Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 96 Intrusion
First and foremost, the three new code names heard from Gin.

Rum!

Pisco!
Shirley!

Ever since he learned the code names of Gin and Vodka last time, Conan has made a point to learn more about alcohol.

Rum, a sugarcane distillate, is a traditional Cuban alcoholic beverage.

Pisco is a wine produced in Peru and is also a distilled spirit.

Sherry is a sweet white grape wine produced in Spain.

From what Gin said, we can learn that Shirley should be a woman.

Is it possible to use strong liquor as a male code and sweet wine as a female code?
From Gin's special instructions to Vodka, it seems that he is a guy who is not easy to mess with.
Conan couldn't help but think of Pu Si Qinglan, who was also an extremely dangerous female criminal. Could she be another similar lunatic?
As he learned more and more code names, Conan's mind became more and more profound, and he got a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of this huge organization.

They have members with various code names, clear division of labor, and complete intelligence and logistics work.

If his guess was correct, they probably also had people responsible for making money and researching technology.

"Could the medicine Gin was talking about be the same one he fed me when I was knocked unconscious?" The voice of Kudo Shinichi in my mind became alert.

"That's probably the case." Conan frowned, "But what does he mean by 'there is no medicine available now'?"

Did something happen to the researchers? Or did they lose access to purchase?

Conan couldn't help but care. After all, in addition to fighting for justice, his biggest obsession in dealing with the Black Organization was to get the medicine from them, and then study it to see if he could make an antidote that would allow him to turn back into an adult.

If something unexpected really happened, where would he get the medicine?

Do I have to grow up from elementary school student again?

Then Xiaolan really became a "sister".

"I remember Gin said that we were going to the Haido City Hotel before 6 o'clock. He should be planning to assassinate someone there." Kudo Shinichi grasped the key point. "It's 3 o'clock in the afternoon now. Three hours is enough for us to get there."

As a detective, he obviously wasn't going to sit idly by.

On this point, Conan and Kudo Shinichi have the same idea.

"Since the time and location are so accurate, it is very likely that there is some collective activity."

Conan took out his cell phone and started looking for relevant information on the Internet.

Soon, he saw a message about the "Memorial Service for Director Sakamaki".

“The memorial will fit in well with their love of black clothes.”

Conan came to a conclusion and set off immediately.

Vermouth held a glass of wine and looked with boredom at the "big shots" in the conference hall who were flattering each other with hypocritical smiles.

She shook the glass of aromatized wine in front of her, which looked a little thick due to being stored for too long, and looked at the dazzling and gorgeous crystal chandelier above her head through the light yellow wine.

She was attracted by the sound of a crowd around her. She turned around and found a strange person.

The reason why he was called a weird person was that he had an exaggerated clown makeup painted on his face with bright oil paints, but his hair was neatly combed back and dyed a bright green color that could not be ignored.

Compared with this weird makeup, his neat white suit didn't seem so abrupt. In this memorial service where everyone was dressed in black, it was the only distinctive color, and it was no wonder that the guests were whispering.

The clown danced with a unique rhythm and took an empty wine glass and a whole bottle of dry vermouth from the tray as he passed by the waiter.

"Oh, a beautiful lady with special tastes."

He stopped in front of Vermouth, leaned close to her delicate face, then called out in an exaggerated manner and filled the wine glass in his hand.

Vermouth suppressed a frown, seeing a bit of indifference in the eyes of this weirdo who was so close to her that she felt uncomfortable.
Not a living person.

"Sorry, I don't understand Japanese."

Vermouth quickly controlled her expression, smiled politely, spoke quickly in English, and then planned to stay away from this weird guy.

However, the clown spoke in a fluent London accent and said in a deep and sexy voice: "It's okay, I know a little English."

He raised the full glass, and his movement made people suspect that the wine was about to overflow, but despite his fear, not a drop leaked out.

"Vermouth is a great wine." He raised the glass in front of him and sniffed it intoxicatedly, as if he was tasting a fine work of art.

He stopped suddenly, as if the freeze button was pressed, then made a sad expression and poured a whole glass of wine onto the carpet without any regret.

“But if it’s stored for too long, it will inevitably develop a regrettable rotten smell that makes it hard to appreciate it.”

Vermouth became alert, her intuition told her that this clown who came to her for no apparent reason was not accidental, but was plotting something.

This warning reached its peak when he mentioned "Vermouth".

"Beautiful lady, may I have the honor of inviting you to dinner with me?" The clown suddenly bowed slightly and said in a funny tone.

Vermouth narrowed her eyes and put on a peaceful smile, but she responded sharply: "I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of dating weirdos."

"Well, I hope you can keep up this sense of humor." The clown said this meaningfully, then stepped back without any reluctance and sat down at the table closest to the center of the venue.

His unique attire made the guests around him frown and they kept their distance from him.

A unique pattern was formed in the venue: although it was the best central location, it was occupied by only one lonely clown.

A small number of guests have quietly approached the waiters and security guards, demanding that this suspicious guy be kicked out, but the staff looked at each other, worried that it might be some big shot with fickle tastes who was doing art.

After all, there were quite a few big names in the art world attending this memorial service, and the entrance check was very strict. The fact that this person was able to enter the venue already explained part of the problem.

In the end, they did not dare to act rashly.

Even if some suspicious person really sneaked in, it was the mistake made by the colleagues in charge of admission and had nothing to do with them.

Thus began this very important celebrity memorial service.

Here, there are household-name musicians, presidents of companies with strong capital; thriving new writers, internationally renowned legendary actresses; high-ranking university professors, and even key figures in the political elite.

The only bright spot standing out from the crowd, located in the very center, was a clown with strange behavior.

He was sitting alone in the middle, crossing his legs comfortably, with his hands crossed in front of his knees, as if waiting for a good show to begin.

(End of this chapter)