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

Ai Haibara trembled with fear, but dared not shout.

If anything happens to my sister while she's in their hands, she'll regret it for the rest of her life.

Akatsuchi-san, what should I do?

Please come and save me and my sister!

Ai Haibara cried out in despair in her heart.

"Sister? You're back."

Akemi Miyano jumped off the bed and walked towards Ai Haibara.

She brandished a small leather whip in her hand, her face flushed with excitement.

"Sister!" Ai Haibara quickly grabbed Akemi Miyano's hand. "Let's go, let's find Akatsuki-san, he can save us."

"Why would you want to see Lord Chichu? He's busy right now."

Akemi Miyano smiled and pulled her panicked sister back.

"Lord Chichu was right after all. You really do have some inner demons about the people in the organization."

“Look at Vermouth, how could she possibly harm anyone? Her life is in our hands.”

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huh?

Are our lives in our own hands?

Ai Haibara was taken aback by what Akemi Miyano said.

If you look closely, Vermouth's eyes are closed, as if she were asleep.

Her body was wrapped in a dozen thin, unidentified threads, which made her appear perfectly normal, but in reality, she was completely unable to move.

Akemi Miyano pulled the dumbfounded Ai Haibara to the bed.

Ai Haibara's chin almost dropped.

Vermouth's clothes were open behind her back, revealing dark blue whip marks covering her once smooth and delicate skin.

"Sister, sister, did you do this?"

Even the usually cool Ai Haibara was stuttering a little.

Chapter 342 Ai Haibara unlocks a new skill

"Of course, who else could it be but me?"

As Miyano Akemi spoke, she brandished her small leather whip, which snapped across Vermouth's back.

Even Ai Haibara shuddered at the sight.

Vermouth seemed to be trembling slightly as well.

"Sister, she... she won't wake up, will she?"

"Ai Haibara asked worriedly."

"are you awake?"

Akemi Miyano didn't care at all.

She picked up a handkerchief soaked in a sedative from the side and pressed it against Vermouth's nose.

Vermouth tilted her head slightly and fainted again.

"Come on, little sister, don't be afraid, you can hit her too, it'll be very satisfying."

Akemi Miyano pulled Ai Haibara's hand and grasped the small leather whip.

"No, no, sister, I don't like this."

Ai Haibara struggled free.

Akemi Miyano thought about it and realized that this was indeed not good for her younger sister's growth.

However, Akazuka said that this was a good opportunity to change Ai Haibara's fear of the Black Organization.

"Then let's try a different approach."

Akemi Miyano found two paintbrushes.

"Shall we paint on her face?"

"Drawing?"

Ai Haibara finally burst out laughing when she saw Akemi Miyano draw two big black circles on Vermouth's eyes.

It seems, it really is quite interesting.

She hesitated before picking up the paintbrush.

Not long after, Akemi Miyano's lips began to twitch.

"Shiho, it seems you've turned her into a demon mask."

Ai Haibara pursed her lips and looked at herself, realizing she really had nowhere to begin writing.

But it's really fun!

She glanced at Vermouth's high chest, her large, beautiful eyes darting around.

"Sister, just a few more strokes, just a few more..."

As Ai Haibara spoke, she pulled down Vermouth's clothes.

Then begin writing from a high vantage point.

Akemi Miyano's eyelids twitched as she watched.

My sister seems to have unlocked some new skill.

Chi Chufeng didn't return home until the next morning.

Judy, as expected of a veteran FBI investigator, quickly demonstrated her impressive physical abilities after overcoming the initial difficulties.

"Haihara? Akemi?"

There was no one in the house.

Chi Chufeng used his spatial eye to take a look; they had all gone to the lab.

The faint sound of sobbing could be heard coming from Ai Haibara's room nearby.

Chi Chufeng opened the door, puzzled, and his lips twitched.

No wonder the two sisters dared not stay at home; they had made things so bad for Vermouth.

Vermouth's body was like an impressionist canvas, covered with strange and wonderful things.

In particular, the chest area received special treatment; a turtle was drawn on the left and a pig on the right, making it impossible to recognize the original appearance.

Vermouth didn't even dare to show her face, only peeking out with her two pitiful big eyes between her fingers.

"Alright, stop playing the victim and go wash up."

Chi Chufeng patted the little pig with amusement.

Vermouth turned away, looking aggrieved, revealing a dark blue whip mark on her back.

That means, even after all I've done, you still don't know how to cherish a beautiful woman.

Chi Chufeng curled his lip.

He reached out and touched the woman's back, drawing out wisps of black mist from her body, and her skin quickly regained its fair and smooth appearance.

Akemi Miyano is not a cruel woman; she uses a weapon evolved from a black gemstone.

It looks serious, but it doesn't actually do much harm to the body. After absorbing the black energy, it's almost invisible.

Vermouth refused to get up from the floor, so Chi Chufeng had to carry her to the bathroom, put her in the bathtub, and wash her with warm water.

Wash the turtle, wash the pig, wash the black circles on your face (577).

Her exquisitely beautiful face and perfect figure gradually became apparent.

She looked like a mermaid lying in a bathtub.

After cleaning was completed, just as Akashika was about to leave, Vermouth reached out and hugged Akashika's thigh.

"Why are you doing this to me? Was my promise less than Judy's?"

The woman's eyes were filled with sorrow, as if she had been abandoned by a scumbag, looking utterly pitiful.

Chi Chufeng curled his lip.

"That's right, you did agree to quite a few conditions, but you left yourself too many escape routes. And to be honest, the Thousand-Faced Witch's promises are not very credible."

"As for Judy, she didn't have much to give, but that was all she had..."

Chi Chufeng left, leaving Vermouth somewhat stunned.

She lay in the warm bathtub, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.