I'm in Detective Conan, and the system has appointed Batman.

Chapter 469 The Black Organization Infiltrates the Female Investigator
—You actually asked me this question?
A hint of surprise flashed in Vermouth's eyes.

However, the look of surprise only lasted for a short time before disappearing, because Vermouth knew very well that it was normal for Gin to realize this after discovering her bias towards bourbon whiskey twice in a row.

Therefore, Vermouth simply walked up to Gin, and under Gin's disapproving gaze, leaned close to his ear and whispered,

"Do you really want to know? This is a secret."

“If you really want to know, then I’ll tell you—Bourbon Whiskey has a secret about me and that person, and in exchange for that, I have formed a strategic alliance with Bourbon Whiskey.”

“If he dies, my secret with that man will be exposed, which will be very disadvantageous.”

Gin's eyes narrowed slightly.
A murderous intent quietly grew within him. He finally understood why Vermouth favored bourbon whiskey, but he also realized the danger lurking within it.

Whether or not Bourbon Whiskey was a mole, he should die.

Only the dead can keep secrets. Unless Bourbon Whiskey has some other way to make him give up his murderous intent, he dares to say that Bourbon Whiskey's death will be on the same day as Rye Whiskey's death.

Gin said in a low voice,

"If that's the case, then as long as we cut off the channels through which bourbon whiskey is leaked, bourbon whiskey will die, right?"

"Now that you're willing to tell me this, it seems you've decided to get rid of Bourbon Whiskey. However, your purpose in coming back shouldn't be to kill Bourbon Whiskey... What exactly is your purpose?"

Upon hearing this, Vermouth simply said softly,
"Curaçao, of course."

—Curaçao?

Gin didn't have a deep impression of Curaçao because Curaçao's promotion speed was too fast.

Despite being just an ordinary codename member, Vermouth inexplicably wanted to kill Curaçao. However, Curaçao not only survived but also inexplicably caught the eye of Rum, instantly rising through the ranks to become Rum's right-hand man.

Although he didn't have a good impression of Curaçao, he didn't intend to kill him.

No matter what, this guy is loyal to the organization and has no grudge against him. It's already a big favor that he didn't tell Curaçao that Vermouth wanted to kill her. Does Vermouth think he would help kill Curaçao?
Gin's gaze fell on Vermouth.
He glanced at Vermouth's outstretched hand, frowned, then pushed her away. He turned to look at the sky, which was gradually turning to night, and said...

"I won't stand in your way when you deal with Curaçao, but I won't help you deal with Curaçao either."

“If it was that person’s order, then I could not have participated in the assassination of Curaçao until that person’s order appeared on my phone—Vermouth, you’d better be more discreet.”

"That lord's affection for you is not boundless."

Having said all he wanted to say, Gin turned and left.

Vermouth was somewhat surprised that Gin didn't intend to help. She had thought Gin would definitely be willing to help deal with Rum, but now it seemed that Gin's awareness needed improvement.

The relationship between rum and that man is deteriorating.

Eliminating Rum's men now would undoubtedly pave the way for that person's plan, but unfortunately she can't say it outright. However, she can deal with Curaçao on her own without Gin's help.

Long before Curaçao became the rum assistant, he had almost died at her hands.

It's just a matter of starting over.

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The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. The most mysterious place in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police System, but for those with exceptional skills, it's like a public toilet—they can come and go as they please.

This applies to both offline and online platforms.

Vermouth simply changed into a police uniform and a woman's face to blend in.

To be honest, she was quite surprised by the laxity of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and the Japanese Public Security Bureau. After all, she had just been infiltrated by Curaçao in disguise, and the fact that they didn't take any precautions at all was really absurd.

Within the police system, officers in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department have always been considered inferior to officers in other local headquarters.

Because most of the officers in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department come from wealthy families, they are naturally less driven. Coupled with their remarkably low crime-solving rate when there is no detective interference, the officers in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department are naturally considered inferior.

But the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is different.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's public security personnel are among the most outstanding in all regions. If even the public security personnel here are like this, it's hard to imagine what public security personnel in other regions of Japan would be like.

Vermouth lowered the brim of her hat.
She brushed past Kazami Yuya and his group, heading straight for the upper echelons of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Her plan was to find a high-ranking officer and use their computer to access the database to check relevant information.

When Vermouth went up the stairs.

Kazami Yuya then seemed to realize something and turned to look in the direction where Vermouth had just been.

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

The Japanese Public Security officer next to him looked at him strangely and asked,

"What's wrong, Kazami? What happened to that policewoman just now?"

Kazami Yuya said, somewhat puzzled.

"That policewoman wasn't particularly good-looking, but for some reason she was very beautiful."

"This kind of aura doesn't seem like that of a police officer in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department; it's more like that of a model or celebrity... Don't you guys feel the same way? This strange feeling?"

The other Japanese public security officers exchanged glances, and one of them spoke bluntly.

"You can just say you're a lecher, we won't laugh at you for that."

Kazami Yuya: ?
I'm a big fan of idols. Do you think I can't tell if someone is a celebrity or an idol by their aura?

Just as Kazami Yuya was about to go and see what was going on, the Japanese police officer next to him patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly,
"Kazami, let's just forget about it, you two aren't a good match."

"What if you try to chat her up and she accuses you of harassing her? Are you going to have to duel her in the headquarters building? Come on, even if she has some kind of underground idol vibe, it's not that strange."

"Your boss, Inspector Furuya, doesn't he work various jobs every day?"

"Aren't you allowing other Japanese public security officers to use their personal strengths to find other jobs and supplement their family income?"

Kazami Yuya: ?
You're right.

I'll check back and see. If a colleague really is so unfortunate that he has to become an underground idol, then he should go and support him. At least he's kind-hearted!

(End of this chapter)