"Miss Chris, nice to see you again."

Vermouth turned around in surprise and asked in surprise, "Didn't you leave? Why are you back?"

"I later thought that it was too cruel to leave such a beautiful person like Miss Chris at the crime scene. Although I have never learned any gentlemanly manners, it's nice to show them off occasionally, isn't it?"

After Kaiya finished speaking, he met Vermouth's obviously unbelieving eyes, so he could only change his words: "Well, it's because I went out and found that it was snowing heavily outside. I didn't drive, so I couldn't walk back to the hotel."

Vermouth did not doubt Kaia's words. He was away for only about ten minutes in total, and it took about eight or nine minutes to go back and forth from the memorial service to the hotel entrance. His clothes were a little messy, probably because he was stopped by reporters for the interview, which delayed some time. There was some snow on his head that had not melted yet, and his shoes were a little wet, proving that he had indeed left the hotel, but there were not many water marks, which meant that he did not stay out for too long and returned to the hotel.

Vermouth: "Okay, when this is over, I'll notify the others to pick me up."

Because there were police officers around, Vermouth did not tell the name of the person who was coming to pick her up, or even his code name.

Soon, it was Chris' turn to question him. Since the handkerchief Kaia received was not purple, the police basically ruled him out as a suspect, so he just stood aside and watched, occasionally speaking up to confirm Chris's story.

After a while, Kaia saw that no one was paying attention to this side, so he leaned over to Vermouth's ear and whispered, "The one who took action today was Kenzo Masuyama, right?"

Although it is a question, the tone is clearly affirmative.

"Oh~ How did you find out?" Vermouth asked with interest.

"I saw it." Kaia said truthfully.

But it was obvious that Vermouth didn't believe it.

Kaia: “It’s true.”

Alas, to be honest, I don’t believe it, but you have to make up excuses.

Then he took out the mobile phone he had been holding in his hand, flipped through the tomorrow's morning paper that he had just seen posted on the Internet in advance, adjusted the page to a photo, and handed it to Vermouth.

Vermouth took the phone with some surprise and looked at it. It was a photo taken secretly at the memorial service. It showed two people hugging each other when the lights were dimmed.

At first she didn't notice anything and was still wondering why Kaia showed this to her. Then she saw him pointing a finger at the lower left corner of the photo, and Vermouth's gaze moved over there.

When she realized what she had seen, Vermouth's face couldn't help but turn ugly.

"I have to say, it's pretty unlucky, isn't it?" Seeing that Vermouth had noticed it, Kaia put away his phone and teased.

"..."

Vermouth didn't know what to say for a moment. The crime process was actually filmed and posted on the Internet. It was rare for someone to be so unlucky. The only thing that could be compared to this was the accidental killing of Tequila some time ago.

And today she just happened to be met by the person the organization is about to cooperate with. To be honest, Vermouth suspected that the organization was having a bit of a retrograde recently, and she even wanted to go to the shrine to pray and get rid of the bad luck.

Vermouth took a deep breath and recovered from the sudden news.

In fact, Pisk is not important. As long as they are a hindrance to the organization, anyone can be abandoned, including the old people in the organization.

The reason why she was surprised was that she didn't expect to see the news of Pisk's failure in the entertainment news one day. She had just given her handkerchief to Pisk in order to reduce his suspicion.

Although she knew about this, Vermouth did not show it. When the police detained them, she stayed there honestly without making any extra moves, and did not intend to remind Pisco. She just sent the relevant information to Gin while the police were not paying attention, and asked him to be responsible for cleaning up the hidden dangers of the organization.

Vermouth patiently waited for the police to release her and the others. After all, without sufficient reason, the police could only detain the suspect for a maximum of 2 hours. The interrogation just now took some time, and now there was more than an hour left, so she could take this opportunity to get some information.

"What?" Vermouth was shocked by what Kaia had just said. She subconsciously raised her voice, but noticed that the attention of the surrounding police had shifted to her. She lowered her voice and asked, "You just said that you are not cooperating with the organization as a member of the Leggenfend family?"

"When did I say yes? Please, I am just an orphan adopted by the Leggenfend family, a person of an outsider. The current head of the Leggenfend family is my sworn brother, and I don't have a good relationship with him. How much power do I have to cooperate on behalf of the Leggenfend family?"

Kaiya looked at Vermouth's stunned expression and smiled with interest, but still explained in time: "But don't worry, the things I trade with you will definitely not disappoint you, I guarantee that it will be worth the money."

"That's better!" Vermouth had no choice but to give a simple warning. After all, this was a collaboration decided by the boss himself, and she couldn't do anything without a sufficient reason.

The two chatted idly, and soon the detention time reached two hours. The police did not find any more clues, and there was really no reason to let the guest stay, so they had to release him.

Kaeya and Vermouth both noticed that Kenzo Masuyama was heading towards the old building without leaving any trace, but neither of them stopped him. Kaeya knew that with Conan's help, there was a high probability that Huibara would be safe, while Vermouth had already informed Gin and knew that he must have gone there to kill him, so she did not do anything unnecessary.

Vermouth said to Kaia, "Let's go, let's wait at the entrance of the hotel for a while, it should be handled soon."

Sure enough, not long after, Kaiya saw a Porsche 356A driving in front of him.

Kaiya followed Vermouth into the car.

As soon as he got in the car, Kaia smelled a faint smell of blood and guessed that it was probably caused by the gunshot wound in his arm caused by Gin.

Kaiya looked at Gin and felt a little impressed as he was still smoking as if nothing had happened. If he hadn't smelled blood, he would have thought that he had remembered the plot wrongly and that Gin was not actually injured.

"This is Gin. Rum told me about you, the top killer of the organization. But it looks like you are injured now?" Kaeya asked curiously to Gin who was sitting in front of his right.

When Gin heard Rum casually talking about the organization's information to outsiders, he frowned slightly in dissatisfaction.

When he heard the other party mention his wound, he sneered, raised the Beretta with his left hand and pointed it at Kaia with murderous intent: "Don't do unnecessary things. This has nothing to do with your cooperation with the organization. The person in charge of the organization's cooperation with you is Cointreau. Don't ask for other people's information at will."

"Cointreau?" Kaia repeated with interest the code name he had heard for the first time.

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