Solving cases with Detective Conan's science? No, I'm a cultivator!

Inspector Megure felt a headache coming on; this was already the third case involving the mysterious men in black.

“Inspector, the deceased was shot once in each shoulder, with the fatal wound in the head, a bullet right between the eyebrows.” Takagi Wataru walked to Inspector Megure’s side and whispered in his ear, “I suspect the deceased was tortured or interrogated by the killer before his death.”

Inspector Megure found Takagi Wataru's speculation reasonable; if the intention was to kill, one shot would have been enough, and there was no need to shoot him twice in the shoulder.

"In addition, we found a pistol with a silencer on the deceased. Based on the traces at the scene, the deceased did not resist before his death."

Takagi paused for a moment, then continued, "It's possible that the deceased and the murderer knew each other."

Because we knew each other, I obediently got into the other person's car?

If that's the case, then Kenzo Masuyama might be in cahoots with the men in black.

Inspector Megure nodded. "Brother Takagi, investigate Kenzo Masuyama's residence immediately and take a team there to see if you can find any useful information."

"Yes!"

Unbeknownst to the two, just moments before, Vermouth, wearing a human skin mask, had silently slipped away from the crowd of onlookers.

Vermouth returned to her car, which was not far away, ripped off her hood, and lit a cigarette.

"Whoo~"

She truly never expected that Pisco would die just by turning around!

Although Vermouth was at the scene, she was too far away to know the specifics of Pisco's murder.

We can only wait for further news from the organization...

Now, she has something else to do.

With that in mind, Vermouth started the car and headed towards Pisco's residence.

Pisco lives in a suburban villa.

Upon arriving near her destination, Vermouth first disguised herself, changing into a gray uniform and becoming an ordinary cleaner.

Vermouth took a can of gasoline from the trunk and went straight into Pisco's villa.

A few minutes later.

Vermouth had skillfully set the fire, and only when she saw the fire growing larger did she leave with peace of mind.

On the street outside the villa, Vermouth brushed past Takagi Wataru and the others who were in a hurry.

She pulled her hat down slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips, and disappeared around the street corner...

Arriving too late, Wataru Takagi saw the raging fire and was helpless, so he could only call 119 (the emergency number).

……

night.

Kitagawa Taki arrived at the address Vermouth had given him.

A luxury apartment building located in Shinjuku Ward.

22 floors.

After Kitagawa Taki rang the doorbell, Vermouth quickly opened the door.

Upon seeing Vermouth, Kitagawa Taki's eyes lit up. As expected, cuteness is nothing compared to sexiness!

Vermouth must have just finished showering, as her hair was still a little damp.

She was wearing a black lace nightgown, which perfectly showcased her figure.

She was wearing white sandals, and the tips of her toes, painted with fuchsia nail polish, were showing.

Vermouth didn't care about Kitagawa Taki's unbridled gaze.

She leaned closer, still fresh from her shower, and said with a smile, "You're pretty punctual."

"Did you just finish taking a shower?"

Kitagawa Taki was quite curious as to why Vermouth was taking a bath so early.

Vermouth replied honestly, "Yes, I've had a long day and just got back!"

She set fire to the Pisco villa, got all sweaty from the fire, and of course needed to take a shower when she got home.

Kitagawa Taki walked into the living room, where he could overlook the neon-lit street scene outside through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Your place is quite nice. Did you just buy it?"

The furniture and decor are clearly new.

"Yes."

Vermouth sat at the bar, her long, fair legs crossed, creating a striking contrast with her black dress.

Kitagawa Taki exclaimed, "Big stars are so rich!"

Vermouth sighed and said self-deprecatingly, "What good is money if you don't have freedom?"

Kitagawa Taki didn't know if Vermouth's feelings were genuine.

After all, Vermouth's actions and thoughts are unpredictable and unfathomable.

Women can be pecked and rubbed, but they cannot be pondered.

"Want a drink?"

Vermouth composed herself and pointed to the entire wall of wine in front of her.

“Okay.” Kitagawa Taki sat down next to Vermouth.

"I'd like a sweet vermouth with ice."

Vermouth glanced at Kitagawa Taki unexpectedly, and for a moment she even wondered if Kitagawa Taki knew her true identity.

Because Vermouth was her codename, Vermouth.

But she dismissed her suspicions, because even within the organization, few people knew her true identity.

Vermouth took down a bottle of sweet Vermouth and tentatively asked, "You like this kind of wine?"

Kitagawa Taki said, "Compared to other vermouths, it has a richer flavor and a more lingering aftertaste."

Vermouth nodded slightly, took out a glass, added an ice cube, poured in half a glass of wine, then cut a long strip of lemon peel, squeezed out the juice, and finally put the lemon peel into the glass.

"Adding lemon peel adds more flavor."

Vermouth pushed the glass towards Kitagawa Taki and said, "But I don't like this drink. I prefer stronger drinks."

As she spoke, Vermouth took another bottle of liquor from the shelf and poured herself a glass.

The wine glasses clinked together, making a crisp sound.

"You said you went abroad this morning, where did you go?"

"U.K."

Vermouth smiled slightly as she recalled what had happened a few days ago.

I wonder if that woman shrank or died?

Chapter 141 Gin: Vermouth, what the hell are you doing?

Let's rewind to a few days ago.

Vermouth is investigating the whereabouts of the Miyano sisters when she suddenly receives an email from "that gentleman".

Tell her to hurry up and go to London, England to continue the mission she was on three years ago.

Three years ago, Vermouth began impersonating Akai Tsutomu and loitering on the streets, intentionally trying to be discovered by MI6 agents in order to lure out the vanished Akai Mary.

A year ago, Vermouth ran into Mary Akai on the streets of London and lied that she was being hunted down by an organization while investigating the Koji Haneda case, which resulted in a severe head injury and amnesia, leaving her homeless.

Tsutomu Akai is an MI6 agent and the father of Shuichi Akai. He disappeared seventeen years ago while being hunted by the organization, but has been confirmed dead by the organization.

The purpose of luring out Mary Akai was to avoid exposure and allow Vermouth to successfully infiltrate MI6 under the identity of Tsutomu Akai.

……

United Kingdom.

London.

Vauxhall Bridge.

Disguised as Akai Tsutomu, he met with Akai Mary here.

"Wu Wu, it's been a long time."

Mary Akai leaned against the railing, watching Tsutomu Akai slowly walk towards her, her gaze shifting slightly.

"Tsutomu Akai" apologized, "I'm sorry, Mary, it's been so long, I can't remember the places where we used to meet."

Mary Akai picked up her coffee, took a sip, and asked, "Have you found out who killed Koji Haneda?"

"Tsutomu Akai" shook his head. "All we know for now is that it was done by a very powerful organization. I've been targeted by them, so I can only run for my life now."

"Then...why haven't you contacted me for the past ten years?" Mary Akai asked again.

Mary Akai, being an MI6 agent as well, was naturally no pushover either.

She didn't completely trust the identity of the person in front of her.

"Akai Tsutomu" was somewhat excited: "When we met by chance before, didn't I tell you that I suffered a serious head injury while being chased by them, which caused me to lose my memory? It wasn't until I met you that I regained my memory."

"By the way, did you bring your sons here?" Akai Tsutomu asked tentatively.

My main purpose is to find out about Shuichi Akai's whereabouts.

The organization still harbors some fear of Shuichi Akai, whom they consider a "silver bullet" capable of destroying the organization.

Upon hearing this, Mary Akai lowered her gaze and slowly said, "No, I came with my daughter."

"Daughter?" Akai Tsutomu was somewhat surprised.

Because the intelligence provided by the organization did not mention the existence of this daughter.

Mary Akai smiled. "It seems you haven't fully recovered your memories yet. You used to hold her."

"Akai Tsutomu" continued, following Akai Mary's words: "That child... has he grown up now?"