Conan: I've been linked to the tech tree system.

Conan gave a wicked smile.

This caused Tono to sigh.

This kid.

......

Conan gets into the car, activates the GPS tracking system on his glasses, and uses the signals from the tracker to give directions to Professor Agasa.

"Wait, there's a phone call."

He gestured for quiet and closed the window.

"What? The person hasn't arrived yet? It's okay, the target will appear at Beika Hotel at 6 PM sharp."

"He doesn't know yet that today is his and your memorial service."

Gin was unusually talkative today.

"A memorial service?" Conan asked, alarmed.

"The important thing is that we were ordered to silence them before the police arrived. If anything happens, you can use that drug."

"Don't mess it up, Piske."

The organization members really have no respect for their seniors.

Tono Toru was bored and complained to himself.

Pisco has made great contributions, so why is Gin, a junior, so arrogant? He has no sense of the rigid spirit of the Japanese.

"Pisco?" Conan was hearing this code name for the first time.

After hanging up the phone, Gin suddenly spoke up: "Vodka, did you use that thing 'Starlight' gave you to clean it up?"

"Ah, I forgot, brother."

Vodka's voice was filled with shame, followed by a rustling sound of something being rummaged through.

"Starlight?" Conan heard a new term again.

A short while later, some kind of instrument over there suddenly emitted a "beep" alarm.

"Big brother! There really is a bugging device!" Vodka shouted from the other end.

"Oh no! We've been found out!" Conan felt a chill run down his spine.

"Heh." Gin chuckled coldly from the other end, then fell silent.

Conan looked serious.

Tohno Toru, seeing his expression, shrugged. "I told you it wasn't that simple, right? Looks like that guy Gin had anticipated this."

"Now we don't even know if the information he revealed is true or false. Do you still dare to go?"

“You’re wrong.” Conan raised his head and solemnly retorted.

"Ok?"

He smiled confidently: "He is absolutely stating the truth."

"Why do you say that?" Tohno asked, somewhat curious.

“If he was the only one in the car, the information might be false... but Gin was also with a vodka.”

"so?"

"So if he was giving false information, Vodka, who doesn't seem very smart and hasn't spoken to him yet, would definitely ask questions immediately, which would expose his intentions no matter what."

"So he can only reveal the truth to lure us in, or to make us back down."

Tohru Tono nodded.

Vodka, even Conan can tell you're not very bright.

Chapter 132 The Superstar Vermouth

Conan was determined to go to Beika Hotel to see what was going on, but Toru Tono said it was none of his business and asked Professor Agasa to take him home.

"Hey, you really are heartless." Conan rolled his dead fish eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm just not interested. If you're really going to die, just call me and I'll find a way to save you."

"Thank you very much."

A child dressed in a suit and shorts got out of a yellow Volkswagen Beetle and drove off.

......

After exchanging a few words with Professor Agasa, Toru Tono said goodbye and went home.

He was deeply bothered by the last look Gin gave him.

If something's wrong, shouldn't the first reaction be to suspect Sherry, who just left the organization? Why would she glance at me?

He skillfully puts on a mask, transforming into "Starlight," and calls Gin.

Just in case, he decided to take the blame himself.

Although it was a bit of a bargain for Conan, there was nothing I could do; I had to ask out of curiosity.

It would be unreasonable for the system not to give him some compensation.

"Is something wrong?"

The call was connected quickly, accompanied by the sound of a biting wind.

It seems we need to stop the car and let Vodka thoroughly check if there are any transmitters left inside.

"The boss gave Pisco a task that's just to kill someone. Why are you getting involved?"

"Starlight" spoke as if it were his own business, as if he were Gin's boss.

Even through the screen, you could feel the air on the other side seem to become suffocated for a moment.

Gin's voice was chillingly cold: "Did you plant the bug?"

"I just happened to be passing by and was curious, why are you so angry?"

"Starlight" is a tacit admission.

"...You have contact with Sherry?" Gin's voice was still icy cold as ever.

"Shirley? You mean that little girl from the research institute who ran away? Why would I contact her?"

"Starlight" said dismissively, "I can't get along with biology students."

"Seriously, you're really hopeless. You managed to get a little girl to run away from the research institute? I think you're not much of a leader. Why don't you let me take over? Just provide more research funding..."

"Shut up." Gin was really going to kill someone this time.

Tohru Tono wisely refrained from saying anything more.

It seems he thinks he was sent by Sherry to plant a bug... Luckily he made a phone call, otherwise Gin might have come over in a few days.

Gin probably thought it was quite reasonable for "Starlight" to install a listening device that could be easily detected by her own invention, simply because she had nothing better to do, and stopped pursuing the matter.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Following a very interesting detective."

"detective?"

"Yes, he's also an inventor. I met him through Bourbon's public identity. Recently, I've been thinking about finding a puppet to take the fall for me."

Gin paused for a moment, then asked, "Is it someone with black hair, and a child with them?"

"Oh right, you noticed that too? I looked it up, and it seems to be the type that's easy to control."

"Heh, don't overdo it." Gin's tone immediately relaxed, seemingly confirming that everything was just a coincidence.

"Just a detective, nothing special." Toru Tohno seemed unconcerned. "You still haven't answered my question. Why did so many people go and kill a senator...? Hey?"

The call had already been disconnected.

Tohru Tono pouted.

......

Vermouth smiled and dismissed yet another old businessman who had come to ramble on, her heart completely unmoved.

From Sharon Vineyard to Christine Vineyard, a regular in high society, she had done similar things countless times during her youth, a period that was unimaginable for normal people, and had long since become numb to it.

Numbness doesn't mean her heart has become numb. On the contrary, her hatred for the Miyano couple who turned her into this and their only child, Shiho Miyano, is growing stronger every day.

The more immortal a person is, the more time they have to harbor hatred.

So after hearing that Gin had failed to help Shiho Miyano escape, she even abandoned her work and flew back to Japan.

"Sherry, please don't fall into my hands."

Footsteps sounded behind me. I assumed it was some self-important entrepreneur again, but I turned around with a formulaic smile.

I bumped into a youthful and beautiful face.

Her pupils twitched slightly, and she was momentarily stunned.

A girl in a black schoolgirl outfit greeted her with a smile, "Hello? Are you Miss Christine? Can I get your autograph?"

"Ah, okay," she replied, snapping out of her reverie.

The girl handed him a piece of white paper and a black pen.

She took it and signed her name, "Kriswinyard," with a flourish.

"Thank you!" The girl was pleasantly surprised and reached out to take it.

Just as she was about to withdraw her hands, Vermouth suddenly grabbed her wrists.

"Huh?" The girl was taken aback for a moment, then said shyly, "What, what are you doing?"

His words sounded like those of a naive high school student.

Vermouth, however, remained unaffected and gave a cold smile before lowering her voice.

"'Starlight'? What are you trying to do?"