Detective: I'm Sato Miwako's Informant

The woman slowly lowered her head, her soft hair falling down to obscure her face. Her voice gradually grew cold and chilling, slowly reaching Shimabukuro Kimie's ears:

"To find out if he has feelings for me, I did something big..."

Shimabukuro Kimie held her breath, her hands gripping her bag tightly, her beautiful eyes darting around, seemingly lost in thought.

"I... killed someone, and deliberately let him find out."

"But later he helped me hide my past, but he still didn't show any feelings for me and continued to treat me the same as before."

"At this moment, I have completely given up."

"But if I can't have someone, I won't let anyone else have them."

"Guess what I did in the end?"

The woman slowly raised her head, her gaze fixed on Shimabukuro Kimie, who was now drenched in sweat, with a half-smile.

"No...no..." For some reason, a huge sense of fear rose in Shimabukuro Kimie's heart. It was as if she had thought of something, but she didn't dare to say it out loud.

The woman laughed, a radiant laugh, and whispered in Shimabukuro Kimie's ear, "I killed him..."

Shimabukuro Kimie froze, her face turning deathly pale.

"Oh, right." The woman slowly took out a white piece of paper from her pocket, on which was written a large number—2.

She gently placed it in Shimabukuro Kimie's hand, smiling slightly, "This is my lucky charm; you must keep it safe."

After saying that, the woman smiled and glanced at Shimabukuro Kimie one last time before slowly turning and leaving.

silence.

Scared.

Shimabukuro Kimie looked down at the number "2" on the white paper in her hand, feeling as if the paper was filled with the smell of blood, and she was terrified.

She was afraid that what the woman was saying was her future fate, but for some reason, a hint of murderous intent also appeared in her eyes. She didn't even realize it herself. Her body started trembling again, and she went upstairs in a daze.

Not far away...

The woman watched as Shimabukuro Kimie went upstairs like a puppet, a cold smile gradually creeping onto her lips.

Gently, she placed her hand on her face (good Zhao's), and slowly peeled off a layer of skin, revealing a face that could charm all beings—it was Vermouth.

"Come on... come on... this is all just the beginning..."

"Little brother...we'll meet soon, it won't be long. I've prepared a final gift for you, I'm sure you'll like it."

"Hehe...hahaha..."

Vermouth laughed like a devil, her tone full of joy, but even more so, anticipation.

What is she expecting?

It seems like nobody knows.

But she had done all she could; now all that was left was to wait and see the show.

She firmly believed that Osamu Shiraishi would put on a spectacular show for her. What would be the price of being a queen...?

She was really looking forward to it.

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Finally, he would appear before her, making him truly realize that he had provoked a demon.

Chapter 0130: Yukiko Awakens

the other side.

Mihua Hotel.

In a luxurious room.

There was a man and a woman in the room, both asleep and showing no signs of waking up.

Suddenly, the man's lips moved unconsciously, and finally he slowly opened his eyes.

Shiraishi Xiu felt extremely exhausted, both mentally and physically. As soon as he sat up in bed, he realized he wasn't alone, and his expression instantly changed.

Because he had just seen another person sleeping next to him.

In that instant, he realized what had happened and panicked.

He found it all unbelievable. He tiptoed out of bed, got dressed, and slowly left, disappearing from the hotel room in a flash.

I just arrived at the entrance of the Mihua Hotel.

It was only then that Shiraishi Xiu realized that it was already dark outside.

He never expected that someone as vigilant as himself would fall victim to such an ambush, and that a whole day had passed since he regained consciousness. It was truly terrifying; no wonder he felt so physically and mentally exhausted.

"Sigh...this matter..."

Shiraishi Xiu really didn't know what to do, but for some reason he felt like he was laughing. Even though being ambushed was an unpleasant thing, his mind was full of messy memories.

Moreover, his mind was filled with images of Kiko, and his body, which had been standing straight, gradually slumped over, as if he had an upset stomach.

Although he was ambushed, he remembered it very clearly, without missing any details.

If given the chance, he would like to ask what kind of spray it is that is so powerful, where he got his hands on it, and whether it is still available for sale.

Under the curious gazes of passersby.

Shiraishi Osamu walked quickly home with his back bent. As for Yukiko, he hadn't figured out how to face her, so he figured he might as well go home first.

Finally…

After half an hour.

He returned home.

As soon as he got home, he ignored the two women in the house and rushed into the bathroom to take a shower.

There was nothing he could do; he felt sticky and uncomfortable all over, so he had to go home and take a shower.

However, he was still wondering who was plotting against him, and in such a way.

The thought that even Yukiko had fallen victim to such a terrible act made him even a little hopeful—no, a little worried—that Eri Kisaki might suffer the same fate…

This is really...

After taking a shower, he came out with his phone, sat on the sofa, and looked at the photos on his phone. He saw two pictures and two numbers on them.

Behind the Photo -- Part 5

Playing cards – the three of spades.

Shiraishi Osamu stared at the two pictures repeatedly for a long time, unable to imagine what they represented, since there were simply too many things that could represent those two numbers.

In the kitchen.

While making dinner, Shimabukuro Kimie thought about the woman she had met, glanced at Shiraishi Osamu's back, said nothing, and silently continued making her dinner.

Mihua Hotel.

In a luxury suite.

"meet……"

Yukiko let out a cry of pain and slowly opened her eyes. As soon as she regained consciousness, she felt waves of fatigue wash over her body.

She glanced around; the sky outside the window had already darkened, and she remained silent, completely stunned.

Memories from the daytime gradually surfaced in my mind. Even though they were uncontrollable and involuntary at the time, the vivid images still managed to creep into my brain, and I remembered the feelings as well.

Clear and concise.

A look of pain flashed across Yukiko's face.

He slammed his fist on the bed next to him.

"asshole!!!"

She hugged herself tightly, bent her knees, and curled up into a ball. Her eyes were a little vacant. Memory, memory, memory—she frantically searched her mind for the memories.

Memories flashed through my mind.

Finally, the image freezes on Shiraishi Osamu's face, her body begins to tremble uncontrollably, and she exudes a very cold feeling.

Even though she was no longer a young girl, what had happened to her was still something she did not want and could not forgive.

Regardless of who was behind it this time, the one who benefited was Shiraishi Xiu, and she would only hold him responsible for this.

Yukiko slowly raised her head and said coldly:

"I'll kill you... Shiraishi Shu! You can't escape!"

Get up and get out of bed.

She went to the bathroom in the room and washed herself thoroughly, especially her mouth, rinsing with the entire tube of toothpaste before stopping.

It's all over...

She changed her clothes and left. As soon as she left the Mihana Hotel, she transformed back into the smiling, mischievous Yukiko.

As for what she's really thinking, only she knows.

Half an hour later...

She returned to her home at 2-chome 21-cho.

As soon as the door opened.

A small figure walked over.

Yukiko looked at her son, who had shrunk to a smaller size, and smiled. "Shinichi-chan, you were definitely cuter when you were little. You're not cute at all now that you're grown up."

"Hmph!" Shinichi Kudo, who was now Conan Edogawa, turned his head and said, "Mom, it's already evening, and you still haven't prepared dinner. All you do all day is play. I'm starving!"

.

Yukiko paused for a moment, thinking about what had happened that day, and felt a little sad, but she still forced a smile: "It's okay, I'll go prepare it for you right away. What do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine."

"it is good."

Yukiko patted her son's head, smiled, and walked into the kitchen. She put on an apron and started making dinner.