the silver-gray HK-P7M8 in his right hand, and his index finger kept tapping the edge of the trigger.

The urban OL was silent for a moment. "I will never forget your kindness, but I think I have done enough over the years. Now I just want to take a break for a while. And I did not betray the organization. I did not leak any information that was detrimental to the organization, nor did I cause any harm to the organization."

"Wasn't the person who shot Binga yours?" asked the Boss.

"That's Mizuki Hotaru's man. He has a shadow, not Yuzuki Kiyoko, but another masked girl. I have also been investigating her identity recently." said the urban OL.

"Where is Curacao?" Boss asked again.

"In fact, I am Curacao. You have found the wrong person." The urban OL took off her black-framed glasses, put them on the parapet behind her, and pulled her face skin. After letting go, it was still tight, and her expression did not change at all. It was definitely her true appearance.

Gin narrowed his eyes slightly, "In other words, you cooperated with Vermouth, and after she found something wrong, she abandoned you?"

"The original plan was that she would disguise herself as me and go with me to find Rum, saying that I had found a way to escape and subdue her. This would probably fool that idiot Rum." The cat-like heterochromatic eyes of the Curacao Persian calmly swept over the people on the rooftop, "But unfortunately, something unexpected happened."

Rum spoke angrily in the communication channel, and Amuro Toru helped him convey: "Lord Rum said that you remembered things that were detrimental to the organization and were going to be shot by Vermouth. It was the Lord who saved you. Not only did you not know how to be grateful, you also cooperated with the enemy. You are shameless."

"The people who saved me were the organization, but the people who wanted to kill me were also the organization. This is nothing but a reign of terror. Do you still want me to be grateful?" Curacao looked at Gin. "And if we talk about collaborating with the enemy, isn't this Mr. Kurosawa even more excessive?"

"Suigetsu Hotaru did cause some damage to the organization, but it can also bring greater benefits." Gin threw away the cigarette and took out two pieces of chewing gum. "The same goes for you, Curacao. There is still a chance to turn back."

"Vermouth is keeping in touch with you now, so it's probably impossible for you to help us catch her."

"But you can at least tell us your plan, why you want to cooperate with Vermouth, and what she wants to do."

Gin was not very familiar with Curacao, and after knowing that she was not Vermouth, he felt a little bored.

"Vermouth asks you, have you quit smoking?" Curacao said.

"Nicotine will affect my nerves and make the situation worse." Gin glanced at the flavor on the box: tropical mango, just so-so.

"Curaçao, no matter what conditions Vermouth gives you, Lord Rum can satisfy you." Amuro Toru glanced at Gin and put out the cigarette.

A smile finally broke out on Curacao's usually cold face, as if the ice had suddenly melted, revealing an exceptionally moving look in the sunshine.

"free."

"Sunlight."

“Can the organization satisfy me?”

A blurry figure suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. The man was facing the sunset, leaning on the red roof and exhaling a puff of cigarette.

"This organization is rubbish, I've had enough of it."

"Let's leave here together, Curacao. After all, we are related by blood."

……

……

Toru Amuro fell into silence.

It is definitely a good thing for him, an undercover public security agent, that there are people in the dark organization who yearn for light, but his role at this moment is that of a ruthless member of the organization.

The incident happened suddenly and happened abroad, and there were also a group of organization members there, so it was impossible for him to save people even if he wanted to.

"I remembered."

Gin put his hands in his pockets, "Curaçao, you really seem to be a kind-hearted guy."

"Last Tuesday, Rum sent you to infiltrate the Metropolitan Police Department when it was in chaos to find out the list of undercover agents in the organization. You met a group of children. They seemed to think you were a police officer and got along well with you."

"Later, you were discovered by the police, and you used them to easily escape from the Metropolitan Police Department. You also invited them to the Toudou Aquarium Park to play for an afternoon, and finally had eel rice together."

"Is it right?"

Everyone at the scene was stunned.

Curacao's pupils shrank suddenly, "Why do you know this?!"

"Because someone's people also sneaked into the Metropolitan Police Department at that time, trying to steal maple leaf gold coins, but they didn't find the gold coins, but they met you. She found out that you were being hunted by the police, so she followed you for a while out of curiosity." Gin said casually, "As for why I know..."

"Heh, some boring guy said that if the scales of justice split me in two, then the other side would definitely be you, a woman with a gentle personality."

"To be honest, I'm quite surprised to connect you to this matter. You've always been a tough guy."

"Why? Did she fall in love with someone? Her personality softened and her maternal instinct increased?"

"Come to think of it, when you were with them, your guard was down so much that you didn't even notice someone was watching you."

Gin didn't say the name, but everyone knew that it was another person born under the name Mizuki Hotaru.

Curacao's pupils trembled, but after a moment he said in a very stiff tone: "The relationship between you and Liuying is definitely not as simple as you said. Gin, you are a couple, right? You are the one who betrayed the organization the most!"

"I told you it was just a casual chat. I didn't expect that person to be you." Even though a group of people looked at him with different looks, Gin remained calm. "Rum, what was the result of Curacao's last mission? Did she find the list?"

"No! She said there is no undercover list in the Metropolitan Police Department!" Rum also used an electronic voice, but it sounded very gnashing.

"It seems that this is why you were touched by the innocent child." Gin laughed, "You are so lucky to be saved like this. Curacao, how about changing your career to become an elementary school teacher? Maybe it will be a good fit for you."

"?????"

A group of people were full of question marks, thinking that Gin might have lost his mind and that there was nothing wrong with Curacao.

"Gin, could it be that you are also moved by Liuying's love? He is a man." Rum said coldly.

"Curaçao, hand over the undercover list. This is your last chance. You don't want anything to happen to those kids, do you?" Amuro Toru's eyes were cold, and his index finger was already on the trigger.

Damn it, how lax were the Metropolitan Police Department's defenses? People were able to sneak in and out so easily, and we couldn't catch a single person.

And there are two of them!
There is also an undercover list. Is there any need for this kind of thing other than making it more difficult for them to go undercover?!

What a stupid teammate!

Toru Amuro has decided to kill Curacao as soon as he finds the chance. This is for himself, for the Japanese police, and for the vast number of undercover compatriots in the organization!
Gin glanced at Toru Amuro and said nothing.

Curacao stared at Amuro Toru, "Bourbon, you are so disgusting!"

Amuro Toru had a blank expression on his face. "Gin, could you please ask the names of those children over there?"

Gin clicked his tongue and fished out his phone, "Those brats seemed to have gone to the Metropolitan Police Department to ask Edogawa Conan why he didn't go to school. His specific name..." "Raise your hands!"

"Don't move!"

"shot!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! !
Gin's words were interrupted. He looked up and saw Curacao leaning against the parapet, his body sliding down weakly.

Several red plum blossoms had bloomed on her white shirt, and blood was flowing from the corners of her pale mouth. The dagger in her right hand fell to the ground with a "click", splashing a few drops of her own blood.

She wanted to commit suicide, but just as the tip of the dagger pierced her heart, she was deprived of her ability to move by a series of gunshots.

However, the goal has been achieved.

I don't know whose bullet just hit her heart. Her consciousness has begun to blur and she will definitely not survive.

At this time, the sun was clearly high in the sky, but in a trance, the dazzling light turned into a soft sunset.

……

……

The red roof was too narrow, so Curacao had to lie down. Before she could say anything, someone next to her handed her a can of cold beer.

She took it but didn't drink it. She just put it aside and watched the sunset quietly.

"Do you think the organization is a place where you can come and go as you please?"

"Ha, isn't it?"

The hoarse voice laughed, "Liu Ying, he messed up the organization all by himself, and the organization couldn't do anything about him. Shirley, Junerick, Gil, Vermouth, they betrayed for so long, has the organization found them?"

The man with cornrows took off his sunglasses and placed them on the eaves, then tilted his head to look toward Curacao.

"I'm serious, Curacao. I have connections with Vermouth, and I can also use Interpol to forge my identity. We can leave the organization at any time if you want."

"And then live your life in anonymity?" Curacao asked.

"Ha, is there any difference between that and what we have now? There is no idiot above us." Binga took a sip of beer, "The organization's power is just like that. If we go abroad, even without disguise, the organization will not be able to find us."

"To the country?"

"I don't even need to. The ocean buoy can erase any trace of anyone in the surveillance. I just need to leave a backdoor inside, and it won't be a problem for me to dance under the surveillance at the entrance of the organization's base." Binga smiled. "Besides, even someone like Gin has betrayed them. It's hard to say how long the organization can survive."

"Liuying is also a member of the organization." Curacao said.

"Okay, shall we go?" Binga asked.

"Where do you want to go?"

“Go to Naples, Italy, to the foot of Mount Vesuvius, where there are wilderness-like sandy beaches, a sea that is blue to black, and water birds flying through the sky, their wings sparkling in the sun.” Binga raised his beer high and saluted the sunset.

"And this, the red light of the setting sun spreads over the entire sea, extending between the sea and the sky like a leaping flame."

"This scene has appeared in my dreams many times. I think that must be your hometown."

Curacao was silent for a moment, unzipped the beer pull tab, and also held it high to salute the sunset.

"Let's build a Ferris wheel there."

"it is good."

"We are going to have three children, one of which will be a girl."

"it is good."

"Then it's settled."

The beer cans collided gently, splashing white foam on the seashore in the afterglow of the setting sun.

……

……

Naples, which I haven’t seen for a long time, the sea breeze at night is so gentle.

With the endless sound of waves beating, it slowly rose from the bottom of the heart and blew away Curacao's frown.

The long-lost peace reappeared in his heart, and Curacao suddenly remembered the vision of the Sapphire Fist he had seen before.

She is about to return to her mother's arms.

Gin glanced at Curacao who was gradually sitting on the ground and frowned slightly, "Who shot him in the heart?"

The people who had just fired the shots all shook their heads, not daring to take the responsibility.

Toru Amuro looked at the clouds in the sky and took out another cigarette and lit it.

Gin looked at him with a gloomy look in his eyes, "Bourbon, you shouldn't have provoked her just now. Control her first, then torture her. Whether it's the undercover list that you care about the most, or Vermouth's information, we can get it."

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect her to be so weak." Amuro Toru said calmly, "If you suspect I'm an undercover agent, well, I am, but that's in the past."

"Everyone who fired a shot before, hand over your guns. Vodka, register everyone accordingly." Gin took off his gloves and walked towards the fallen Curacao.

Vodka knew that Gin wanted to do a ballistic analysis on the bullet that hit Curacao's heart, so he quickly agreed and said, "Brother, let the medical department take out the bullet, so as not to dirty your hands. I will personally watch them and will not let them have the chance to switch bullets."

"Take them down first, I'll be there later." Gin squatted in front of Curacao.

Toru Amuro frowned slightly, feeling that Gin was now more difficult to deal with than before. He took a deep puff of his cigarette and was about to be the first to leave the rooftop.

"Curaçao can still be saved! Gin has the Quinoa Resurrection Pill!"

Vermouth's cold voice suddenly sounded in the organization's communication channel. Amuro Toru paused and turned to look at Gin.

Gin didn't even turn his head and said calmly, "Vodka, no one is allowed to approach here. Anyone who moves is a traitor and will be killed on the spot."

Vodka grinned and looked straight at Amuro Toru, "I understand, big brother."

Amuro Toru chuckled, "I never thought it was your credit again, Gin."

After saying that, he was still the first to go downstairs.

At the same time, he immediately took out his mobile phone, edited the message at the speed of light, and sent it out.

Snapped--!
Suddenly, a big hand pressed down hard on my shoulder.

The tall Vodka leaned forward slightly, smiling, "Bourbon, what are you talking about?"

Amuro Toru raised his phone and said calmly, "This is my first time going abroad. Is it okay to send a tweet?"

"Oh, is that so? Then send more. I just came here to ask you for the gun." Vodka glanced at the location information below the tweet and smiled.

"I am also a code member. The one just hit was Curacao's right shoulder." Amuro Toru's voice was cold.

"Sorry, this is my brother's order." Vodka clenched his right palm lightly. With his current body size, he had tremendous strength.

Toru Amuro glanced at Vodka for a few seconds, sneered, took out a bright silver M1911, and raised his hand slightly.

"You mean, Gin's orders are higher than the organization's?"

"Is this the only gun you have? Do you have a spare one?" Vodka asked instead of answering.

"Enough, Vodka! Bourbon can't be an undercover." Rum spoke in a deep voice on the communication channel.

"You were standing behind everyone just now, and there's a good chance you were up to something. Bourbon, I need to search you." Vodka ignored Rum's words.

"Cough cough..."

The crow's electronic voice let out two slight coughs.

Gin finally spoke up: "That's it, Vodka, the process of elimination is the same anyway, and maybe it's just that someone's shooting skills are really bad."

Vodka let go of his hand and showed an honest smile, "Sorry, sorry, Master Bourbon, please go downstairs."

Toru Amuro sneered and put the pistol into the outer pocket of his large custom-made Vodka suit.

"This is the only one. If you don't believe me, let Gin come and search me."

After saying that, he turned and went downstairs.

Vodka glanced at his back, then looked away, pulled out a note from his pocket, wrote Bourbon's name on it and stuck it on the M1911, then continued to collect other people's guns.

Vermouth sneered in the communication channel, "Vodka, are you loyal to the organization or to Gin?"

"Big brother is loyal to the organization."

Vodka only said this one sentence, and then ignored whatever Vermouth said.

"Vermouth, since you keep saying that you have never harmed the organization, instigated members to defect, or prevented the organization from obtaining the undercover list, what does this mean?" Boss spoke again.

"First of all, I have never instigated Curacao to rebel. Secondly, sir, can you give me the information about that medicine?" said Vermouth.

The communication channel fell into silence.

It was not until a loud gunshot suddenly rang out from high in the sky that someone broke the silence.

Gin said in a playful tone, "Vermouth, you actually got together with Akai Shuichi, did you join the FBI?"

Vermouth did not respond.

Vodka bent over and returned to the rooftop, and saw Gin squatting behind the parapet, feeding Curacao a red pill.

"Rum, if you continue to be such a loser, you might as well join the FBI." Gin said calmly.

"Reinforcements will be here soon, you guys evacuate that place first!"

Rum's voice sounded like the growl of a wild beast. His dignity had been challenged by too many people!
(End of this chapter)