Conan Rick's Investigator

She knew she was doomed to die. Even if there was a fully fueled vehicle outside, she would still bleed to death.

The only hope was to crawl out, find a phone, call Conan, and tell them to be careful because the organization's killers would be here soon.

Although they are also killers, the killers they face this time will definitely not show mercy, and they must be made to understand the seriousness of the problem.

Vermouth dragged her broken body to the big iron gate, supported herself as much as possible, and grabbed the door handle with both hands.

I pushed hard inwards and the door actually started to shake.

opened!

With a heavy creaking sound, the big iron door opened, and a dark underground corridor appeared before the eyes.

Vermouth continued to crawl towards the only passage ahead, and soon a staircase leading upwards and a corridor forward appeared before her.

Vermouth climbed up the stairs without hesitation.

He held on to the concrete steps with both arms and used his intact right leg to work together to climb up one step.

She climbed with great effort, but with determination.

By the time he climbed to the top of the stairs, a long, unbroken trail of blood had already formed behind him.

Vermouth felt that the strength in her body was almost exhausted, and the feeling of weakness from blood loss continued to invade her brain, and she could faint at any time.

But she still maintained her faith, biting her pale lips and continued to crawl forward.

After a narrow period of darkness, the cement floor turned into tiles, and Vermouth found herself crawling into a kitchen.

Seeing the various modern furnishings and appliances in the kitchen, Vermouth's heart was immediately filled with joy.

Judging from these things, this place has not been abandoned, and the probability of there being a telephone is very high!

With a goal in mind, she crawled forward more determinedly, passed through the dining room, and came to a large living room.

It was probably dusk outside, and the light coming in from the window was very limited. There was no light on in the living room, making the environment a little dim.

Judging from the layout of the living room, this is not the Twilight Villa in my memory.

But it didn't matter anymore, because Vermouth saw the landline phone on the mahogany coffee table in the living room.

Her eyes were barely open, but her body was still trying to crawl towards the phone.

Fresh blood had begun to appear where the severed limb had slid.

Vermouth lay beside the coffee table, holding the phone in her arms, and her trembling fingers struggled to press a number.

All--

All--

……

Mori Detective Agency, third floor.

Conan was sitting on a cushion watching TV. Although the TV program was a bit boring, it helped him change his mind.

I've been thinking about what happened last night almost all day, and my head is about to explode.

At this moment, the sound of the door lock opening came, which aroused Conan's vigilance.

But when the door opened, it was only Ran Mouri who came back with her schoolbag and a bag of fresh vegetables.

"Sorry~ Conan, Sonoko and I just went to the hospital to visit Teacher Judy, so we'll be back a little late..."

"I'll make dinner right now, just wait a moment~"

Ran Mao Li comforted Conan in the tone she usually used to coax a child. After experiencing the terrible events of last night, it seemed that the haze of yesterday was swept away in just one day.

However, based on his understanding of Mao Lilan since childhood, Mao Lilan is not the kind of girl who is thick-skinned and easy to mess with.

Many times she didn't show it, just because she didn't want to cause trouble to others. In fact, she just endured it silently.

I hope Judy's explanation can put Xiaolan at ease...

But even if Mao Lilan was relieved, Conan himself knew that things were far from over.

Now Vermouth of the organization has learned of Haibara's true identity. Even if this operation fails, as long as Haibara Ai is still in Beika Town or even Japan, there will still be a chance to take action.

The safest way next is to let Haibara Ai hide her identity, leave Beika Town, and live somewhere else.

At this point, Yukiko expressed her willingness to help during the day. After all, she and Yusaku were not afraid of having one more person stay in their mansion in Los Angeles, and the privacy and security in Beverly Hills were pretty good.

If that doesn't work, let her go to the United States with her mother...

What Conan didn't know was that the FBI had also proposed a witness protection program to Haibara Ai, and she also wanted to live in the United States.

However, Huiyuan is still in the consideration stage and has not given a reply.

In fact, if it weren't for special circumstances, Conan wouldn't want to let Haibara Ai go. After all, he always felt that Haibara still knew some important clues about the organization, and with her, he could get more information about the organization.

But this time it was too dangerous, and Conan felt a little worried.

If Judy hadn't fought off Vermouth at the last moment, everything would have been over.

After being knocked unconscious by the anesthetic needle, Conan did not see how events developed subsequently. These were all conveyed by the man named James.

It was not until now that Conan realized that James Blake, whom he met at the circus, was actually an FBI agent.

Should we send Huibara away?

Just as Conan was watching TV but thinking about other things, the phone on the coffee table suddenly rang.

Ring ring ring——

Mao Lilan, who was busy in the kitchen, shouted: "Conan, please answer the next call, I can't leave here..."

Conan: "Okay—"

Kogoro Mouri has not returned yet. He is at the Metropolitan Police Department investigating last night's child kidnapping case. This time, his own boarding boy is involved, so Kogoro Mouri is starting to take it seriously.

It’s just that the FBI provided wrong intelligence, and ultimately only got wrong results.

Conan reached out to pick up the phone and casually gave the standard answer: "This is the Maori Detective Agency. What can I do for you?"

"I, I am... Vermouth..."

Bei, Vermouth!

Conan's expression changed, his eyes widened immediately, and he looked incredulous and terrified.

He never thought that Vermouth would call him so soon!

"What do you want to say?"

Conan guessed that Vermouth called at this time to say some threatening and intimidating words, but he still asked calmly.

He was on full alert, but the other side did not respond immediately.

"call……"

"call……"

The heavy breathing coming from the microphone made Conan feel something was wrong.

"Hello? What's wrong with you?" Conan asked again.

"Cool guy... I give up... hunting down Shirley..."

Conan's face was shocked, and he couldn't believe his ears. He quickly asked again: "What are you talking about?"

However, Vermouth on the other end of the phone no longer had the energy to repeat what she had said, and she didn't even have the brainpower to think about what Conan said. She could only continue speaking according to what she had arranged in her mind.

"But be careful... of the organization's assassins... Michael... the blond foreigner..."

"He went to find..."

"Looking for you..."

After he finished speaking, there was a sudden "bang" sound from the microphone, as if the microphone fell to the ground, and there was no sound anymore.

"Hey?"

"Hey!"

Conan, who hadn't recovered yet, shouted into the microphone, but there was only endless silence on the other side.

……

At the same time, the microphone that was still calling "Hello" hung on the ground. Vermouth, who was lying on the ground, opened her lips slightly, but she had no strength to say more, and her eyelids gradually closed.

Behind her, a dark figure was approaching quickly.

Chapter 901 Conan: This is a sure thing!

Qin Zhibo, who had just returned from purchasing supplies, entered the living room and saw Vermouth lying beside the coffee table, with a long, thick trail of blood behind her.

But in comparison, what attracted Qin Zhibo's attention more was the telephone receiver hanging down to the ground, which seemed to have been dialed.

Is it a call to the organization's boss?

Let the organization send someone to rescue her?

Qin Zhibo quickly put down everything he was holding, walked quickly to the phone, and picked up the receiver.

"Hey?"

"Hey!"

"Can you say that again!"

There was a roar on the other end of the phone, but at first glance, this childish roar sounded somewhat familiar.

Qin Zhibo carefully identified it and realized that this was Conan's voice.

Could it be that the boss of the organization is Conan himself!

However, this thought only appeared in Qin Zhibo's mind for a moment and then disappeared. If things developed in this direction, it would be too out of the scope.

But why did Vermouth call Conan?

Is she counting on Conan to rescue her?

Qin Zhibo glanced at Vermouth's body and discovered a leg without a foot.

To be precise, this is a leg with a broken foot. The place where the flesh and blood are mixed together looks relatively neat, like a cross section.

Qin Zhibo then remembered that he had handcuffed one of Vermouth's feet with a chain.

"!"

Qin Zhibo quickly hung up the phone, returned to the supplies he had bought, and took out the medical supplies.

First, untie the coat that Vermouth had tied around her calf, put on a professional tourniquet to tie up her calf, and then wrap it with some bandages to temporarily block the bleeding from the cut surface.

But this is only temporary. This is not a small wound and it cannot heal on its own. It requires more professional treatment.

There are two treatment methods. One is to reattach the severed limb. If the amputation time is not long, it should be possible.

The other method is to just cut it off and sew it directly in the order of muscles, tendons, subcutaneous tissue, and skin.

Judging from the dried blood, the amputation should not have been long, and it is still possible to reattach the limb.

Thinking of this, Qin Zhibo quickly turned back to the bloodstains on the ground.

From the living room to the dining room, and then to the kitchen, the bloodstains on the ground became clearer and clearer, fully revealing the movement trajectory of Vermouth.

When he arrived at the basement, Qin Zhibo saw the limbs left on the sofa at a glance.

In addition to the most vivid pool of blood, there is also a bloody jigsaw, a headless rat, and a shroud.

Time was too tight and Qin Zhibo couldn't piece together anything from these clues.

He quickly picked up the severed leg, went to the kitchen upstairs, and found an empty lunch box.

Fortunately, Ryohei Matsumoto often collects some meat and has larger storage boxes that can hold it all.

Then he took out some ice cubes from the refrigerator and put them on the severed limb to slow down its loss of vitality.

After picking up the lunch box, Qin Zhibo returned to the living room, only to find that Vermouth's condition was deteriorating rapidly.

Her eye sockets were sunken, and everything except the area around her eyes had turned pale, and her body temperature had dropped significantly.

This is a symptom of excessive blood loss. If this situation continues, she will not be able to make it to the hospital in the city.