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

The sky suddenly turned dark, a strong wind picked up, and a torrential downpour began.

The raindrops pounded against the windowpane, making a crisp and loud "pitter-patter" sound. At first, the sound was rather sparse, but as the raindrops became more and more concentrated, it gradually gathered into a magnificent symphony.

downstairs.

A traveler's palm tree swayed incessantly in the strong wind.

Large raindrops fell on the banana leaves, bending them. The rainwater flowed slowly down, landing in the mud below and gathering into shallow puddles.

……

The rain has just stopped.

Kitagawa Taki, with his arm around Vermouth, looked quite pleased with himself.

These are grapes that are perfectly ripe but have not yet been picked.

Kitagawa Taki grinned at Vermouth: "I'm a little thirsty, I'll go get a bottle of wine."

Vermouth gave a soft "Mmm": "I'll have some too."

He walked out of the bedroom, grabbed a bottle of red wine, opened it, and then went back inside.

Vermouth glanced at Kitagawa Taki and said in a languid voice, "You didn't even take the cup."

What do you need a cup for?

Kitagawa Taki walked over to Vermouth with the bottle of wine in his hand.

Under Vermouth's puzzled gaze, the scarlet liquid slowly flowed down.

"Hi~"

Vermouth gasped as she felt the chill, and quickly covered her chest with her hand to stop the wine from dripping down.

By now, how could she not understand how Kitagawa Taki wanted to drink?

Vermouth rolled her eyes dramatically and chuckled as Kitagawa Taki made his movements.

"You and Yukiko play like this too?"

“No… there… just you…” Kitagawa Taki stammered.

After Kitagawa Taki finished his drink, Vermouth flipped him over and pinned him down, then grabbed the bottle from the side and said, "My turn."

……

The two of them ruined a perfectly good bottle of wine.

After taking a shower, the two got down to business.

Vermouth asked, "Was that fake Kid using magic today?"

"Yes." Kitagawa Taki nodded slightly. "It should be some kind of illusion."

He planned to ask Koizumi Akako later; perhaps she would know something.

Kitagawa Taki looked at Vermouth and reached out to smooth her furrowed brows: "Don't worry, I have a way to deal with him."

"When I get back, I will refine some new Spirit Heart Talismans. You can carry them with you with you."

Vermouth and everything on him were things he had created before.

I thought it was no longer of much use, but the appearance of the spider proved to be very useful again.

Vermouth enjoyed Kitagawa Taki's care for her; it was when Kitagawa Taki dried her hair that she fell completely in love with him.

Throughout her life, she encountered many men who showed her concern and care, but she knew perfectly well what their motives were.

At that moment, those men, let alone drying her hair, would probably have been itching to take advantage of her.

Vermouth's mind raced upon hearing Kitagawa Taki's mention of the "Spirit Heart Talisman," recalling the talisman he had given her before. She asked, "Was it the talisman you gave me before?"

“Yes.” Kitagawa Taki explained, “It’s one of those. The Spirit Heart Talisman I’m making now will be even more powerful.”

Vermouth nodded.

"By the way, do you know who that person is?"

Kitagawa Taki said in a deep voice, "It can't be completely certain, but he should be codenamed 'Spider'."

"Spider?" Vermouth searched her memory.

Kitagawa Taki gave a general account of the feud between Kaito Kid and the Zoo Organization.

Vermouth suddenly realized: "I see. That spider was very likely sent by that organization to lure out Phantom Thief Kid."

She had already guessed something when she saw Kuroba's surname.

Kaito Kid is indeed her master, Toichi Kuroba.

"And what about that Lady Thief?" Vermouth asked meaningfully. "Judging from her appearance, she can't escape your grasp either, can she?"

“It’s still early!” Kitagawa Taki didn’t hide anything from Vermouth. “She told me to my face that she hasn’t forgotten Kuroba Toichi.”

"So what? Just take it down!" Vermouth reverted to her witch nature.

Kitagawa Taki chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Forced love is never sweet."

He has never liked to use force, because that would take away a lot of the fun.

Kitagawa Taki joked, "She's practically your teacher's wife, and you're actually advising me to use dirty tricks?"

"So what if she's your teacher's wife?" Vermouth whispered in Kitagawa Taki's ear, her voice full of allure, "Whatever woman you want, I can help you."

Kitagawa Taki was startled; he and Vermouth were truly birds of a feather, showing no regard for worldly conventions.

He raised his hand and patted Vermouth's rounded body, teasingly saying, "Then you've become a pimp."

"Don't you like it?" Vermouth's eyes were alluring as she reached out and lifted Kitagawa Taki's chin, her thumb lightly touching his lips.

What a seductive enchantress!

Kitagawa Taki's eyelids twitched, and he straightened up to press down on him.

Vermouth giggled and quickly stepped back, increasing the distance between herself and Kitagawa Taki.

"I'm sleepy, I want to go to sleep." She yawned.

Kitagawa Taki hesitated for a moment, then gave up and said, "Go to sleep, I'll stay with you!"

Vermouth's heart stirred when she saw Kitagawa Taki's appearance. She then leaned down and gradually lowered herself under Kitagawa Taki's surprised gaze.

"Let me help you first... then I'll sleep..." she stammered.

Chapter 382 Just got off a woman's bed, huh?

Let's rewind to when Kitagawa Taki and the others had just left the scene.

Gin snapped out of his nightmare in a daze.

He reached for his gun, but stopped when he saw that there was no one in front of him.

The sound of helicopter rotors coming from the sky made him look up.

Gin narrowed his eyes; the black dot of the helicopter was getting closer and closer.

He glanced at the still unconscious Vodka, then had no choice but to pick him up and toss him onto the back seat of the car.

Chianti, who was still unconscious in the car, and the two of them lay slumped over in the back seat.

But there was no time to worry about that right now. Gin quickly got into the car, started it, and sped away.

He tried to contact Vermouth on his phone while driving, but Vermouth was still unconscious, so how could he get through?

Unfortunately, they had no choice but to give up.

Gin kept recalling the previous scene in his mind. He had just opened his mouth when, a few seconds later, he fell into a hallucination.

How is it done?

……

"Big brother-"

Vodka woke up with a start, covered in a cold sweat.

He opened his eyes wide, looked again and again, and finally confirmed that he was in the car, and the person driving was his older brother!

Chianti, who was standing nearby, also slowly woke up and immediately reached for her sniper rifle.

"Alright." Gin glanced at the two of them in the rearview mirror.

Vodka's eyes were filled with fear, and he looked terrified: "Brother, what exactly is going on?"

Gin said nonchalantly, "We've probably been drugged and are now hallucinating."

This was the most reasonable explanation he could think of.

Although he didn't show it on his face, he was actually quite frightened inside.

They stood there like lambs to the slaughter, powerless to resist.

If Kidd had intended to kill, they would probably be corpses by now.

"A sleeping potion?" Vodka opened his mouth, even more convinced that Kidd possessed some kind of sorcery; that nightmare felt far too real!

But Vodka didn't voice his guess; he knew Gin certainly wouldn't believe such a thing.

Chianti remained silent, head bowed, lost in thought, a far cry from his usual wild self.

"Chianti...Chianti!"

Vodka called her name several times before Chianti finally looked up, looking confused.

Seeing that she was distraught, Vodka asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

But Chianti was completely unmoved, coldly replying, "I'm fine."

After saying that, he turned to look out the window.

Vodka was annoyed after being rebuffed, and cursed the woman inwardly for taking his kindness for granted!

Gin ignored Chianti; they had suffered their biggest defeat today, almost losing their lives, and no one would be in a good mood.

“Brother…” Vodka then turned to Gin and asked, “What should we do now?”