Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

Chapter 124 Vermouth with Cold Hands and Feet

"These are gifts from Ai to you."

"Thank you, Ai."

"Thank you, Brother Zhengyi."

Shoichi brought Ai to visit Ran. As soon as they arrived at the detective agency, he pushed Ai towards the three little ones.

People of a certain age should be in circles appropriate for their age.

Ai sat next to Ayumi with a speechless expression.

She's a high school student; she should be sitting with Ranko.

Where is Mr. Mori?

"Dad said there was a big case and he went out," Xiaolan said.

"Oh."

Zheng Yi came here simply to chat about trivial matters and to inquire about Xiao Lan's well-being.

"I am back."

Not long after, Kogoro Mouri walked in, touching his neck.

Conan followed closely behind and entered the agency.

"Dad, how's the case going?"

"It's all taken care of," Kogoro said.

After a good night's sleep, he found himself a suspect in the murder of Kyosuke Kazato, and he even solved the case of the murdered detective.

I'm really amazing.

He briefly told Ran and the others about Kyosuke Kazato's death, and also said that he was the murderer who killed Inspector Narasawa.

"By the way, has anyone called Dr. Kazato?"

"No."

Everyone shook their heads, but Kogoro didn't care.

How could Kyosuke Kazato possibly be at the Mori Detective Agency?

Xiaolan has just been discharged from the hospital and doesn't need to have a follow-up visit so soon.

Maybe he wants to go somewhere else.

"By the way, how did Dr. Kazato die?" Vermouth asked curiously.

"A car accident," Kogoro said uncertainly.

He fell asleep as soon as he arrived at the scene, so he wasn't very clear about the situation.

“It wasn’t just a car accident,” Conan said.

He explained in detail the cause of Kazeto Kyosuke's death.

Vermouth initially listened casually, but by the end her hands and feet were ice-cold.

She glanced at the unfathomable Zheng Yi.

When Jung-il looked back at her, Vermouth unconsciously lowered her head.

She clearly only wanted Kyosuke Kazato to die in a car accident.

How did it end up like this?
She had already seen a similar scenario in a script, based on Conan's account.

That script existed long before Kyosuke Kazato's death.

When the script was completed, even the original police officer Narasawa was still alive.

In fact, today is the day that scene of the car accident was filmed.

"I never imagined that Dr. Kazato would be the murderer," Ran said.

Conan came over and held Ran's hand, saying, "You don't need to be sad for someone who kills innocent people like that."

Xiao Lan forced a smile.

Then, looking at Vermouth, he asked, "Miss Chris, your expression doesn't seem right. Are you feeling unwell?"

"No."

Vermouth shook her head, put down the shaved ice in her hand, and said, "It's probably because this stuff is too cold; it made me feel a little cold."

"Really? Then it seems your physical condition isn't very good," Zheng Yi said in a low voice.

"hehe."

Vermouth gave a stiff smile, her eyes filled with apprehension and wariness as she looked at Zheng Yi.

This guy is terrifyingly so.

"By the way, now that Dr. Kazato has passed away, Ran-neechan doesn't need Miss Chris's protection anymore, right?" Conan said.

“Yes, I will,” Vermouth said.
"It seems you can't be 100% sure that Kyosuke Kazato is the murderer. We'll have to wait until Ran regains her memory."

Conan then looked at Shoichi.

Zheng Yi nodded, agreeing with Vermouth's words.

She has to pay Zheng Yi for the length of time she protects Xiao Lan.

No one ever complains about having too much money.

"Then we'll continue to trouble Miss Chris," Xiaolan said with a smile.

"It's almost noon, everyone stay for lunch. I'll go prepare lunch for you all," Xiaolan said, standing up.

"Sister Xiaolan, we're coming to help you!"

The three little ones and Conan went over to help.

But in the end, they were all kicked out. Only Ran and Ai could cook; the rest were just freeloaders. Vermouth dragged Masakazu to the stairs, lit a cigarette, and looked at him, saying:
"You didn't kill that Kazato Kyosuke, did you?"

"Huh? It's one thing for others to misunderstand me, but you, the murderer, also misunderstand me?" Zheng Yi asked Vermouth.

It's impossible not to misunderstand.

"Kyosuke Kazato's cause of death is almost exactly the same as your script," Vermouth said, emphasizing each word.

Zheng Yi shrugged innocently: "You killed him, maybe you were following my script."

“But all I wanted was for him to die in a car accident,” Vermouth said.

As for the subsequent plot, it wasn't designed by her.

Vermouth couldn't believe that Kyosuke Kazato's death was such a coincidence, exactly like Shoichi's script.

Both deaths involved puncture wounds to the thigh and were caused by airbags.

Zheng Yi must have other arrangements.

Zheng Yi said, "Things often don't go as you expect; unexpected events are normal."

Even if you want him to die in a car accident, things don't necessarily have to go exactly as planned.

"So he followed your script?" Vermouth said.

"what?"

Zheng Yi innocently rolled his eyes.

Vermouth said, "Now I know just how terrifying you really are."

Death kills people by manipulating the environment.

Zheng Yi, on the other hand, kills people by manipulating them.

A predetermined fate cannot be changed.

Kyosuke Kazato's script had already been written by Shoichi.

"Terrifying? What a strange adjective. I thought I was quite kind and approachable," Zheng Yi said with a smile.

"hehe."

Vermouth looked at Zheng Yi with a mocking expression.

This guy is the one who's pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Zheng Yi stretched and said lazily, "By the way, I think you have a role in the movie. Remember to go and film it."

Vermouth squinted.

In the movie, her character was killed in an explosion.

I wonder if, if she upsets Zheng Yi, he might just write her life story in the same way?
"It's time to eat."

……

"Megure, take a look at these two newspapers."

"Yes!"

Megure picked up the newspaper that Director Hakuba had handed him.

My brow furrowed the moment I saw it, because it was a news report about today's car accident. They're releasing news way too fast!

Director Bai Ma said, "These are just two drafts; the actual newspaper won't be published until tomorrow."

"So what do you mean?" Inspector Megure asked, puzzled.

Director Bai Ma said, "The president of Justice Daily said that as a responsible newspaper, they must ensure that the public has the right to know, but also be subject to corresponding supervision."

He chuckled and said, "So, he gave me two drafts to see which one wouldn't pass the review."

"This kind of review isn't something our Metropolitan Police Department should be doing, is it?" Inspector Megure said.

"Why don't you take a look at the contents first?"

Two drafts.

One of them angrily denounced the Metropolitan Police Department for causing great harm, and pointed out that Kyosuke Kazato, who could have survived, was tragically killed despite being rescued by the police.

Moreover, Kyosuke Kazato's photo was enlarged and placed in the center of the newspaper.

The scene was a bloody mess, chilling to the bone.

The other was a news report accusing a car company of producing substandard cars that caused fatal accidents.

The language was just as intense as the previous draft.

But the targets of their attacks were different: one was the Metropolitan Police Department, and the other was a car company.

Megure said in a low voice, "Is this considered a threat to the Metropolitan Police Department?"

"Hehe, many important figures nowadays have the habit of subscribing to the Justice Daily," said Director White Horse.

Made Sumitomo Masaichi!

That bastard dared to make such a blatant threat to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Even with all his good manners, Director Bai Ma couldn't help but want to swear.

“Go tell Zhengyi that I will help him apply for a security company,” Director Bai Ma said.

This madman actually threatened the Metropolitan Police Department.

If his son were to say again that Zheng Yi killed those police officers, he wouldn't even bother to refute it; there's practically nothing Zheng Yi wouldn't do.

"Huh? Should I go and tell them?" Inspector Megure asked.

"of course."

If we don't let you, a lackey of Zheng Yi, say it, then who else can say it?

(End of this chapter)