In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

Chapter 89 How did this group of people even get together?!

Meanwhile, setting aside Rum's unease, the distillery staff had already completed their work in the apartment: cleaning up the scene, copying the video footage, and rescuing Chianti and Cohen, who were tightly bound.

They quickly conducted a physical examination on the two men, and after confirming that they had not been turned into human bombs or anything like that, they handcuffed them and then took them directly to Gin's car.

Then came the essential but lengthy explanation, which I'll skip over.

"What you mean is—"

Gin rubbed his temples, trying to summarize what the two had told him: "You were captured by Konek, tied up, and made to watch a videotape where ghosts crawled out of the TV screen, and then he told you you only had seven days to live?"

"It's strange—" Cohen nodded and answered briefly, "but that's exactly how it is."

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Gin rubbed his temples again, trying to calm his rising blood pressure. "I'll only ask you once. Are you kidding me?"

"No way! We're not crazy enough to joke at a time like this, it really is like this!" Chianti protested loudly. "That ghost in white was incredibly realistic! Hypnosis or naked-eye 3D couldn't achieve that level of realism!"

"—Is that so? I understand." Gin sighed, waving his hand with an attitude that said, "They're already like this, why not just comply?" "Here's what we'll do: go back and find a medical station to observe them for a few days, to make sure there are no problems, understand?"

Chianti finally came to her senses. She wasn't stupid; she could tell that Gin hardly believed what the two of them had just said.

But what can be done? Only the two of them—and Konek—have seen Sadako, but can he be brought in as a witness?

The sensation of hair getting into their mouths was undeniably real, and the chilling, shivering feeling still lingered vividly in their bodies. Yet, they couldn't find a way to explain it in a way that would convince anyone—perhaps only after seven days, when the curse truly came knocking, would the organization take the situation seriously.

But by then, it will be too late no matter what you say.

Some time later, in the Middle East, inside an underground building whose exact address no one knew.

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A tall figure emerged from the darkness, sat down at the computer desk, opened his email, and looked at the latest emails.

"The latest cyborg was killed by Konek within minutes."

He read the contents of the email concisely, then remained silent for a while before letting out a cold laugh: "As expected, he's just a useless piece of trash."

Under the dim light of the computer screen, a somber face, reminiscent of a "crow," scrutinizes several emails in the inbox.

He was probably over 2.5 meters tall, but he didn't have overly bulky muscles; in fact, he looked rather thin. This made his already sinister appearance even more terrifying, especially his long, hooked nose, which added to his aggressive look—if a timid person stood in front of him, they would probably be too scared to even speak.

One reason is not only his appearance and thin physique, but also the unusual feature that appeared in his right eye socket.

—A void.

The area that should have been his right eye looked as if the space itself had been gouged out, leaving a dark "hole" about half the size of a fist. Anyone who saw it would think that this defect was fatal, but he moved around as easily as if he were not affected at all, which was extremely contradictory and terrifying.

This is the boss of the Black Organization—Karasuma Renya.

Why he appeared here in this manner, and what he was doing—these are not questions that should be answered now.

Karasuma Renya stared at the computer screen, pondered for a moment, and then closed his eyes.

"As expected," he muttered to himself. "This so-called organization is utterly useless; it can't even take down a mere traitor—oh well, the accumulation is about enough. It's time to take action myself."

"Let's take Japan as the first step."

He casually recounted the rather horrifying details, but Karasuma Renya's expression remained unchanged, as if he were simply considering what to eat for dinner.

Then he stood up and walked back into the thick darkness behind him.

"We should be about here by now—"

Some time later, Mason, who had driven all the way from Shibuya back to Beika, made sure that no one was following him.

After looking at himself, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Why "probably"? Because his field of vision and counter-tracking capabilities are limited, and there are cameras everywhere in modern society. If someone follows him from outside his detection range, there's nothing he can do about it.

The light energy storage is only about one-fifth of what it used to be. If you convert it, it can probably recover about one and a half times from being torn apart by five horses. To be honest, it's still enough. But given Mason's personality—he gets anxious when his phone battery drops below 90% and feels awkward when it drops below 70%—a mere one-fifth of the storage is practically no different from zero.

But he didn't have many flashbangs left from the safe house at the distillery, and they wouldn't charge much, so he planned to find a wilderness survival club or something to buy a few boxes of high-powered flashlights to make do for now—ah, he really missed Scott's super-fast charging; if he had Scott around, he could have gone wild without worry.

—Laughing so hard, they can't die at all.

And so he drove towards the city center of Mihana.

To be fair, neither the Japanese police nor the brewery were particularly skilled, and Mason didn't use any exceptional stealth techniques. He simply followed Google Maps' directions, circled the dark alleys of Shibuya a few times, changed his clothes, and covered his head with a hoodie and mask. Surprisingly, he managed to escape smoothly. He had expected to be caught halfway and then have to go through a thrilling car chase, but he drove steadily all the way to Beika City, which was rather disappointing.

On the way, he also took the opportunity to organize his thoughts.

The pocket watch got hot and extra hands appeared every time I encountered the cyborgs from the distillery. So now I can basically conclude that my mission objective is indeed related to the distillery. In that case, things will be simple.

In short, list Karasuma Renya, Rum, Gin, and the like as suspects. Now that things have come to this, there's no need to worry about multiple choices anymore. Just drive a dump truck and wreak havoc on the entire brewery, and all the problems will surely be solved.

Great! It's so good to be able to solve problems simply and brutally through violence. What he hates most are those ridiculous things with one mystery after another.

As for how to do it specifically, that's a question that requires careful consideration.

Anyway, I have "this thing" on hand.

Mason turned his head and looked at the black watch face on his wrist.

The pointer is pointing slightly west-northwest, which could be towards Jinze, or even further into the continent, or even the Middle East. As long as this thing exists, there's no need to worry about not finding the enemy. Just gather enough strength and then charge over in one fell swoop.

Suddenly, Mason's phone rang.

It was lucky that it wasn't soaked in Mason's blood; a quick wipe and it was ready to use again.

Mason took out his phone, glanced at it, and saw that it displayed Conan's number.

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He scratched his head and then answered the phone.

"Hey, isn't this the great detective?" Mason said. "What's up?"

"Mr. Mason, let me get straight to the point," Conan said bluntly, "Did you have anything to do with the Shibuya terrorist attack?"

"You're well-informed." Mason nodded without much surprise. "Indeed, but I was the victim. I almost died there. By the way, how did you connect this to me? I'm confident I wasn't being followed."

"intuition."

Conan sighed. "I wasn't sure before I made that call."

"Oh, it seems I've been tricked." Mason chuckled. "So? What's your purpose?"

"Please come to Beika City."

Conan replied, "What you wanted has been found."

What I want?

Mason paused for a moment before realizing that Conan was probably referring to Itakura Taku's program floppy disk.

Seriously, dude, you guys actually found it?

When Mason used this thing as a starting point, he didn't really expect anyone to be able to find it. As long as he could connect with the Grim Reaper and his friends, he didn't care whether the program was there or not. But he actually managed to find it—who did it? Could it be Sleeping Kogoro?

That's just too incredible.

Uh, wait a minute, am I missing something?

Mason thought for a moment and then connected a seemingly insignificant clue.

It is known that Itakura Taku and Sharon Hajime (also known as Vermouth) are acquainted, and Vermouth is a key figure in the brewery. So, would Vermouth at least know some clues about the software developed by Itakura Taku? If she has any clues, with the methods of the Kudo father and son, there is probably nothing they can't find.

On second thought, they were basically able to capture Vermouth mainly because of their own efforts in C, so in that sense—

Could it be that I gave myself an assist?

Having thought of this, Mason casually probed, "It seems Vermouth was interrogated so thoroughly that she even revealed the color of her underwear?"

"Aha—I don't want you to say that to me."

Suddenly, a female voice with a hint of resignation came from the other end of the phone—it was Vermouth.

What's going on? I've only been gone for less than a day, right? How come it feels like I've missed a lot of really exciting plot developments?

Mason was somewhat taken aback by Vermouth speaking to Conan, so he hissed and asked with interest, "What's wrong, Great Detective? You weren't killed, were you?"

That was just a joke. After all, anyone with a brain knows how valuable the group of people Conan summoned are. If he could still be defeated by them, he should never go out into the world again, or he would be nailed to the pillar of shame and infamous for eternity.

"Hahaha—" Conan chuckled dryly, "The situation is much more complicated than that. Before today, I probably would never have dreamed that something so outrageous would happen."

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—It seems I really missed a lot of exciting plot developments.

"That's something we should listen to."

Mason raised an eyebrow: "Give me the address, I'll be there as soon as possible."

"Then let's go to the first hotel on the left after leaving Teitan High School," Conan said weakly. "Please hurry up, just this once, I can't stand the atmosphere around me anymore."

"Huh?"

A sense of wonder, "This person can say things like that?" lingered in Mason's mind. After hanging up the phone, he immediately stepped on the gas, accelerated into fifth gear, and sped towards the city center of Beika.

Some time later, Mason arrived at the address Conan had specified.

Because it took him some time to buy and charge the flashlights, the sun was already setting when he arrived. The good news was that it worked well; the direct light from over a hundred powerful flashlights replenished some of the lost energy. Although it wasn't fully charged, it was enough to ease Mason's anxiety.

After getting off the bus, he immediately spotted Shinichi Kudo standing at the hotel entrance.

Ok?

The explosive scene startled Mason, who immediately assumed a defensive stance and glared, demanding, "What kind of monster are you? State your name!"

But what followed was even more explosive. This "Shinichi Kudo" opened his mouth and immediately uttered a pleasant, gentle, mature female voice: "Oh, you're the Konek Shin-chan was talking about?"

Shin-chan?

And this female voice?

Mason realized—oh, I see, it's a disguise.

"Vermouth—no, Yukiko Kudo?" he hissed. "That's some really sophisticated stuff!"

"Huh, you actually recognized me?"

Yukiko Kudo blinked, then reached out and pressed a slightly protruding spot on the side of her neck, seamlessly switching to Shinichi Kudo's voice.

It's probably some kind of voice changer; it's really high-end.

"Come on, it's up there, we're all waiting for you."

Mason stroked his chin and nodded. Confident in his own abilities and trusting in Conan's character, he didn't doubt whether it was a trap. Even if it was, he had a way to escape. But if he didn't go in, who would he go to for the fun he missed?

So he followed Yukiko Kudo all the way to the third floor of the hotel, came to the door of a three-person room, and then pushed the door open and went in.

The moment the door opened, Mason gasped.

The room wasn't big, but the lineup inside was absolutely amazing.

Conan, Ai Haibara, Shiho Miyano, Shuichi Akai, Jodie, Makoto Kyogoku, and a few other large men who I don't recognize but look like soldiers or bodyguards.

Ah—this must be what they mean by a gathering of wise men and women, young and old alike.

—How did this group of people even get together?

The moment they entered, everyone's eyes turned to them, their expressions varied: some were wary (Jodie, Ai Haibara), some were intrigued (Shuichi Akai), and some gave death stares (Shiho Miyano)—you could tell from their eyes that the last one was definitely Vermouth in disguise.

"Heh heh, isn't this my dear Konek?"

Wearing Shiho Miyano's face, Vermouth sat on the bed and let out an exaggerated, fake laugh: "You came pretty fast."

To be honest, it feels like an old woman trying to look young, which is kind of disgusting.

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Mason scratched his face: "Anyway—can someone explain to me what's going on here?"

"—I'll do it." Conan, sitting on the bed, sighed and slowly said, "It all started last night."

Let's rewind a bit and head to Professor Agasa's house from last night.

Facing the Kudo family, Vermouth uttered a shocking statement.

"all in all----"

She took a deep breath and then said, "Let's wipe out the organization!"

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At this moment, Conan had just contacted Makoto Kyogoku and asked him to return to Beika City in the near future to act as his bodyguard and ensure the safety of himself and Ai Haibara. He had just breathed a sigh of relief, but when he suddenly heard this, he was so shocked that he almost couldn't catch his breath and looked at Vermouth with a tactical backward posture.

"What did you say?"

"I said, since things have come to this, let's conspire together and take down the organization."

Vermouth stated unequivocally, "You know the organization's methods. Although I was forced into this, if what I just said were to leak out, I'd be in for a world of trouble. Rather than that, it's better to strike first and eliminate them. That's in my best interest right now, isn't it?"

Wow.

Yukiko Kudo exclaimed, "Sharon, you're so frankly shameless!"

"Don't give me that." Vermouth rolled her eyes. "Who pushed me to this point? I don't need to name names, do I?"

It's often said that traitors are most ruthless when they turn on their former colleagues; that's pretty much the gist of it.

"Are you serious?!"

Conan pushed up his glasses, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes.

Seeing this, Vermouth flew into a rage: "Don't go too far!"

She had every reason to say that. After all, she was a powerful figure in the underworld, but after her inexplicable downfall and subsequent mental humiliation, her patience had reached its limit. She was just waiting for an opportunity to explode. The fact that she was being questioned when she offered to pledge her allegiance was truly devastating. If she could stand up, she would have wanted to jump up and strangle her beloved godson.

Seeing this, Yukiko immediately stepped in to smooth things over, waving her hand with a smile and saying, "Haha, don't take it to heart, Shin-chan."

She then pressed Vermouth, who was struggling to get up, back onto the bed. Vermouth immediately glared at her, but was gracefully ignored.

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Vermouth went silent.

It seems I really did a lot of bad things in the first half of my life, and now I'm being punished by this family.

For a moment, she even had the thought that she should just find an opportunity to commit suicide.

At this point, Yusaku Kudo couldn't stand it any longer and stepped in to stop his wife and son's mental attack, calmly saying, "Ms. Vermouth, please explain your thoughts in detail."