The world of science is unscientific

After all, the other party is now the victim, and there is no reason for them to fabricate stories and waste Kogoro Mouri's time.

Maybe that's just their personality?

The reason for installing so many locks is simply to prevent danger while I'm sleeping, and it also helps prevent theft.

Conan found a reasonable explanation in his mind and stopped thinking about it.

Meanwhile, Kogoro Mouri had already preliminarily identified the figure as a suspect.

Since the room next door is empty, all that's needed is a spare key for the other party to enter and hide after ringing the doorbell.

Given the close proximity, it's not impossible for them to disappear quickly.

Since he had no other ideas at the moment, the muddle-headed detective simply stood up and said, "Why don't we go check the next room now? If we can get in, we might find out something."

......

the other side.

Yusuke Suzuki has arrived at the entrance of Base 4.

Not long after he finished breakfast, Gin sent an email asking him to come over.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be related to the 'activities' I mentioned last time.

Could it be the Red and Black episode?

Yusuke Suzuki suddenly realized this and felt a little uneasy.

Because of Haruka Hanchuan, he didn't initially think of Gin's 'activities' as part of the Red and Black arc storyline.

He didn't linger there and went straight into the base.

Whatever the storyline, we'll be able to confirm it once we know the event plan.

I walked into the lounge as usual, but the first person I saw was Vermouth.

The woman's cigarette between her fingers emitted wisps of white smoke, and she looked a bit older.

Of course, 'old' is only relative to her current young body.

Vermouth subtly altered her appearance, transforming her youthful face back to her original one.

It has to be said that this face is far more hateful than the younger one.

Yusuke Suzuki suddenly felt like shooting something.

Unfortunately, he didn't bring a gun.

And Gin, who was sitting directly opposite the door, had his hands in his trench coat pockets.

Although the semi-dark environment could effectively conceal the bulges on the surface of the black trench coat, these details did not escape Yusuke Suzuki's notice.

Gin held a gun in his hand, ready to stop any potential conflict at any moment.

Never mind then, we'll cause Vermouth some trouble when the opportunity arises.

I have to try it no matter what.

Right?

Belmode.

Yusuke Suzuki glanced at her coldly and walked straight to the sofa next to Gin, where he sat down.

White Horse wasn't there, and Vodka stood alone beside him, looking rather lonely.

After thinking for a moment, Yusuke Suzuki raised his hand and beckoned, "Vodka, come and sit down."

"what?"

Vodka glanced at Gin first, and seeing that the other didn't react, he slowly walked over and sat down, asking in a low voice, "Wei Que, why aren't you sitting next to Big Brother this time?"

"I just don't want to sit with a madman who's always ready to pull out a gun."

Yusuke Suzuki didn't lower his voice at all, and even glanced at Gin.

What are you looking at? I'm talking to you!

Gin remained silent, simply taking his hand out of his pocket, pulling out a cigarette, and lighting it.

"So, you're quite close to Gin."

At this moment, Vermouth, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up sarcastically, "What, you've already raised the rainbow flag?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than a bullet pierced the sofa cushion next to her left ear with a whoosh.

"This is not the mediation outcome I wanted to see."

Gin, who had somehow pulled out a pistol, snorted coldly, "That person can tolerate discord among members of the organization, as long as it doesn't affect operations and the organization's functioning."

“I have always been happy to get rid of those who engage in underhanded tactics, and veterans like Pisco are no exception.”

Upon hearing this, Vermouth raised an eyebrow slightly, flicked off the ash from her cigarette, and spoke in a relaxed tone, her gaze drifting towards Suzuki Yusuke. "Looks like I'm about to be forgiven by someone."

However, no sooner had she finished speaking than another bullet flew toward her at high speed.

This time, the bullet hit her right ear, and the angle was even more tricky. The air vibration caused by the bullet made her ear feel a burning pain.

Vodka was shocked and reached into his pocket. "Wei Que, when did you take the gun?"

"Just now."

Yusuke Suzuki tossed the gun into Vodka's arms, crossed his legs again, and gave Vermouth a contemptuous smile. "I forgive you now, but only temporarily. You better not let me catch you doing anything wrong."

Chapter 716 Another Round of Mutual Threats

"enough."

At this moment, Gin interrupted, "Preparations for the backup plan can begin. The target is about to appear; you should go there now."

“That’s quite a dangerous mission,” Vermouth stood up and shrugged. “I still think it’s better to go alone.”

Upon hearing this, Gin said somewhat impatiently, "This is that person's intention."

......

five minutes later.

Yusuke Suzuki drove away from Base 4, with Vermouth in the passenger seat.

After driving in silence for about ten more minutes, Vermouth spoke in a clear voice, "It seems that forcibly kissing Sherry has made you unhappy with me again."

After he finished speaking, the carriage remained silent.

Seeing that she didn't get a reply, she turned her head and smiled slightly, "Then how about I let you kiss me back now? If you need more compensation, that's not out of the question."

Does showing off your looks make you proud?

Yusuke Suzuki looked at the road conditions and planned his route. "Or do you really want to see me fall at your feet like other men do?"

"I'm sorry, you will never see that scene."

This time, Vermouth remained silent.

She gently bit her lip and instantly understood Shimizu Reiko's feelings.

Yusuke Suzuki understood her abilities, so he wouldn't categorize her as a woman who rose to power through her looks.

The implication is, 'Don't do anything to lower your status in front of me. Whether you're interested in me or not, I won't pay any attention to you.'

Ha, Shirley, you're really lucky. You didn't die after taking that kind of drug, and after escaping, you even found someone willing to protect you from the storm.

Just as she was thinking this, Suzuki Yusuke's voice drifted into her ears again.

"Don't think I was putting on an act at the base, advising you to give up any thoughts about Sherry. At least I don't think your relationship with me, or Sherry's, is that good."

"I'm the kind of demon who can personally kill angels right before your eyes. You probably don't believe me."

After saying that, Yusuke Suzuki stepped on the gas, quickly increasing the speed to over 120 km/h, and headed towards the target location.

Meanwhile, Vermouth, think carefully about what you should and shouldn't do.

......

The November sun in Tokyo dispelled much of the chill.

Mud Ginseng Association Office.

street.

The gang members stood respectfully in two rows, forming a human wall, when a woman with a cold face and a long horizontal scar on her nose walked out of the office.

She is Kiriko Dokushima, a member of the violent group Muddy Association.

She had only taken a few steps when she knocked the driver, who was responsible for opening the car door, to the ground.

The reason is simple: the car door took so long to open, which annoyed her.

The recent political climate is not friendly to violent groups, which already annoyed her.

And that black cat is even more infuriating.

Miki Masami is clearly just a low-class woman who is about to fall so low that she has to be forced to work as a hostess, but now they are completely ignoring her.

I really don't know which big shot they've hooked up with; they're so mysterious.

After glancing at the driver kneeling on the ground apologizing, Kiriko Busujima opened the car door and got in herself.

And not far in front of her car, there was a black Mazda parked quietly.

"Looks like you don't need to prepare for the disguise driver anymore. That woman might change drivers soon."

Vermouth stared intently at the scene in the rearview mirror and began to whisper.

Yusuke Suzuki had no objection to this, and turned his gaze away, saying, "Compared to this, I'm more interested in knowing what the organization is planning to do this time."

"What, Gin didn't tell you anything?" Vermouth seemed slightly surprised, her brows relaxing a bit. "It seems your relationship isn't as good as I thought."

Sensing a chill spreading through the carriage, she took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a long puff. "Don't always put on this act. You need to understand, as a fellow demon, it would be easy for me to abandon an angel."

"Our newly formed alliance shouldn't be that fragile, right? Besides, demons that can keep resurrecting are terrifying."

Upon hearing this, Yusuke Suzuki completely suppressed his imposing manner, then rolled down the car window, saying, "Giving up on the angel isn't so easy for you. I know you far better than you think."

As he spoke, he used his telekinesis to pull a leaf from the street and gently slit it against Vermouth's throat. "And you don't know as much about me as you think."