Detective Conan: I, with my magical powers, am going to destroy the world!

Curaçao frowned, stopped, and began to observe his surroundings.

Kazami Yuya, who had just been shaken off, finally caught up. He raised his gun, aimed at Curaçao, and slowly approached her.

Suddenly, Curaçao's lips curled into a cold smile.

Taking advantage of Kazami Yuya's appearance distracting Amuro Tooru, he smashed through the corridor window and jumped out.

What she didn't expect was that there was a man lying in ambush downstairs.

The man with blue cat-like eyes had a cold expression on his face. He kicked her to the ground with a side kick.

It turned out to be that Scotch whisky whose identity had been exposed within the organization.

Knowing his capabilities, Curaçao didn't linger. 547

The moment she braced herself with her palms on the ground, she feinted and rushed toward the road.

An hour later, the Rainbow Bridge over Tokyo Bay.

As Curaçao drove, she pulled out her phone from her pocket and her fingers flew across the screen, typing out one code name after another.

Veslin, an undercover agent for the German BND.

Aquavit, an undercover agent for CSIS in Canada.

Travis, an undercover agent for the French DGSE.

Granwitt, an undercover agent for Interpol's ICPO.

Kiel, an undercover agent for the CIA.

and also…

Bourbon, an undercover agent for the Japanese Public Security Bureau.

SMS being sent…

Hearing the sound of two cars drifting behind him, Curaçao put his phone back in his pocket and turned his head to look behind him.

It was Shuichi Akai and Tooru Amuro, who were rapidly approaching.

Suddenly a dark figure loomed ahead, and Curaçao slammed on the brakes.

On the chaotic bridge, a large box truck was lying across the edge, with its rear half extending over the bridge surface. The driver was nowhere to be seen.

The black sedan traveling in the wrong direction in Curaçao lost control, spun around, crashed into a truck, and finally fell off the bridge along with the truck.

The warehouse under the bridge was hit, and the violent explosion illuminated half the sky with its flames.

Pfft!

In the gurgling seawater, the slender figure who had jumped off the train beforehand was also affected by the blast wave. It was as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he briefly lost consciousness.

The bridge was shrouded in flames and thick smoke. Amuro Tooru drove to the scene, only to find Akai Shuichi carrying a sniper rifle.

The black sedan in Curaçao just now lost control because Shuichi Akai blew out a tire.

"Akai! Look what you've done!"

The sounds of fire trucks and sirens filled the air. Amuro Tooru gritted his teeth, ignoring Akai Shuichi, and hurriedly drove away.

Whether she is dead or alive, we must find that woman as soon as possible.

She possesses extraordinary memory and has seen the FBI's list of undercover agents. If she were to escape like this, the consequences would be unimaginable!

In the dark alley, a woman with long silver hair was walking unsteadily.

What immediately catches the eye is the woman's eyes.

Her left eye was a jewel-like blue, while her right eye was almost transparent.

"It's your fault, Curaçao. Your extraordinary brain has remembered things that are bad for the organization."

"Your abilities are indeed outstanding, but if you don't use them properly, they can become a huge threat, so you should understand that, right?"

In the gray world, Vermouth attaches a silencer to her pistol and aims at the bound silver-haired woman.

"In the end, this is your fate. Farewell, Curaçao..."

"Wait." A voice suddenly rang out, "You may leave, Vermouth."

“Rum?” Vermouth frowned, put away her gun, and left.

Several intersecting rays of light began to be reflected in the transparent pupil of the silver-haired woman's right eye.

"Curaçao, you are now only pure black. Let me give you other colors. From now on, your special abilities can only be used by me and you will become my capable assistant."

Suddenly, colorful lights flashed across the night sky.

Gazing at these lights, Curaçao, lost in memories, stopped in her tracks.

She clutched her head in agony, letting out a piercing scream.

"A large-scale power outage has occurred along the Capital Expressway bayfront..."

"An accident occurred on the Capital Expressway No. 11 last night. A car traveling on the road fell off the road, causing an explosion and burning in Warehouse Street under the overpass."

"Miraculously, no one was injured in the accident, and the driver of the car appears to have left the scene. Police are investigating his whereabouts."

Chi Chufeng sipped his tea while watching television.

"This world is so chaotic, tsk tsk."

Jingle Bell.

The phone rang, and Chi Chufeng answered it.

"Moshi moshi, I am the Onmyoji Akatsukaze."

"Hello, I am a staff member of Dongdu Aquarium. There seems to be a problem with this lady. We asked her relatives, and she said she only remembers you."

Hearing the voice on the phone, Chi Chufeng was completely confused.

Am we too famous?

Why are there always women pretending to know me?

Chi Chufeng thought about it and decided to go and see, just in case it really was someone he knew.

Thank you Stallion Harem God for the monthly pass.

Chapter 320 Chi Chu Sang, don't you want me anymore?

At the Tokyo Aquarium, a tall foreign girl sits on a bench.

Her silver hair was a mess, and she was wearing a tattered shirt and a tight skirt. She leaned against the bench, staring blankly at the sky.

Upon seeing Chi Chufeng, the girl's eyes lit up, and she stumbled into his arms.

"Akachu-san, I, I can't remember anything~".

huh?

Chi Chufeng looked down at the girl in his arms.

A pair of big, mismatched eyes looked pitiful, like a puppy that had finally found its owner.

This face looks familiar.

"Your face is dirty."

Chi Chufeng reached out and wiped the dust off her face.

The girl nestled obediently in his hand, her eyes filled with dependence.

Chi Chufeng gently brushed aside her silver hair and discovered some small scars.

"It's not very serious, but it looks like a recent injury. It's probably traumatic memory impairment."

"There was a smell of gasoline on him and shards of windshield from the car, so it must have been caused by a car accident."

Huh?

The scene and the lines seem somewhat familiar.

Chi Chufeng sat down on the bench, placed the girl on his lap, and began to search for her belongings.

My phone is broken, and all I have in my pocket is a bunch of cards.

It looks like a vocabulary book, but the cards are all semi-transparent in colors like white, orange, blue, green, and red…

The girl blushed a little as Chi Chufeng touched her all over.

However, she obediently did not move.

In her heart, Chi Chufeng should be the closest person to her, otherwise it's impossible that she would only remember this person's name and not everyone else.

He should be her husband, or at least her boyfriend.

The girl secretly glanced at Chi Chufeng, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

My husband is so handsome.

Why do I feel a little happy?

[Ding! Curaçao has developed feelings for you; current affection level is 1.]