Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 150 Vermouth's Weakness is Her Red Lips
Haruhiko felt like he had taken a short nap, but he didn't fall asleep completely. It was more like he was half asleep and half awake.

The interface of the rice cooker manual appeared in his field of vision, and the newly acquired entry "Victim of Addictive Drugs" was flashing wildly with a strange light.

The light seemed to be able to swallow up the strong sleepiness that was entangling him.

Gradually, he could hear the sounds from the real world.

It was the voice of a woman making a phone call.

The woman's voice was lazy and seductive, as if it carried a deadly magic. Just listening to her speak would make one want to surrender to her.

Because Haruhiko couldn't fully control his own consciousness, he could only hear a few key words that she uttered from time to time.

Organization, Europe, Gin, Izu, Sherry...

After hearing the word "Shirley", it seemed to trigger some mechanism in his body, directly eliminating the strong feeling of sleepiness.

Haruhiko suddenly woke up.

He found himself lying in the back seat of a car. Judging from the interior of the car, it should be the car that Vermouth had asked him to drive before.

At the same time, all the memories before he fell asleep came flooding back. When he thought of those scenes, Haruhiko's mood suddenly became very low.

No matter what the reason is, no matter what the reason is.

That sad result will not change——

Ai Haibara betrayed him.

Although Haruhiko was very sad, now was not the time to think about it. He had to find a way to escape from the other party first.

Haruhiko narrowed his eyes and looked around.

What came into view was still the familiar environment, but there was a sweet smell of perfume in the air. I don’t know if it was the drug that knocked him out before or something else.

Then he was surprised to find that he was not tied up. Perhaps it was because the other party was too confident in the drug.

Haruhiko controlled his breathing and locked his gaze on the woman in the driver's seat.

The woman had long light golden hair that cascaded down her shoulders over her plump and charming body. She was wearing a dark blue yukata, exactly the same as the one Haibara Ai had worn before.

She held the phone in one hand and a pair of rolled-up black stockings in the other. Her long white legs without a trace of fat were casually draped over the steering wheel. Her toes painted with red nail polish swayed restlessly, fiddling with the amulet hanging above the air-conditioning vent.

A torn human skin mask and short brown hair were casually thrown on the passenger seat.

All these clues are in front of Haruhiko.

This made him have a bold guess in his mind -

The Shirley who had knocked him out before was actually Vermouth in disguise.

But why did she do this? Haruhiko couldn't figure it out for a moment, and he was too lazy to think about it. He decided to teach this woman who had toyed with him time and time again a lesson.

However, Haibara Ai's whereabouts are still unknown, so it is best not to alert the enemy.

Haruhiko waited patiently until Vermouth finished talking to Gin on the phone, and the moment she hung up, he launched his attack.

He picked up the bottle of perfumed anesthetic that was casually thrown on the passenger seat and sprayed it directly on Vermouth's face.

However, Vermouth is not an ordinary person. Although she was attacked by surprise, she still responded.

Before she fainted, she somehow locked all the car doors.

Moreover, there was a constant ticking sound coming from the door shell and ceiling.

When Haruhiko opened it, he discovered that it was already filled with liquid bombs.

This damn woman, I didn't expect she had this skill.

But at least the initiative is still in his hands now. Vermouth herself is also trapped here. Her purpose of detonating this bomb may be to exchange for an opportunity to negotiate with Haruhiko, or to buy time.

Haruhiko had no choice but to wake her up.

However, Vermouth does not have Haruhiko's plug-in that provides such powerful drug resistance.

After she woke up in a daze, she had no strength in her body. Even when she spoke, her tongue was a little lisp because the muscles around her mouth could not exert force.

"Have you been pretending all this time? I didn't expect that you would trick me." Vermouth's face still had that confident expression.

Haruhiko didn't answer her, but asked, "Where's Shirley?"

Vermouth chuckled: "You should think about how to get out of here."

"I'm asking you where is Shirley?" Haruhiko said calmly.

Vermouth sighed: "I admit that your performance is beyond my expectations. I originally wanted to control you in this way, but now, I think we can try to cooperate with each other on an equal footing."

Snapped!
The crisp sound echoed in the car.

Haruhiko's response to Vermouth's solicitation was to give her a hard slap.

A red mark suddenly appeared on Vermouth's delicate facial features, which were of standard European and American descent.

Vermouth's face was full of disbelief: "Do you know what you are doing? You..."

Snapped!
Another slap landed hard on her other cheek.

Vermouth groaned in pain and glared at Haruhiko fiercely, her face still showing that confident expression.

But behind Haruhiko, where he couldn't see, her white little feet were resting on the car door, her toes tightly clasped together, as if she was experiencing something that made her extremely excited.

Haruhiko didn't waste any time talking to her and just threatened to kill her immediately if she didn't obey, but the effect was not very good.

When Haruhiko held the dagger against her neck, Vermouth showed an expression of relief, even a little madness.

This made Haruhiko think about the secret about her and why she never aged.

Could it be that death might actually be a relief for her?

Although the specific reason is unknown, Haruhiko's threat ultimately failed.

"Put down the weapon in your hand and surrender to me. If you want that woman Shirley, I can satisfy you." Vermouth began to negotiate with Haruhiko.

Haruhiko still wanted to take the initiative into his own hands. He frantically thought about how to threaten Vermouth. What was the weakness of this crazy woman?
Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind.

Haruhiko suddenly recalled some of the strange behaviors of Shirley after meeting Vermouth pretending to be Shirley.

She refused his request to carry her to the parking lot and also refused his attempt to write on her leg, although the reasons she gave at the time were very reasonable.

But now that I think about it, it doesn't seem normal.

She...seems reluctant to have her body touched.

But isn't it rumored that Vermouth is a loose woman? She seems to be having an affair with Gin. Is this rumor false?
Haruhiko felt that this might be a breakthrough.

So he tentatively grabbed Vermouth's delicate white legs.

Sure enough, although Vermouth still maintained that condescending attitude, her breathing suddenly became much faster, and there was obvious panic in her beautiful big eyes.

"I think you should tell me Shirley's whereabouts as soon as possible, otherwise I can't guarantee that I will do something irrational." Haruhiko drew circles on her thigh with his fingers.

Vermouth gave a charming smile: "Don't you think this threat is childish? And are you sure this isn't a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth?"

Haruhiko saw through her bluff and pounced on her with a sneer.

Because his goal is to make Vermouth compromise, not to get her, so using that method to put pressure is the best way.

Like a general conquering a territory, he gradually put pressure on her, starting with her fair arms, then her plump thighs, and her nutmeg-like toes...

Finally, move all the way up along the belly button.

Vermouth's body was so limp that she couldn't resist, but her face remained expressionless, not giving Haruhiko any pleasure of conquest.

However, her panicked eyes and the blush on her face showed that she was far from calm. However, no matter how Haruhiko attacked her, she refused to reveal Shirley's whereabouts. Instead, she kept trying to persuade Haruhiko with other conditions.

Haruhiko also noticed that during his attack, Vermouth secretly glanced at the time on the dashboard twice.

Did she make an appointment with someone so that if she didn't show up on time, someone would come to rescue her?

The thought of this possibility made Haruhiko even more anxious.

Haruhiko’s main goal now is to find Haibara Ai, rather than to fight against Vermouth and the people behind her.

If her companions found out that Vermouth was under their control, they would most likely use Haibara Ai as a bargaining chip to negotiate with him, which would be troublesome.

But he has now exhausted all means, but the other party still refuses to compromise.

He didn't want to play that last trump card easily, because if he failed, he would have no chance of using this card to rescue Haibara Ai.

Therefore, Haruhiko's policy has always been to use the terrible consequences as a deterrent to negotiate with the other party.

But now, as time passes by, he has fewer and fewer choices.

Damn it, what should I do?
Haruhiko was burning with anger at the torment he felt from this annoyance, and at the same time, the stunning beauty before him also made him burn with desire on a physical level.

He vented his anger by pinching the other person's large penis, which was unique to Europeans and Americans.

Vermouth couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, then she bit her lips lightly to suppress the sound.

Haruhiko's eyes fell on her charming red lips, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

He pulled Vermouth's hair over, and their faces were almost touching.

Her facial features had the unique beauty of Europeans and Americans. Her fair cheeks were slightly flushed, and the long light golden hair by her ears was soaked with sweat, curling and sticking to her slender snow-white neck.

"What do you want?" A faint orange scent came out of her mouth as she spoke, which should be the smell of chewing gum, making people want to taste it.

But Haruhiko wasn't in the mood to taste it right now.

He has already selected the target for the next phase of the operation.

"I'm very impatient now and don't have time to waste talking to you. If you don't want to talk anymore..." Haruhiko's eyes fell on her charming red lips.

"Oh? You think you can make me surrender like this? I quite like little boys like you, kind of cute, but I wonder if that thing is just as cute..."

Vermouth's words were interrupted.

Because Haruhiko directly pressed his hand on her long light golden hair.

Vermouth made a whining sound and her eyes widened.

She wanted to struggle, but her hands were soft and powerless when hitting Haruhiko, and instead felt like the caress between lovers.

Under Haruhiko's impact, her long and beautiful legs stretched straight in an instant.

The white little feet were pressed against the passenger seat window, and the toes painted with red nail polish kept struggling, leaving traces on the glass.

And just like that, Haruhiko launched a new round of attacks.

Haruhiko had read in a social science magazine that some animals could use their skin to sense the location of their enemies, and some could even use their skin to smell.

He thought it was magical at the time.

But now, he seemed to possess this wonderful ability.

The taste of the orange-flavored chewing gum in Vermouth's mouth seemed to be transmitted through his skin.

Her lips were very soft, perhaps because they were numbed by the medicine, and her mouth was also soft and not at all aggressive, allowing Haruhiko to attack without restraint.

Xiaoyan welcomed Haruhiko like a prostitute soliciting customers at the entrance of Kabukicho.

The small and delicate teeth are not to be outdone. They are more like newcomers who have just arrived in Kabukicho. They don't know the rules and contradict customers, but they bring a unique sense of freshness to people.

The stalemate lasted for more than ten minutes.

The woman, Vermouth, was completely defeated. Her eyes had gradually become unfocused, and her little feet resting on the glass window were limp.

But he still refused to respond to Haruhiko's request.

Haruhiko took a deep breath and suddenly paused his attack on Vermouth.

Because he has reached his limit and needs to cool down.

And looking at Vermouth's appearance, it seems that there will be no way to make a breakthrough from her in the short term.

His plans were repeatedly frustrated, and he was always being manipulated by the other party, which filled Haruhiko's heart with anger.

His reason was instantly overwhelmed by anger.

He tore off the protection under Vermouth's dark blue yukata and was about to use his trump card.

At this moment, the time on the dashboard was exactly 17:00.

Just as Haruhiko was about to make the next move, Vermouth suddenly said, "Wait a minute, I give up."

Haruhiko's movements stopped in mid-air, and he gasped for breath.

"You agree?" Haruhiko was a little unconvinced.

"I admit that you did surprise me. You don't seem like a gentleman at all, but rather a dirty and shameless bastard!" As she spoke, the edges of her red lips were covered with saliva.

"What morals can we talk about with someone like you?"

Vermouth smiled bitterly and shook her head: "I will open the code of the car lock and then have someone release Shirley, but at the same time you have to let me go."

Haruhiko thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but I want to see Shirley leave safely."

"Get off me first." Vermouth glared at him fiercely.

Haruhiko moved his body, preparing to get off her.

Vermouth didn't expect that she would be controlled by this little brat, and was bullied in that way for a long time.

She was immediately furious and stretched out her little hand to slap him hard.

She said she was hitting him hard, but in reality, her body had no strength at all. Instead, her white fingertips brushed against Haruhiko like a caress.

Under normal circumstances, this wouldn't be a problem, and Haruhiko wouldn't even feel any pain.

But Haruhiko had just reached a critical point, and since he had finally reached an agreement with Vermouth, he began to relax.

Vermouth's little hand seemed to have pressed some kind of switch.

Her vision suddenly became blurred, as if the heavy rain outside suddenly poured down on the car window, making it impossible to see the road ahead.

Vermouth was shocked.

She didn't expect that she would be insulted to this extent even though she had already compromised.

When people are shocked, they will instinctively show some physiological reactions.

For example, pupils dilate, hair stands on end, cold sweat breaks out, and the mouth opens in surprise.

Vermouth is also an ordinary person.

She was shocked and opened her mouth involuntarily.

then--

Her charming red lips were instantly covered with another color.

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