No one understands the laws of Collider better than me.

"Has something happened recently? Or was the organization involved in the Napoleon affair?"

"The police arrested a lot of people today, it was as lively as a festival."

Upon hearing this, after drinking two glasses of wine, Potter began to complain about Rum's reckless actions. The arrest and deaths of a large number of members of the lower-level organization would have serious consequences. The money needed to deal with the situation alone would be hundreds of millions, not to mention the need to deal with those who had been arrested.

Although they were just doing their jobs for money and knew nothing about the organization's internal intelligence, the fact that they could identify an organization that was willing to pay them to do their jobs was already troublesome enough. The organization's style had always been ruthless and secretive, and Rum was just ruthless enough this time that they probably wouldn't be able to recruit enough people in Japan in the future.

Potter was swearing and cursing. After drinking, he completely lost the gentle and refined demeanor he had when he was wearing an office lady outfit, and was only left with a refined and easygoing attitude.

As for her audience—Kitahara Masaki took out his phone and had Ai hack into Potter's phone, implanting anti-brainwashing audio into her phone, which would play every day at dawn. Vermouth, on the other hand, casually poured the anti-brainwashing drug she had developed into her wine glass and watched her drink it down in one gulp.

With the help of the musician with perfect pitch, Ai completed a method to combat brainwashing audio. Developing such a thing was much simpler than developing a drug to make someone grow bigger or smaller.

Potter, who is not very vigilant and has zero combat power, is their number one guinea pig. If Potter's mentality changes, Kitahara Masaki will find an opportunity to give the audio and the antidote to Ireland, so that he can use them to win over more companions. Of course, when telling him the ultimate goal, he will naturally still get rid of Gin.

Everything happened while everyone's attention was on Rum, and no one noticed the 'black hand' of Yavin and Vermouth.

Chapter 347 The Perverted Magician

The assassinations of entrepreneurs are a source of gossip for the average person, but for those who have money and a penchant for causing trouble, it's clearly a bad thing. Security companies throughout Tokyo are operating at full capacity, and some have even hired Blackwater, an American company, for their protection.

Kitahara Masaki noted down those who spent the most money on security, after all, why would they be so afraid of death if they hadn't done anything wrong? The reason why Kashiki Osamu was killed was also exposed by the media, and now the voices on the Internet are all demanding an investigation into those businessmen who spend a lot of money on security.

Interesting.

However, after tricking Rum once, Kitahara Masaki decided to play it safe for a while. At this stage, unless he was 100% certain he could catch Rum, he couldn't afford to stand out too much in Rum's eyes.

But Rum, who had been tricked, couldn't swallow his anger. Now, he could only entrust all the members of his liquor company in Japan to find clues related to Napoleon as soon as possible and to attribute Napoleon to the Japanese Public Security Bureau. The FBI, which was on the run all over Japan, was not worth mentioning in Rum's eyes. Now he wanted to take a severe revenge on the Public Security Bureau.

When Amuro Tooru, as Bourbon, received the task of investigating Napoleon and even the Public Security Bureau, he immediately understood Rum's meaning: he believed that the real Napoleon was actually a member of the Public Security Bureau.

However, this was a huge mistake. Amuro Tooru still didn't know who Napoleon was, but he found it funny to see Rum being manipulated by Napoleon. He never expected that the organization's second-in-command would act so impulsively.

However, this is an opportunity, an excellent opportunity. As long as the members of the organization formally retaliate against the police, the police will naturally be able to retaliate, thus setting up an encirclement of the organization's members in advance and arresting several key members in one fell swoop!

Just as Rum and Amuro Tooru were preparing for their showdown at the Imperial City, Kitahara Masaki and Vermouth, upon seeing the mission, immediately abandoned it and went to attend the magic party Kaito had invited them to.

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"Kaito, are you going up to perform later?"

"I—I'd better not make too much of a splash today."

Looking at his nose, which is as long as Ruo Cao's, he doesn't seem like someone who doesn't want to be in the limelight at all.

The party naturally started with a magician's performance to liven things up. A middle-aged man with a square face and glasses walked up to Kitahara Masaki's table. When he saw Vermouth, his eyes lit up, and he said in a deliberately gentlemanly manner:

"Beautiful lady, could you please help me with a magic trick?"

Vermouth glanced at the middle-aged man and declined with a smile.

The magician, not expecting to be rejected and feeling a bit embarrassed, asked:

"I wonder what kind of magic tricks Officer Kitahara knows?"

"Oh—the magic tricks I know are so exciting, I bet you wouldn't dare to imitate them."

"I've even performed dangerous escape magic tricks, so why would I be afraid of magic?"

"Really? Then you'd better watch carefully."

Kitahara Masaki forcefully spread his left hand, placed it on the dining table, and then, holding a knife in his right hand, quickly stabbed it through the gap between his fingers. The surrounding guests dared not breathe. When the speed was so fast that it left afterimages, the knife pierced the table in front of the uncle with a thud.

"This—this isn't magic at all!"

"So what? I still won the applause of the audience."

Seeing the applause from the onlookers, the magician was furious, but he dared not imitate Kitahara Masaki's Western cowboy duel, so he could only slink away.

The middle-aged magician found another table, then looked at someone he knew, and began his warm-up magic trick.

First, he extended only his index fingers with both hands, then brought them together and slowly approached the woman's eyes. As the woman closed her eyes, he switched to extending two fingers of one hand and pressing them on the woman's eyelids, while his other hand playfully teased the woman's chin.

When the woman opened her eyes again, she still saw the magician with only his index fingers extended and joined together.

Watching the magician's spell from a short distance away, Kaito couldn't help but scoff, his face saying, "I don't acknowledge him as a magician." Vermouth's refusal to cooperate with the middle-aged man stemmed from the same reason; his sly expression clearly indicated his ill intentions.

However, the middle-aged magician quickly forgot about the embarrassment he had just made in front of Kitahara Masaki, and said smugly to the table of guests:

"That was a ghost touching your chin just now."

The woman who was playing along with him also said "I hate you" at the opportune moment.

"Please be sure to try it, but you can only touch up to the chin; you absolutely cannot touch anything below the chin."

Despite saying that, the old lecher still touched the woman's body below the chin.

"Kaito, this magician's party is really a mixed bag."

"Brother Kitahara! He's not a magician at all, just a guy who takes advantage of others with tricks. If the customers he works with dislike this kind of magic, it really tarnishes the reputation of us magicians. What we should be considering is whether the audience can enjoy the show."

The party then officially began. When it was Kaito's turn to perform, he reenacted the magic trick from his father's debut performance. It was a classic magic trick that allowed everyone to recognize Kuroba Toichi again without drawing attention to him.

When it came to that middle-aged lecher, he was to perform mind magic (as he called it) – card intuition.

He first had the audience select a few playing cards, placed them on the table, and then turned his back. Then the audience members all chose one card.

After the cards were selected, his assistant placed them into a box in the distance.

He never touched the card, but the old lecher still managed to 'sense' it and say the correct name of the card.

Kaito, having witnessed the entire process, scoffed at it, but he wouldn't expose someone's trick at the party and ruin the atmosphere. Besides, there were still many magicians he could learn from.

After everyone finished their performance, the lecherous magician's apprentice took out the prepared orange juice and distributed it to everyone, raising the glass bottle to toast the 'superpower'.

"Haha, if a kid like you weren't here, we'd probably be drinking red wine."

"Hey! Who drinks so early in the morning? Kitahara-kun, are you really a cop?"

"You'll understand when you get older. Many adults aren't good at socializing, which is why they need drinks to start conversations. If everyone drank orange juice, those people who want to take advantage probably wouldn't come."

Just as everyone was shouting "Cheers to Bilibili!" and drinking orange juice, the magician's apprentice suddenly groaned, clutched his throat with one hand, pointed into the distance with the other, and then collapsed to the ground.

Upon seeing this scene, many guests screamed. A moment later, the front door was pushed open, and a little boy wearing glasses rushed in.

Just as he was about to get close to the corpse, Kitahara Masaki punched him directly on the head.

Chapter 348 You Should Learn to Respect Death

"What are you up to again, you brat? What are you trying to do?"

"Kitahara-nii? I came in because I suddenly heard a scream."

"Then there should be two other people behind you, right?"

Turning around, he saw an angry Uncle Mori and an apologetic Ran Mori. Uncle Mori punched Conan again in the spot where Masaki Kitahara had just hit him, adding another layer to the surreal bag, and then picked up Conan and threw him to Ran.

"This is an event for adults only, Xiaolan, quickly take that brat out of here."

“Okay, Dad. I’m so sorry, Kitahara-nii, Conan just loves playing detective games.”

After seeing Conan, Vermouth understood why the case had happened today.

"Sister Evelyn, why aren't you surprised at all? Have you witnessed many murder scenes with Kitahara-nii?"

Kaito Kuroba, who was standing to the side, had no knowledge of the laws of detective fiction, so he thought Vermouth had seen too many murder scenes.

"No, I haven't actually seen many murder scenes, but as long as that child is present at the scene, there's a high probability that a murder will occur, so this case is probably a murder as well."

"That child!?"

"Yes, that's the kid named Conan. You've probably met him a few times. He's also quite interested in Kaito Kid."

"Haha—Sister Evelyn, you must be joking—"

Seeing Vermouth's serious expression, Kaito Kuroba's laughter faded, and his gaze towards Conan gradually changed as he nervously swallowed. He felt this couldn't be true, but what Evelyn continued sent a chill down his spine.

"Once, a police officer from the First Investigation Division got Conan a talisman, but before he even left the shrine, the talisman burned to ashes. Even at the Grand Shrine, it was the same; no priest could remove the aura of death from him."

"This is terrifying..."

Just as Kaito Kuroba was half-believing and half-doubting, Masaki Kitahara, who was standing next to the corpse, smelled the juice that the deceased had drunk before his death. It was the common almond scent in Detective Conan, which meant that potassium cyanide, an instant-kill poison that even dogs could get in the world of Detective Conan, had been added!

"The deceased most likely died from poison in the juice, which means this may be a murder case. Please wait patiently for the police while you are seated."

Upon hearing Kitahara Masaki's conclusion, Kuroba Kaito couldn't help but shudder. Looking at the perverted brat lying on the high school girl's chest, the reflective glasses on the boy's face were like the death ray of the Grim Reaper in Kaito's eyes, which frightened him so much that he quickly looked away and took a sip of the juice in his hand to calm his nerves.

juice?

Kaito realized he had drunk two more sips of juice. Kitahara Masaki had just said that the juice had been poisoned, yet he still drank two more sips as if courting death.

"Sister Evelyn—I drank two more sips of juice!"

"Don't worry, kid. The murderer probably only poisoned the victim's juice, so your juice is most likely not poisoned. After all, if it were poisoned, you would have given it to that person already."

Kitahara Maki returned to his seat at some point and 'comforted' Kaito.

As Kaito looked at the dead man, who lay there with his eyes wide open and foaming at the mouth, his heart sank even further.

Just as the guests present were discussing this, Inspector Megure, who had rushed to the scene, arrived with the entire atmosphere team of the First Investigation Division. Looking at Kitahara Masaki, who was maintaining order at the scene, he couldn't help but think of the Grim Reaper legend in the police station.

"Brother Kitahara, when did you become like the Grim Reaper, causing people to die wherever you go?"

Hearing Inspector Megure's joke, Kitahara Masaki didn't say anything, but simply pointed to the Mori family standing not far away.

"Oh! It seems I misunderstood you. So the real person was right here."

"Inspector Megure, go to the forensic department and examine the juice the deceased drank and the food he ate. Then have Takagi and the others ask about the deceased's relationships with other people."

"Okay, no problem."

After the police started their work, Kaito Kuroba, who was sitting at the same table with Masaki Kitahara, naturally overheard the conversation between Inspector Megure and Masaki Kitahara thanks to his exceptional hearing. He was shocked to discover that Conan's reputation as a grim reaper had become so widespread that even the Metropolitan Police Department officers were reciting the "legend" as if it were a familiar story. Could it be that the amulet that he set on fire was something that fat officer had asked for?

That's terrifying—magicians can only fool Newton temporarily with their tricks, they don't have magic that could turn Newton's coffin upside down!

Seeing that Kaito Kuroba was a little short of breath from fright, Vermouth smiled and said to him:

"Actually, Masaki also summarized a law: as long as you are familiar with that child, you will basically not be affected by the Grim Reaper's aura. So if you get along well with that child, you won't be turned into that."

Following Vermouth's finger, Kaito Kuroba saw the grotesque corpse with bulging eyes again, which terrified him so much that he immediately went to perform magic tricks for Conan.

Watching Kuroba Kaito perform magic with all his might, Vermouth covered her mouth and laughed. Kitahara Masaki, who was waiting for the results of the forensic examination, looked at the witch who was having so much fun with speechlessly, wondering where she learned this personality from.

"I can't believe he actually fooled us. He seemed pretty sharp when he was performing the magic trick."