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

Professor Agasa held up a strap and said, "This is a retractable suspender. Just press a button and the rubber strap will automatically extend or retract. It will be very useful for you right now."

Conan took the retractable sling and tried it out. It was indeed a great help. He didn't have enough strength right now, and this thing could handle many situations. It was also easy to carry.

But Conan urgently needs a gadget to work with the leg-strengthening shoes.

"Professor, what about that gadget I mentioned last time?" Conan looked at Professor Agasa expectantly.

"This is it!" Professor Agasa took out a belt from behind him and introduced it, "It's called a soccer belt."

"Football? Belt?"

Conan couldn't figure out the purpose of the belt.

"See!" Professor Agasa said, pressing a button on his belt. A soccer ball inflated in a few seconds and fell down.

Conan juggled the ball twice with his foot; it was no different from a regular soccer ball.

"This belt is excellent!" Conan exclaimed.

Playing football is his forte; he's more comfortable with it than anything else.

After receiving the gadget made by Professor Agasa, Conan soon returned home.

Neither of them knew that their conversation had been overheard by members of the black-clad organization they were desperately searching for.

Vermouth took off her headphones; she was now 100% certain that Conan was Shinichi Kudo!

The organization has used the drug that Sherry made many times, but everyone except Shinichi Kudo has been confirmed dead.

This means that the drug only has a chance of making people smaller.

Sherry, as the drug developer, must have accidentally discovered that the drug could shrink people, which is why she altered Shinichi Kudo's records.

A bold guess couldn't help but surface in Vermouth's mind—

Sherry disappeared without a trace. Did she shrink like Shinichi Kudo?

Vermouth caressed the photo of Sherry in her hand, but she wouldn't report her discovery to the organization.

If the organization had known that the drug had this effect, they certainly wouldn't have executed Shirley, but would have allowed her to continue her research.

This is not in line with her purpose.

When she finds Sherry, it will be Sherry's death day!

However, Vermouth now faces a problem—she doesn't know what Shirley looked like as a child.

Vermouth searched her mind, and someone came to mind.

Pisco!

Pisco's real name is Kenzo Masuyama. On the surface, he is the chairman of a Japanese car company, but in reality, he is a veteran member of the organization and has a close relationship with the Miyano couple. It is very likely that he met Sherry when she was a child.

With that in mind, Vermouth immediately decided to go to Pisco's car company.

Half an hour later.

Vermouth was already sitting in Pisco's office.

"Vermouth, what brings you here?"

To be honest, Pisco was quite surprised when he first met Vermouth.

As a veteran member of the organization, he knew more about Vermouth than others.

This woman is dangerous, and she also has a deep relationship with the boss.

They are not to be trifled with, much less to be trifled with.

Vermouth asked directly, "Pisco, you and the Miyano couple have a good relationship, right?"

Pisco paused for a moment as he lit his cigarette. "It's really good."

Have you ever seen what Shirley looked like when she was little?

Vermouth slammed Shirley's photo on the table.

“I’ve seen him.” Pisco took a drag of his cigarette, wondering what Vermouth’s purpose was in asking these questions. “But why are you asking?”

He didn't think about Shirley shrinking, after all, who would believe such a thing if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes?

Vermouth didn't want to say more. "I have my uses. Do you have any photos?"

“No.” Pisco shook his head, then changed the subject, “I can draw a portrait of her for you, but there’s a condition.”

"What are the conditions?" Vermouth crossed her arms, all she wanted was to know what Sherry looked like as a child.

“I have a mission to carry out next week.” Pisco paused, glanced at Vermouth, and continued, “An assassination mission.”

Vermouth laughed upon hearing this, looking at Pisco with a mocking expression, "You're so old, and the organization still sends you assassination missions?"

In fact, Pisco is 71 years old, and his hair and beard are completely white.

Pisco's lips twitched. He didn't want to do assassinations either! With his old bones and limbs, he was lucky to do intelligence work, let alone risk assassinating others.

But the organization had given him the task, and he had no choice but to carry it out; otherwise, he would face certain death.

Vermouth's smile faded, and she said seriously, "So, you want me to help you, right?"

Chapter 120 I Should Play Along with Your Act

Pisco nodded.

Vermouth then asked, "What are the specific tasks?"

Pisco explained, "The assassination was of a congressman named Shigehiko Tonoguchi, who had some dealings with the organization and knew a certain amount about it."

"But lately this guy has been acting strangely, secretly contacting the Mud Ginseng Association, seemingly trying to have his cake and eat it too."

"Mud Ginseng Gathering?"

Vermouth knew about this gang, and it used to be a rival organization in the Tokyo area, but it seems to have declined.

Pisco described the current state of the Mud Sand Association: "The Mud Sand Association was recently consolidated by a woman named Kiriko Busujima, and it is developing rapidly, showing a tendency to expand beyond Tokyo."

Vermouth, however, was unaware of this situation. "Oh? The organization hasn't reacted at all?"

Pisco said helplessly, "As you know, the organization has been heavily infiltrated by intelligence agencies from various countries, and we simply don't have the resources to deal with this kind of problem right now."

Vermouth nodded slightly. Gin is still abroad cleaning up traitors within the organization!

Pisco then returned to the matter of Shigehiko Tomoguchi, saying, "Shigehiko Tomoguchi will be attending a memorial service for the famous director Akira Sakamaki at the Beika City Hotel next weekend."

After hearing this, Vermouth immediately agreed, "No problem, I'll be there."

She could easily attend Akira Sakamaki's memorial service under the identity of Chris Vineyard.

Pisco's face lit up with joy; with Vermouth's help, the assassination mission would be much easier.

"I'll draw it for you right now." He took a piece of paper from his desk and started drawing with a pencil.

Half an hour later, Ai Haibara's appearance was revealed.

Vermouth took the portrait, looked at it, and found it wasn't very detailed, but it was enough that she could recognize the person.

A few days ago, Vermouth found Kitagawa Taki without conducting any investigation, but after asking around a bit, she obtained Kitagawa Taki's address.

That's why she had no idea that Akemi Miyano and Ai Haibara existed.

"Don't forget next weekend," Pisco reminded Vermouth as she prepared to leave.

Vermouth chuckled, "I know."

After saying that, Vermouth left with the portrait in her pocket.

Just as she got downstairs, Vermouth's phone rang.

She took out her phone and saw that it was Kitagawa Taki calling again.

Vermouth was somewhat exasperated, because Kitagawa Taki had been calling her every few days, trying to ask her out.

However, she was busy eavesdropping on Professor Agasa and had no time to meet with Kitagawa Taki, so she had to keep refusing.

Vermouth answered the phone, and Kitagawa Taki's voice came from the other end: "Chris, are you free today?"

Inside the Kitagawa Exorcism Office.

Kitagawa Taki was leaning back in his chair, holding a cup of tea in his left hand and his phone in his right.

The reason he called Vermouth so frequently was to find out Vermouth's purpose.

Of course, there's another reason, but I won't go into details.

“Today is fine.” Vermouth figured Kitagawa Taki was probably just curious about her true identity, so she readily agreed, especially since her surveillance had just ended.

"Wait for me at the Polo Coffee shop across from the office! I'll be there in a bit."

"it is good."

The two didn't say much, and then hung up the phone.

"She agreed?" Ai Haibara asked, noticing Taki Kitagawa's expression.

“Mm.” Kitagawa Taki nodded.

Ai Haibara didn't quite agree with Kitagawa Taki's approach; she felt that contact with that woman was too dangerous.

Ai Haibara couldn't help but ask, "Do you know what her code name is?"

Kitagawa Taki said nonchalantly, "Vermouth, who else could it be but her?"

Ai Haibara said, "So you knew, but I must warn you, her words are not credible."

"Thanks for the reminder, Ai." Kitagawa Taki got up, walked behind Haibara Ai, and ruffled her hair.

Ai Haibara frowned and glared at Taki Kitagawa.

"Is this how you express gratitude?"

Kitagawa Taki laughed loudly as he left the house.

One minute later, Kitagawa Taki arrived at the Polo Cafe.

Since Akemi Miyano came to the agency, he has never eaten at Polo Cafe again.

Seeing Kitagawa Taki enter, he greeted her warmly, "Mr. Kitagawa, you're quite a rare guest these days!"