He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

"Um--"

Ying Sheng squinted and nodded slightly: "Go ahead, and think about your ideal type on the way, by tomorrow at the latest."

"Okay!"

So that afternoon, at 3:50, after all the students in the class had left, Aoyagi Chisato got up without saying a word and started flipping the chairs onto the desks, beginning with the first row.

After moving everything, you still have to sweep the floor, then fetch water and mop it. Without any help from your companions, this is definitely a huge undertaking for one person.

But Aoyagi Chisato remained silent, saying nothing. The only thing echoing in her mind was the scene she had seen when she returned to the classroom after lunch.

The class monitor, Qiushan, and Yuanye, three female classmates, all secretly watched her with smiles in their eyes.

The smile didn't seem too glaring, but it was clearly filled with endless malice.

It was so heavy it almost made her unable to breathe!

It nearly suffocated her!

Thud!

The buckle came loose, and the red bucket that had been lifted so easily to the classroom door crashed to the ground. The already whitish plastic suddenly cracked, and water splashed everywhere, creating a puddle at the classroom door. In the center of the puddle, Aoyagi Chisato's body was trembling.

It sways precariously like a willow branch by the riverbank, but it has no support or foothold, and it doesn't know when it will be blown away by the wind.

She was about to collapse.

"Aoyagi-kun, are you alright?"

Suddenly, a slightly unfamiliar but concerned voice sounded behind her. Qingliu Qiansu turned around abruptly, as if she were a drowning person grasping at the last straw.

It's the new transfer student, Kiyoko Yukimatsu!

"Um, Aoyagi-san, are you alright? Are you hurt?" Yukimatsu Kiyoko came forward, took her hand, and her eyes were full of concern.

Aoyagi Chisato was somewhat stunned: "No...no, I'm not injured."

Kiyoko Yukimatsu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great." She looked at the broken bucket on the ground, a drop of clear water reflecting the color of the inner wall as it dripped into the puddle, like a drop of blood falling, and couldn't help but sigh softly:

"Honestly, they went too far, they even replaced the water bucket."

"Come on, I'll take you to the teacher to reason with them."

Kiyoko Yukimatsu pursed her lips and resolutely turned around, but she didn't pull Aoyagi Chisato along. Aoyagi Chisato staggered slightly, then raised her other hand to grab her.

"No."

"Why?" Kiyoko turned around.

"They...they'll bully you too." Aoyagi Chisato lowered her head. "I can clean it all by myself. Didn't Yukumatsu-san leave with Kudo-san before? Why did she come back?"

"Sigh, you're blaming me for not standing up earlier, aren't you?" Kiyoko sighed softly. "Actually, I just didn't want Kudo-kun to know that things would get weird if boys got involved."

"No, that's not true." Aoyagi Chisato quickly shook her head. "I'm already very happy that Yukison-kun is talking to me, and you just transferred here too..."

"Then let me help with the chores."

"Eh?"

“Because what you said is actually very true. I was also timid before, worried about being ostracized.” Qingzi’s tone was a little dejected, but she quickly cheered up: “So, let me apologize for my cowardice. Please allow me to help you.”

Feeling the strength and warmth in her hands, Aoyagi Chisato's eyes were filled with emotion: "But what about Kudo-kun..."

"I made an excuse that I wasn't feeling well and we broke up. Okay, let's begin," Kiyoko said softly.

Qingliu Qiansu slightly raised her head, forcibly holding back the tears welling up in her eyes:

"Ok!"

But when she nodded firmly, a tiny sparkle still leaped into the sunlight.

tick-

A tiny, glistening drop fell onto the small white round table.

Another woman, Kiyoko Yukimatsu, held an iced lemon tea in both hands, her beautiful eyes squinting contentedly in the afternoon sun. Shinichi Kudo sat opposite her, gazing absently out the window, the straw in his mouth almost biting through unconsciously.

"Kudo-kun, are you thinking about Ran?"

"No, I'm thinking about Moriarty."

"Ah?"

After giving a casual reply, Shinichi Kudo finally snapped out of his daze, turned to look at Kiyoko Yukimatsu, and asked with a complicated expression, "Are you really innocent?"

Vermouth Cedar Kiyoko lowered her eyes slightly and sighed softly:

"How can I make Kudo-kun believe me?"

Chapter 120 Bayonetta trains the innocent Shinichi

"I'm sorry, there are just some things I don't understand."

Seeing Vermouth's timid appearance, Shinichi Kudo sighed inwardly.

Having experienced the near-molestation of Vermouth, his suspicions about "Sakiko Cedar" have significantly decreased.

Simply because the sacrifice would be too great.

He himself was unsure whether he could arrive in time or stop the criminal's evil deeds.

Regardless of whether the mastermind behind it all is the already dead Mamoru Ishida, he must have valued Kiyoko Yukimatsu very much. No matter how shrewd he is, unless he can foresee the future, he probably wouldn't gamble on such a possibility.

“Can you tell me? Maybe I can help,” Vermouth said softly.

"First of all, who filmed that video of Ms. Cedar being abused? And why wasn't that video destroyed, but instead carelessly discarded in the trash can of the underground casino?" Shinichi Kudo tapped the table lightly with his index finger.

"This doesn't make any sense at all."

"Um……"

Vermouth said, "Could it be that you're overestimating the mastermind, Kudo-kun? Since he's willing to take action because he has something to gain, he's definitely not a heartless robot. There's a possibility that he might make mistakes."

"You believe that video was filmed by Ishida Mamoru? What was his purpose? Was it simply arrogance, or did he want to show it to you? How would you feel after seeing that video?"

Shinichi Kudo immediately asked a series of questions.

Vermouth pursed her lips slightly: "Kudo-kun knows how I feel, right?"

"Ugh……"

Shinichi Kudo sighed: "Yes, you'll be happy, so is this also part of Mamoru Ishida's plan? To win over your heart?" The unbearable darkness made him shake his head: "There's one more crucial point: who exactly is the person who perished with Mamoru Ishida?"

It's the organization's codename: Waste, Calvados.

The thought flashed through Vermouth's mind, and she shook her head slightly: "I have examined him very carefully, and I am very sorry, I really have no recollection of him at all."

"You wouldn't remember it burning to that extent."

The thought of that person made Shinichi Kudo feel a little nauseous, so he put down his coffee.

“What about the girl he defiled?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, I have absolutely no clue.” Vermouth’s eyes held pity. “Could her death… be related to me?”

There might be.

Shinichi Kudo thought: Maybe it was some guy who didn't get you and got angry, so he reached out his evil hand to an innocent passerby. She was just an innocent victim.

But of course he wouldn't say such unfounded things aloud; he just loosened his collar, feeling a little uncomfortable, and looked intently at Vermouth:

“I now believe there is a high probability that you are innocent, but I will not let my guard down and will keep an eye on you.”

"Like this?"

Vermouth chuckled softly, "I'd be happy to."

"........."

Shinichi Kudo was speechless, then suddenly thought of something, raised an eyebrow, and revealed a wary look in his eyes: "You don't mean to make me your subject just like you did with those men, do you?"

"How is it possible, I..."

"I don't believe a single word you say," Shinichi Kudo interrupted, standing up. "And I must admit, following you around has had absolutely no effect. From now on, you're on your own. I'm leaving."

"do not want!"

Vermouth quickly stood up and grabbed Shinichi Kudo's wrist, her eyes pleading: "Didn't you suspect that Mamoru Ishida wasn't the real mastermind, and that there was another Moriarty lurking in the shadows? What if I get into danger again?"

She was unwilling to give up the opportunity to get close to Cool Guy, which was a rare and legitimate reason.

Unfortunately, Angel is forbidden from contacting Cool Guy, otherwise it would be like heaven descending upon us.

Moreover, Angel is getting so close to that bastard Shuiyue Yingsheng, I'm really worried she might run into danger.

Shinichi Kudo shoved her hand away and said with a sneer, "If we're talking about danger, other men should be more worried. You're very good at using your beauty as a weapon. According to Mr. Nakatani, quite a few men have been bewitched by you."

"But didn't you also find out? I broke up with them all, and I even gave them double the breakup fee." Vermouth said pitifully, "I not only paid emotional value, but also money. No matter how you look at it, they profited more."

"What about Takahara Yoshi?" Shinichi Kudo asked abruptly.

"Who?"

Vermouth looked genuinely puzzled; she truly had no recollection of the name.

Shinichi Kudo stared intently into her eyes, watching as a hint of shyness gradually crept into her questioning gaze. He eventually succumbed and looked away.

"You should at least admit what you did to Mr. Nakatani. It's too much to let a man who loves you drive you to meet other men."

"Um……"

Vermouth pondered, "Why does he seem so much like Calvados? Are they twins?"

The answer is obvious.

"He volunteered."

"..."

Shinichi Kudo was furious and could no longer tolerate this scumbag woman. He turned and left, with Vermouth quickly following after him.

"That's just how it is. Did I promise him anything?"

"The two of you, in total..."