Create a fantasy paradise starting from Conan

"I see. In that case... it's not impossible to use it."

The exposed undercover agent is actually an excellent chess piece.

Through her hand, it is entirely possible to pass some false information to the CIA.

What's the undercover thing? Yukiko was a little confused.

But she quickly thought of a question and couldn't help asking:

"Brother Mu, how do you know all this? Didn't you just return to the present from the past?"

"Because the time before I traveled through time was much further in the future. But, to be honest, it was also this year, but... this year was infinitely stretched out."

To be honest, it is even more difficult to explain that they are comic characters, and this is the only way Baimu can say.

"??"

Yukiko was full of confusion. What did it mean that a year was stretched out?

This is not a rubber band, can it become longer?

tomorrow…

"Huh...? Why is time going backwards? Didn't May already pass? How can it go back?"

"That's the problem. Due to unknown reasons, the timeline is messed up, and I also returned from the gap in time early. But, this is not a bad thing. Time will not move forward. This year will never pass, and you will always stay at the age of 37."

"Ah...! So, we're already immortal?"

"That's true for now. But things will eventually return to normal, so if we want long-term results, we still have to rely on the results of drug research."

"That's true."

But just the realization that her age would not continue to increase for a long time made Yukiko feel happy from the bottom of her heart.

Very good!That's great!

If you are over 40, there may be fertility risks and it may be difficult to get pregnant again.

But he is only 37 years old, so it’s not a big problem.

If I were still 37 years old...

"I want to have at least three children!"

Seeing her smile again, Bai Mu also started smiling.

"no problem."

……

Inside the Mori Detective Agency.

At this moment, the morning news is being broadcast on TV.

[At 8:13 this morning, Fujimine Bank's Beika Branch No. 3 was met by two armed robbers... In the end, the unnamed high school boy escaped, concealing his achievements and fame.]

"The kids nowadays are really amazing. They were able to easily subdue two armed robbers. This is no easy task."

The drunk Kogoro Mouri couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing Mao Lilan also looking at the back of the figure on TV with longing, Conan couldn't help but say:

"It must have been just luck, or maybe they took advantage of the robbers to sneak in while they were loading the money."

"What do you know, little brat? Carrying a gun and being unarmed are two different concepts. Besides, they are two robbers."

Kogoro Mouri shook his head and glanced at Conan. He was about to explain the difficulty to the ignorant kid when the door of the office suddenly opened and a smoking object was thrown in.

"Get down quickly!"

Kogoro Mouri woke up instantly and lay down without any hesitation.

The next moment, the can exploded and a foul-smelling gas filled the air.

There was a strong burning sensation in the respiratory tract, and tears instantly flowed down. I wanted to speak to remind him, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I started coughing violently.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a burst of gunfire, all the light bulbs in the house were blown out.

"Oh no! Military tear gas and at least five gunmen. What the hell is going on?"

Because tears kept flowing, it was difficult to open his eyes. In addition, the light bulb was blown and the glass fragments seemed to have cut his cheek. Kogoro Mouri endured the pain in his eyes and tried his best to open his eyes, trying to find traces of his daughter and Conan.

Noticing her daughter lying on the side trembling, she breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, several men in black suits and gas masks rushed in and grabbed Conan.

"Oh no! Their target is the little devil, what is going on?"

Kogoro Mouri endured the burning pain in his respiratory tract and shouted, "Stop!"

But due to the pain in his mouth, the voice he shouted had become extremely hoarse, and only he could hear it.

At this moment, a man in a suit turned the gun around and pulled the trigger.

The distance was too short, Kogoro Mouri was not feeling well, and he was unable to dodge and was hit instantly.

Feeling the pain in his chest and the drowsiness, he felt relieved.

"It's a tranquilizer bullet!"

'No, I absolutely cannot fall asleep here.'

He picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it hard on his forehead, hoping to use the pain to wake himself up.

However, the accumulation of negative buffs such as drunkenness, anesthesia, and tear gas made his body heavier and he gradually lost consciousness.

At the last glance, Kogoro Mouri saw Conan who was knocked unconscious and taken away, and his daughter who had no experience in dealing with such things and was still lying on the ground because of his cry.

Chapter 32 Sorry, Shiho, you are in trouble

In the evening, Rena Mizunashi stood on the street holding a paper bag, patiently waiting for the summons from her superiors in the organization.

Just now, at six o'clock in the afternoon, she suddenly received a call and went to the Mori Detective Agency in Beika Town to obtain the blood of a little boy.

Although I was confused, the person who made the announcement was Vermouth, whose gender and age were unknown.

Thinking that she might be able to find out the true identity of Vermouth, she immediately agreed.

Of course, after all, she had no right to refuse.

Considering that the mission required too little time and her location was too far from Beika-cho 5-chome, she did not hesitate and directly used the excuse of "perhaps I could meet Vermouth" to ask for support from her CIA superiors.

Unexpectedly, the CIA acted faster than expected and completed the task very easily.

However, while waiting, I felt a lot of uneasiness in my heart.

"Why did Vermouth ask me to draw blood from a child? Could it be that she was testing my loyalty?"

"Oh no! How did the CIA draw my blood? They won't expose me, will they?"

'Who is that Vermouth? Is she a man or a woman?'

While I was lost in thought, the phone suddenly rang.

'coming! ’

After the call was connected, Mizuno Reina said cautiously with a nervous mood:

"I have completed the mission. May I ask where we shall meet?"

"Put the bag on the ground, then turn around and count to ten. Don't hang up the phone."

"Yes…"

Mizuno Rena silently put down the bag and turned around.

In order to avoid misunderstanding, I shouted louder on purpose.

"One, two..."

At this moment, a car suddenly sped past behind me.

Mizuno Rena didn't care and continued counting silently.

"Three, four... ten."

After counting, he turned around quickly.

However, there was nothing behind him.

The paper bag that should have been placed at my feet has disappeared without a trace.

"I have received the things. You have completed the mission well."

? ?

What on earth was going on? How on earth had he taken the things away?

……

While waiting for the traffic light at the intersection, Vermouth, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked curiously at the paper bag in Baimu's hand in the back seat.

"How on earth did you do that? Magic? Sorcery?"

"It's not magic, but it's a little better than magic."

Bai Mu smiled and said, it’s quite simple actually.

When driving to the side, let Bai Lan fly out and put the paper bag into the storage space.

Afterwards, take it out yourself.

Because the speed is so fast, it looks like taking objects from the air to the naked eye.

Since Bai Lan and I use the same storage space, and once she is more than a hundred meters away from me, she will be forcibly teleported over.

So, everything is actually foolproof.

"By the way, do the organization's code members receive any rewards like money or merit after completing their missions?"

"It depends on what the mission is. For a small mission like drawing blood, there's no need to give a reward, right? We're not a charity organization."

"Are you asking people to work at their own expense? What a black-hearted company." Bai Mu shook his head slightly.

"Uh…"

Vermouth laughed unconsciously, thought about it seriously, and said thoughtfully:

"You're right. To have completed the mission in such a short time, she must have put a lot of thought into it. She might even have asked the CIA for help."

"In that case, give her one million yen as a reward."

"By the way, does she have any weaknesses or things she cares about?"

weakness?

Although he didn't understand what Vermouth was trying to do, Baimu didn't hide it. He thought about it carefully and said thoughtfully:

"From what I understand, when her undercover identity was about to be exposed, in order to protect her daughter, fellow CIA undercover Ethan Hondo committed suicide and created the illusion that she had killed him."

"She has been haunted by the psychological shadow of that incident ever since."

"And her brother has been following clues about his sister."

"Oh...? With so many weaknesses, you still dare to be an undercover agent." Vermouth chuckled, then shook her head. "But it's not her fault. After all, she can't make the decision herself."

"I think she must be unhappy with her CIA superiors who arranged for her to go undercover."

"At the same time, her brother is also a bargaining chip."

"As long as we can get her brother into the organization, maybe we can turn her into an undercover agent for the organization in the CIA."

Vermouth acted immediately and picked up the phone, instructing her subordinates to recruit Rena Mizunashi's brother.

As for how to arrange the subordinates, that is another matter.

In other words, this kind of thing is not difficult.

It is much easier to let a young kid who is inexperienced and weak-minded fall into darkness than an adult.

After that, just tell him that his father's death and his sister's situation are all due to the power struggle within the CIA, and provide some "conclusive" evidence, and you will have a loyal vicious dog.

Of course, to be honest, this is not necessarily false.

After all, looking around the world, there is always struggle for power and profit everywhere; the only difference is the intensity of the struggle.