The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

After being injured, Rena Mizunashi was unable to exchange information with anyone who knew her identity for a long time. At most, she would take advantage of some moments when no one was paying attention and unilaterally pass on the information according to the agreed method.

Therefore, Rena Mizunashi didn't know much about the follow-up of her own affairs.

Mentioning Beihu Central Hospital, on the one hand, it fits Kil's extreme personality of revenge, and on the other hand, it is to test the organization's attitude on this matter.

Gin scoffed, seemingly unsurprised by her question. "Indeed. You still don't know what happened to Curacao."

"Oh?" Mizuno Rena raised an eyebrow, "What happened to that woman? Is she dead?"

Her tone was quite flat, as if she had no recollection of ever having fallen into the control of a hostile force together with her.

"Dead." Gin's answer was brief and straightforward. "She was taken out of the FBI by Kumail. Her memory issues were not resolved, and she leaked important secrets, so she was executed."

Mizuno Rena definitely understood what the first half of the sentence meant.

According to her, she was able to have a sudden inspiration and take advantage of the enemy's unguarded moment to stop Shuichi Akai's car because she was inspired by Kumail's extreme actions. She learned about the situation on the scene through the FBI's communication.

But no one told her about the second half.

"He's dead already? Well done." A smile spread across Mizunashi Rena's face, and she spoke words that were completely contrary to her inner thoughts. "Your memory suddenly became distorted, forcing me to figure out how to save myself. What a useless guy."

As she said this, she tightened her grip on her pants.

It was normal for Curacao to suffer from amnesia. While she was "unconscious" in the hospital, she had heard what people in the ward were discussing.

This guy's ability lies in memory. The part of her brain related to memory has been congenitally damaged, and after being impacted by external forces, it has become the part most prone to problems.

The more she understood this, the less she could show it. Gil's cold nature, completely contrary to her gender appearance, was the basis for her being valued and even accompanying Gin on missions.

"She's just unlucky." Gin said lightly, "So you don't have to worry about that hospital. As per usual practice, it has been handed over to Kumail."

According to Kumail, the amnesiac Curacao's memory was restored to the time when she had just joined the organization. She felt repulsed by him as the organization's contact and tried to tell ordinary people about her past experiences.

Everything was done in accordance with the principles of the organization, so even Rum, who had some complaints, could not say much in the face of Kumail and Gin, who had sufficient reasons and were confident.

Gin believes that there is some water in Kumail's report. It is more likely that Curacao's mind has returned to childhood, so she ran to the playground and played with a group of ordinary children. Kumail insisted on killing her, which was also a chain of problems caused by the internal struggle within the Rum faction.

But it was precisely because he realized this that he became even more reluctant to get involved. Losing Curacao wouldn't be a big loss to him anyway. She was controlled too tightly by Rum and couldn't be of much help to others.

On the other hand, Kumail has a special status and mission. Neither rum nor bourbon can completely restrict his actions. Instead, he is a useful fighting force. In comparison, Gin just lets it go.

"How can this be called bad luck?" Mizunashi Rena snorted softly, "Kumair was so efficient. She died a quick death."

The implication is that if Curacao falls into his hands, it will suffer.

Gin looked at her in surprise and said, "You must be very upset about what happened at the Haido Central Hospital."

It is rare for Kil to care to this extent.

"No one likes the feeling of losing their dignity and freedom." Mizunashi Reina rolled her eyes with disdain. "Tsk, if that's the case, then Kumail will have to deal with those guys too. It's really a bargain for them."

Although she said it cruelly and coldly, she was actually greatly relieved in her heart.

It was Tang Ze who did it, that’s great.

Faced with such a hopeless situation for Shuichi Akai, they were able to find a way to deal with the problem like this. From the time Curacao was knocked off the bridge by Karasawa until his "death", he should have had no chance to come into contact with other people in the organization.

The trick here is so big that it's hard for Rena Mizuno to be nervous.

"Kumair is already working on it." Gin seemed to be answering her question, but also like a warning. "Based on his efficiency, there will be news in the next two days. You should be quiet."

He understood that Kiel was so anxious. Maybe the doctors in the hospital had obtained some medical data that she was unwilling to show. However, since she did not hide her emotions and did not even care about being noticed by Gin, it proved that these secrets did not matter to the organization.

In that case, once Kumail has dealt with them, the problem will naturally be solved and no further attention will be required.

Rena Mizunoshi made an impatient expression, crossed her arms, and said nothing more.

It was a pleasant surprise that Gin was fooled by this rhetoric.

It sounds like his allies are safe and sound, and the organization hasn't noticed any problems, so that's not a bad thing.

"Brother, are we going directly to the city?" Seeing that the two had no intention of continuing the conversation, Vodka spoke up to confirm at the right time.

This is nonsense. If he doesn't know the destination, where is he going as a driver?

He asked this just to confirm with Gin the arrangements for the next task and to give Gin an excuse to discuss the current task.

Sure enough, Gin continued his words: "Hurry up. We need to go to the safe house to reorganize."

They came here by plane, and even though they used some tricks, Gin was the only one in the group who still had a gun.

The first thing to do on this trip, of course, is to go to the safe house to collect the firearms and equipment needed this time.

"I understand." Vodka responded, but the driving speed did not change.

He was already rushing to his destination at full speed, so there was no point in urging him to go faster.

"This Binga is quite impressive," Mizunashi Reina said, seizing the opportunity to change the subject to the upcoming mission. "Even you had to come all the way here to help."

When Gin heard Binga's name, he was obviously not in a good mood.

Although his facial expressions didn't change much, Rena Mizunashi could still feel that his face became even uglier.

"I hope he's worthy of his status," Gin said coldly. "If he can't do this, I don't mind fulfilling my duties."

What Gin was referring to, of course, was his duty to deal with the aftermath and silence the witnesses.

If calling him over still can't solve the difficult situation, Gin would be happy to help Rum clear the way.

She had a bad impression of Binga, or rather, their relationship was not good... Rena Mizunashi secretly remembered this message.

She touched the cell phone in her pocket, but without taking it out, she tapped the side of the phone lightly, just like every time before, to transmit the signal.

Hopefully, the person monitoring these events through her phone can fully glean intelligence from their conversations and send it to the person who needs to receive it in time...

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"Why are you dressed like this today?"

Even though he was mentally prepared, when someone hugged his arm, Tang Ze turned his head and still felt a little nervous.

Even though disguise is a necessary option for her to conceal her identity, judging from her appearance every time, Vermouth has quite a bad taste.

Just like now, even though she knew that Kumail, whom she called out for shopping, was likely to dress up as Goro Akechi, she still deliberately dressed up as an elderly rich lady, as if she would not stop until the bad rumors about him were confirmed.

The voice used on the previous phone call clearly sounded like that of a young woman.

"Of course it's like this, so I can feel more at ease." Vermouth stroked the white hair beside her ears, as if it was a matter of course, "Or do you want me to pretend to be a couple with you? That's not impossible."

She asked Kumail to accompany her for many reasons, but with only one purpose, which was to take the opportunity to blackmail and play tricks on him.

Given Kumail's daily image, appearing in a shopping mall with women of the same age and walking hand in hand intimately is already very eye-catching. If he is used as a bag-carrying tool, it will easily cause controversy.

Goro Akechi is a public figure, and his face is too famous.

Although Vermouth thought it was a good idea when she thought about the trouble it would cause to Bourbon and Kumail, but thinking about the task she was about to deal with, she didn't want to make too much trouble, so she decided to stop while she was ahead.

"Whatever you want." Tang Ze rolled his eyes, but at least he didn't shake off her hand on his arm.

Now, Vermouth is wearing a very traditional classic kimono. The wrinkles on her face are portrayed quite realistically. She looks like an old woman in her forties or fifties.

But as she said, for a young man to go shopping with a woman of this appearance, it would be very natural for him to take out money and carry a bag, and there would be nothing wrong with it.

Feeling that she had regained some of her dignity, Vermouth raised her eyebrows and dragged him around the mall.

Not only is Vermouth not short of money, but considering her social status and profession, she has seen a lot of glitz and fame, and has handled countless luxury goods. These products on the counters of shopping malls are not enough to make her very excited.

What is really exciting is that you can use Bourbon and Kumail's cards at will by relying on personal connections.

Oh, I almost forgot, Bourbon can't be brushed yet.

They both have a lot of tasks to do next, so it’s not a good idea to offend them too much right now.

"You've been staying in Tokyo a lot lately." Tang Ze took another paper bag and hung it on his elbow without complaint. He asked casually, "I know you've been in contact with Bourbon a lot, but this frequency is still not common."

Without even glancing at the price tag, Vermouth paid the bill and calmly put the card into his chest pocket, then put her arm around his still-lightly burdened side.

"What's wrong? Are you worried that I'm still thinking about Shirley?" Vermouth asked with a smile on her lips.

Let Shirley go and no longer care about Haibara Ai's identity. This was the promise she made under the joint pressure from Conan and Kumail.

In Vermouth's opinion, the only person who would be threatened by her stay in Tokyo is Shirley, who has a very problematic identity.

"That won't happen. You already know her significance and won't take such a big risk." Tang Ze responded perfunctorily.

If Conan was the only one who took out insurance, Vermouth might care, but she wouldn't go out of her way to keep it a secret.

That is the most common one, "Just because I promised to let you go doesn't mean others will let you go." She doesn't do it herself, but passes the information on and lets others do it. Naturally, she can both meet the conditions she promised Conan and get rid of the people she wants to get rid of.

However, through excessive interpretation of Karasawa's script, Vermouth understood that Shirley, who stayed in 2-chome, also had to play a role in treating "Karasawa Akira" and maintaining his vital signs.

Then she will no longer act rashly before finding a reliable solution.

After all, if this mistake kills the person that Kumail has worked so hard to save, the alliance will no longer be able to be maintained.

"You trust me." Vermouth smiled. "It's just a recent mission. I know what I can say and what I can't say."

Bourbon's next mission is closely related to her, and she also has to prepare for the other party to disguise himself as Shuichi Akai, so frequent contact is inevitable.

It just so happened that a new task came at this time, and their next actions required coordination with each other, which made things even more convenient.

"I hope you understand." Tang Ze, who was just testing the waters, didn't care and quickly changed the subject. "Didn't you say you wanted to buy some limited edition jewelry? Why don't you go to the counter?"

To be more precise, Vermouth forced Kumail to go shopping with her by offering to help him and Bourbon resolve their recent financial dispute.

"That's just the purchase qualification, or the lottery number. It's hard to say what specific configuration you can buy." Vermouth waved her hand. "This is why I particularly dislike Japan's sales strategy."

Business practices such as limited gift boxes or limited-time sales are common around the world, but they require money and set thresholds, such as random draws and audits like compliance tests, which Japanese brands are particularly fond of.

If it weren't for the need to obtain purchasing qualifications offline, Vermouth, who had already started investigating the target with Bourbon, would not have bothered to make a special trip to the mall.

"Why don't you just buy a satisfactory configuration from someone else later?"

"Limited edition designs are numbered. It's kind of pointless if you can't choose one yourself."

"I never thought you would like the work of a niche Japanese designer like this."

"When it comes to jewelry, high-end craftsmanship is far more valuable than precious metals and gemstones. Not many designers can create such a simple, basic piece... Forget it, what am I talking to you about?"