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

Ran Mouri's eyes lit up, just like a little fangirl chasing after a star.

Infected by the girl's emotions, Sharon Vineyard smiled again.

Yukiko Kudo also winked mischievously.

"Xiao Lan, you don't know, before they put on makeup, those actors are just ordinary people. Only now, before the performance, can we see their most beautiful outfits."

The three of them followed Sharon Vineyard backstage, where they immediately attracted the attention of the actors.

It seems Sharon Vineyard holds a fairly high position in the celebrity world.

Chapter 364 Vermouth's Goal

“Yukiko, let me show you around the stage,” Sharon Vineyard said.

"We know this place well, so why don't you let us lead the way?"

A blonde actress named Rose volunteered to lead the way.

Yukiko said apologetically, "Isn't that a bit inappropriate? There are only forty minutes left before the show starts."

“It’s alright, because the first 20 minutes are narrated to explain the origin of this musical to the audience, which is a story from Greek mythology,” Rose explained.

"Huh? What are those things up there?"

Xiaolan looked up.

"Those are costumes used on stage. They take up a lot of space, so they're hung up there..."

"Oh no! Danger!"

Xiao Lan suddenly let out a gasp.

Everyone looked up and saw a suit of armor fall from above. They immediately screamed and scattered in all directions.

Rose was about to run away when her clothes got caught on a name tag on the wall. Unable to get free, she could only stand there, struggling and screaming.

Without thinking, Ran Mouri lunged forward, but was pulled back by Aka Chufeng.

He pointed his arm towards the fallen armor. 610

Several columns of wind appeared beneath the armor, supporting it.

The massive, heavy armor seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, slowly slowing down and shifting sideways until it came to Chi Chufeng's side and lay flat on the ground.

The actresses all stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape.

They were all focused on the big star Sharon Vineyard and hadn't noticed the people she brought with her.

Seeing this scene now, I was immediately stunned and speechless.

"Sir, who are you?" Rose looked at Chi Chufeng with shining eyes.

Chi Chufeng smiled slightly, "I forgot to introduce myself just now. My name is Chi Chufeng, and I am an Onmyoji."

"Onmyoji?"

The actresses didn't quite understand.

Chi Chufeng thought for a moment and explained, "Onmyoji are people with divine power, just like... the angels in your dramas."

"Heaven, angel?"

The actresses were stunned.

Do angels really exist in this world?

Rose looked at Chi Chufeng with a strange glint in her eyes.

Looking at the girl's expression, Chi Chufeng's lips curled up slightly, and he pointed to her high, firm chest.

"Of course, Ms. Rose, do not be captivated by worldly illusions, for angels reside within you."

Chi Chufeng's words not only made Rose tremble, but also stirred Sharon Vineyard's heart.

A hush fell over the surroundings as everyone pondered the profound meaning of the words.

Ran Mouri looked up at the man's handsome face from in Akasa Kaze's arms.

Her face was full of adoration.

Sharon Vineyard suddenly said, "Alright ladies, it's getting late, it's your turn to take the stage now."

"Yukiko, I should go back too."

"Aren't you going to watch their performance from the audience?" Yukiko asked.

"I've already watched this show, but I came here to see you."

Sharon Vineyard spoke as she turned and left.

"And there's probably going to be an unprecedented storm tonight. I have some things to take care of, so I'll be leaving now."

Watching Sharon Vineyard's retreating figure, Chi Chufeng's lips curled into a smile.

We'll meet again, Sharon...

He activated a spatial eye and followed behind the woman.

Where there is light, there is darkness.

New York, near the Empire State Building, an underground stronghold of the Black Organization.

In the darkness, a man sat silently on the sofa.

jingle.

The gate to the stronghold was pushed open.

"Bourbon, how's it going?"

Hearing the sound, the man looked up.

"Vermouth, you've finally arrived. Just as you predicted, the rampant serial killer has caught the attention of the FBI, who have dispatched a team to search for him."

Bourbon turned on the indoor lights, and his short blond hair shone brightly under the light.

"The leader of the team is Shuichi Akai, the guy we call the Silver Bullet."

Vermouth, with her wavy hair, sat on the sofa, picked up a match with her long fingers, gently ran it across the sandpaper, and lit the cigarette after a flame appeared.

Smoke began to swirl and curl around the room.

She flicked the ash from her cigarette and said calmly:

"A silver bullet capable of destroying the organization? I've heard that this person has developed operational capabilities comparable to Gin's in just two years, but I think that's a bit of an exaggeration."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Bourbon shrugged, glanced at the time, and said, "I remember you said you had an appointment tonight? How about you leave the assassination of that man to me?"

As Bourbon finished speaking, a chilling killing intent inadvertently emanated from him.

Vermouth gave him a half-smile.

"Do you hate him that much? I remember you went on a few missions with him, didn't you?"

"So what? Traitors should be eliminated without mercy."

Bourbon slightly suppressed his smile, revealing an innocent expression.

Vermouth shrugged: "You're right, but unfortunately, I also want to meet this Silver Bullet in person, so sorry."

A fleeting hint of regret crossed Bourbon's eyes, but he concealed it well.

Chapter 365 You also want to fall into depravity?

Vermouth didn't shy away from Bourbon; in front of him, she began to feign innocence, applying a silicone-like face mask.

Bourbon waited a moment, glanced at his watch, and asked, "Are you sure one person is enough? No backup needed?"

Vermouth put on a wig and turned her head away slowly.

“I’ve heard that Shuichi Akai is very perceptive, and the more people there are, the easier it is to be discovered. I being alone will actually make him lower his guard.”

Vermouth turned around, and her appearance was completely different from before.

With silver hair and a slightly ferocious face, he is the silver-haired serial killer who has recently been spotted in New York.

"Alright, I should be going now. Bourbon, you should have dealt with the real guy by now, right?"

After changing her clothes, Vermouth's voice became much deeper.

"of course."

Bourbon nodded and handed over a pistol.

"He's lying in an abandoned building in the old neighborhood right now; the terrain there is complicated, making it a good place to make his move."

Vermouth took the pistol, unscrewed the silencer, and put it in her pocket.

She didn't say anything more, turned around and left.

The Ghost Theater of the Paramount Club.