Conan Rick's Investigator

In addition to this, Conan was also a little puzzled as to why Vermouth told him this.

Another point is why Vermouth did not hurt Xiaolan when she used her body to protect Haibara.

Taking Gin as an example, the organization should be a group of cold-blooded killers with no humanity at all. They don’t consider whether the people around them are injured at all.

Is it...

Conan's thoughts came to an abrupt end, and he laughed at himself.

Killing someone, no matter what the reason, is wrong.

While this is somewhat idealistic, what Vermouth does certainly has nothing to do with being "right."

……

Matsumoto Ryohei's house in the suburbs, kitchen.

As Mr. Clock stopped the array of limbs hanging in the air, the operation was declared over.

This was not a long operation, lasting only about ten minutes, but it brought great shock to Qin Zhibo.

Mr. Clock did not use human surgical tools, but simply relied on some special structures in the body to sew Vermouth's broken limbs back together.

According to Qin Zhibo's observation, Mr. Clock secreted a green mucus from the front end of its limbs, which can be called "hyphae".

The entire operation used this strange mycelium as thread to suture bones, blood vessels, tendons and skin in sequence.

During the suturing process, Qin Zhibo did not see the existence of the "needle".

Only Mr. Clock fiddled with its several red limbs and started working at the same time. Several hyphae began to sew together, as if it was making an extremely delicate instrument. Every step was a micro-manipulation that was difficult for humans to complete.

After completing the operation, Mr. Clock tucked the set of joints into the darkness on the side of his suit and announced stiffly.

"ended."

Qin Zhibo, who did not leave, walked forward to check the results of the operation and was shocked again.

I saw that Vermouth's broken limbs were almost perfectly sutured. There was a scar, but it was just a tiny crack in the flesh, slightly thicker than a hair, but limited and almost undetectable.

The size of the scar suture depends on the fineness of the needle and the thickness of the thread. The smaller the scar, the more stitches are needed and the thinner the needle and thread must be.

According to incomplete statistics, Mr. Clock probably sewed several thousand stitches in the past 10 minutes, and he was suturing several limbs at the same time, with extremely high efficiency.

Mr. Clock's surgical skills are considered a kind of racial talent, enough to crush any plastic surgeon in the world today.

"Doesn't this require stitches to be removed?"

"Removing stitches?"

Mr. Clock was obviously stumped by the new concept proposed by Qin Zhibo and did not understand what it meant.

So Qin Zhibo changed the question and asked, "Is there anything else that needs to be done?"

"No, just wait for the wound to heal internally."

"Humans' self-healing speed is relatively slow, but with my bacterial fluid as a nutrient solution, it will theoretically be faster."

Qin Zhibo asked, "How fast?"

Mr. Clock: "I don't know. I've never treated this kind of wound on a human being. I have no experience in this area."

"Om..."

Although it has been sutured now, Qin Zhibo still doesn't dare to touch the wound, for fear that if he picks the person up, the foot will fall to the ground.

However, Mr. Clock simply reached out and pulled Vermouth's foot, but there was no change on the wound.

"As long as the mycelium exists, it is impossible to separate."

Mr. Clock's explanation dispelled Qin Zhibo's concerns, but it also made him feel more apprehensive.

Previously in the Mi-Go mine, the two Mi-Gos killed by Qin Zhibo also had those things on their bodies, similar to green slime mycelium.

When this thing sticks to MI-Go, it becomes extremely hard, like biochemical armor that cannot be broken by hammers, but when it is separated, it becomes like mucus.

If I didn't have the spray weapon to deal with Mi-Go, I'm afraid I really wouldn't be a match for this alien.

"Om..."

"Okay, Mr. Qin, I've fulfilled my promise and sewed up her wound. Now it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

Although the operation was over, Mr. Clock did not put the brain containment tube and other instruments into the box. It seemed that if Qin Zhibo had no harvest, he would still keep Vermouth's brain.

Qin Zhibo frowned, but decided to give it a try first.

Although Vermouth has not woken up and is unlikely to wake up in a short period of time, there is still a way, which is "soul searching".

This is a kind of magic that Qin Zhibo also used on Haibara Ai. It can check the memory of the target.

However, what Koizumi Hongzi taught was a degraded version of the soul-searching technique, and that was all she knew.

The degraded soul-searching technique cannot check the other person's memory at will, and it is likely that what is seen is only the most recent memory.

Although it is almost impossible to find out Vermouth's memory about the Panester fragments, at least he can pretend to do it and see what Vermouth did when he was away, and then find a way to deal with Mr. Clock.

"Let me try it first..."

Qin Zhibo did not promise Mr. Clock.

He put on the magic extractor and walked to Vermouth's head in a pretentious manner, rubbing his temples with both hands, as if he was giving Vermouth a head massage.

In fact, the soul-searching process does not require any complicated rituals. It is just for Mr. Clock to see that the aliens' minds may be easily fooled by vague things.

After making a series of strange gestures on Vermouth's head, Qin Zhibo put his hand on her forehead and began to search her soul.

Closing his eyes, the scene in Vermouth's memory emerged in his mind.

The first thing she did was open her eyes and see a rat licking the wound on Vermouth's knee. She had no memory of how the shroud was untied.

Then Vermouth lay on the sofa for a while, as if she had given up struggling, but suddenly she started moving again.

She bit off the mouse's head and sucked its blood to restore her strength.

Then I took the jigsaw from the pile of junk and started sawing off the legs.

Seeing this, Qin Zhibo was very surprised that Vermouth would do such a thing. After all, this kind of thing only appeared in movies, and Vermouth had almost no hesitation when she attacked herself.

This reminded Qin Zhibo of a famous saying: Women should be a little crueler to themselves.

Afterwards, Vermouth dragged her broken body out of the basement, came to the living room, and called the Maori Detective Agency.

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

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

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

"He went to look for... to look for you..."

Qin Zhibo: “???”

WHAT FU**!

What do you mean "I" went to find them? Stop throwing all the dirty water on me!

It’s not easy for me to open a vest account!

The good-versus-evil character image that he created by avoiding Conan at Kanbashi Station last time and gaining a lot of favorability was ruined by you?

Of course, throwing dirty water on "Michael" was not her purpose, and Qin Zhibo could see that.

It is even more unlikely that she is hoping that Conan can kill "Michael" to help her get revenge.

All she cared about was Conan's safety, and she was willing to break her leg just to warn Conan.

You are his biological mother!

Qin Zhibo never expected that Vermouth cared so much about Conan's safety.

But the facts were right in front of him, and he had to believe it.

Could it be that because of the incident in New York, Conan's big characters Kudo Shinichi and Mao Li Ran accidentally saved Vermouth, so they are grateful?

Qin Zhibo once watched the New York incident by looking at Mao Lilan's dream, and guessed that the silver-haired killer who appeared later should be Sharon in disguise.

If it weren't for Ran Mouri and Shinichi Kudo saving her, there would be no Vermouth in the future.

Is it because she's repaying a favor for this matter, or does she still have some conscience?

……

Qin Zhibo opened his eyes, withdrew his hand from Vermouth's forehead, and said indifferently.

"Her memory contains no information about the Parnest fragment..."

Mr. Clock remained expressionless, simply stroking the metal surface of the brain container. "It seems my method is the only way to make her speak."

Mr. Clock still did not give up his method, even if it meant exposing Qin Zhibo's identity.

But this was something Qin Zhibo had thought of a long time ago.

"Even if you put her brain into that thing, you wouldn't be able to get the information you want."

Mr. Clock: "Why? Buzz..."

Qin Zhibo: "Didn't you say that the leader of the organization gave her the Parnest fragment in a way that she didn't even know about?"

"That is, she won't answer questions she doesn't know. Your method won't work at all."

"Unless I deal with her, I will definitely get the half of the Parnest fragment."

Mr. Clock did not answer immediately this time, as if he was thinking about what Qin Zhibo said.

After a moment, it was the first to make a "buzz" sound.

"Hum... I think what you said makes sense."

Just when Qin Zhibo breathed a sigh of relief, Mr. Clock spoke again.

"But I hope you can get the half of the Parnest fragment before me. My plan is to go to Enkai next week."

"That is to say, you must obtain half a Parnest fragment within this week."

Mr. Clock said these words expressionlessly, but Qin Zhibo felt a chill.

It doesn't say what the consequences will be if it fails, but it's certain that Mr. Clock must have his own backup plan.

This plan must be very disadvantageous to him, so he didn't say it out loud.

But for now, Qin Zhibo could only pretend not to know and replied, "Don't worry, I will definitely give you a big surprise..."

……

With Qin Zhibo's assurance, Mr. Clock did not stay for a moment. He put away the brain storage tube, spread his wings and flew away.

Compared to Qin Zhibo, it should be closer to the Panest fragment, otherwise it would not know about even half of the Panest fragment.

But for Qin Zhibo, he is still a long way from the Panester fragments. After all, even Vermouth doesn't know this.

But there is one person who must know about this.

Qin Zhibo sat on a high chair next to the kitchen counter, his hands crossed in front of him, until a plan came into his mind.

……

Qin Zhibo carried Vermouth to a guest room on the second floor and injected her with some glucose to ensure that her body received the necessary nutrients.

Next, Qin Zhibo put on the human skin mask of "Michael" and began to wait quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, Vermouth slowly opened her eyes.

The warm and soft lighting, the exquisite and soft mattress, all of this seemed so unreal to Vermouth.

Her eyebrows first relaxed, but then frowned nervously, realizing where the unreality of all this came from.

Under the light of a European-style floor lamp at the end of the bed, a figure with his back to the light was sitting on a chair.

"you're awake?"

Upon hearing this, Vermouth was so excited that she wanted to sit up, but her anemic body instantly lost strength and she had to lie back on the bed. She could only see the person under the light by using the pillow as a cushion.

"Don't move around, your body still needs to be healed." The man under the lamplight said "concernedly".

This sentence surprised Vermouth very much. The word "rest" coming out of that person's mouth was like a fairy tale.

But then she realized something even more bizarre.

Vermouth suddenly lifted one side of the quilt with force, revealing the left leg with the sawed-off foot.