Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

The time we spend together is always short. When Vermouth left with her special toy gun, it was already very late at night. There was almost no one walking in the corridor. Only two people who were working overtime at the security and duty stations were nodding their heads.

This is a good spot. Cameron will be sitting here tomorrow.

Vermouth paid special attention to the security guard's seat, and walked out with her bag as if nothing had happened, but suddenly she noticed something shaking in her peripheral vision.

"?!"

Vermouth subconsciously protected the suitcase, and when she looked again, she saw the shrunken Kudo Shinichi peeking around the corner like a puppy, "Conan? You're here alone so late, are you looking for Yin Jiu for something?"

"Vermouth?" Conan stopped and hesitated for half a second before mouthing something to Vermouth who was disguised as Toru Amuro.

Vermouth: “…?” How come she was exposed again? Could it be that her disguise was a failure this time?

The Thousand-Faced Witch was a little unsure, "How did you recognize it?"

Of course, it’s because the real Toru Amuro usually avoids him as if he were a plague god, especially when Yin Jiu is not around.

Vermouth definitely didn't investigate clearly. Amuro Toru's first reaction when he saw him was to greet him so kindly. It's very weird to think about it.

The corner of Conan's mouth twitched, so the truth was that he was hated by Toru Amuro. Of course, such information could not be shared with Vermouth, but meeting her here was an unexpected surprise.

"My intuition has always been quite accurate." Conan found an excuse and gave up looking for Yin Jiu. Instead, he followed Vermouth's footsteps. "By the way, are you here to secretly visit Yin Jiu as well?"

Sharon Wynyard has a good personal relationship with Yin Shuli and Fujimine Yukiko. If Vermouth let him go because of Yukiko, then it is very likely that this Vermouth has been quietly protecting Xiaojiu in the organization.

Conan summed up some past experiences, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, especially when Judy's car exploded, and the way "Anishi Tomoaki" protected Yin Jiu and him behind him did not seem like a show at all.

The person this guy actually wants to kill the most is Haibara Ai, right?

In fact, she doesn't have much ill will towards him and Yin Jiu?

Conan tried to raise his head, his eyes were clear and stupid. Vermouth knew at a glance that the child was daydreaming, so she loosened her hand holding the gun behind her back and instead held the special toy gun in her pocket.

"I guess so. What's the matter with you coming here?"

"Well, I want to ask you... Did you already know that Hattori Heiji was not dead?"

Hattori Heiji's "resurrection" may not be related to the organization, but when Hattori Heiji died, Vermouth was also present and witnessed his tragic condition with her own eyes.

Conan stared at Vermouth's expression without blinking, not wanting to miss any details.

The invitation to the ghost ship party at the time also had suggestive language—welcoming the resurrected dead, as if it were a special murder party to celebrate the resurrection of Hattori Heiji.

"Or, did you have someone disguise themselves as Hattori Heiji and deceive the Hattori family?"

"I think, at this time, what you should ask is whether Hattori Heiji is a member of our organization." Vermouth stopped and slowed down patiently, wanting to hear what shocking conclusion this product of the union of a teacher brother and a best friend could come up with.

"Come on, how is this possible! I'm not really a seven-year-old kid." Conan looked dead. If even a high-ranking official like the Osaka Prefecture Headquarters Minister is a minion of the organization, then the bigwigs in Japanese politics may have been infiltrated by the organization. Why do these people have to be so secretive?

Compared to the Black Organization, the FBI is more like the black hand that infiltrated the Japanese high-level officials.

At least the TV station and the hospital gave them the green light all the way, and the process of rescuing them was smooth and not a single piece of information leaked out.

Vermouth was just trying to fool him.

"Okay, let's change the question. You know Yin Jiu's current situation, so for Xiao Jiu's health, you won't attack Haibara Ai again in front of him, right?" Conan tested again.

When Vermouth disguised herself as Tomoaki Akai, she actually had plenty of opportunities to attack Haibara Ai, but she waited until the night of the cruise party, probably because she didn't want Yin Jiu to know that Haibara Ai was murdered.

If Vermouth had really succeeded at that time, Conan felt that he and Professor Agasa would definitely not tell Yin Jiu the truth directly, but would most likely find another reason, such as the other party's relatives coming to the door or having returned to their country, to conceal the matter temporarily.

Vermouth's plan obviously took their personalities into consideration.

However, he misjudged that neither he nor Yin Jiu got on the boat.

Then Calvados' car suddenly exploded. Conan also guessed that it might not be Calvados' subjective wish to have a one-on-one exchange with the FBI.

Rather, it was a member of the organization who wanted to protect the children of his best friend and made some secret moves.

After all, the identity of "Kudo Shinichi" was exposed to Calvados's vision, which was probably completely beyond Vermouth's expectations. In order to prevent her friend Yukiko's only son from being hunted down, Vermouth also chose to kill her companion.

This way, the news that Kudo Shinichi has become smaller can also be concealed.

There was a complicated look in Conan's eyes. Killing was wrong, but since Vermouth did this, he was the real beneficiary.

This realization made Conan depressed, but he couldn't say any more harsh words. He could only comfort himself: this time when he saw Vermouth, he would pretend not to see it and would not inform the FBI. He would just regard it as repaying Vermouth's favor, and the two of them would be even.

The next time he meets Vermouth, he will spare no effort to catch this criminal and send him to prison.

Conan gave Vermouth a suspended sentence in his heart, and at this time Vermouth had already taken the person out of the surveillance range.

It must be said that Yukiko's son is indeed smart. He actually guessed some of Vermouth's previous little thoughts almost exactly.

However, the old ones are still the wisest. How could a first-grade elementary school student who was knocked down from Level 17 to Level 7 be a match for Vermouth who has been involved in evil forces for many years?

"I do have a good relationship with Juri and Yukiko." Vermouth smiled brightly, and her nimble fingers spun the barrel of her custom-made revolver in mid-air. She pulled the trigger, and the black muzzle stopped directly at Conan's mouth, only a centimeter away from the latter's open mouth. "But, friendships are sometimes treated as separate things."

Conan stared at Vermouth with wide eyes in shock, feeling goosebumps all over his body. "You, what are you doing?"

"I'm answering your question. Come on, open your mouth, open it wider, ah——" Vermouth, wearing Amuro Toru's disguised face, smiled like a weird uncle who wanted to lure a loli with a lollipop.

Conan didn't know what went on in his brain at that time, but he actually obediently opened his mouth wide enough to easily fit an egg.

Then he heard the sound of fingers pulling the trigger and closed his eyes sadly.

Oh no, it seems he's been too arrogant this time. Is this the end of it? Vermouth didn't actually let him go because of their fathers' friendship. Then what will happen next... Xiaolan, Yin Jiu, the doctor, and Haibara Ai also...

"Huh? Sweet?" Conan subconsciously opened his eyes again. The revolver that looked exactly like a real gun was still suspended in the air, but a light pink juice liquid was ejected from it.

"How is it? Tasty, right? This is the effervescent tablet powder I specially made from Yin Jiu." Vermouth raised the muzzle of the gun and gently wiped off the water stains on it with a piece of paper.

This prop was originally brought out specially to play with, and now it finally comes in handy, and Vermouth is very satisfied.

Only Conan swallowed the effervescent powder in one gulp, wiped the water stains from his mouth, and suddenly roared angrily, "You are going to scare me to death!"

God knows how frightened he was when the gun was pressed against his mouth. The pain of his throat being pierced in the next second made him panic.

"I'm just answering you. Given my friendship with your parents, I really won't do anything to you for now." Vermouth's expression was innocent, and she put the revolver back into her pocket. "And didn't I say that friendship is a one-size-fits-all matter? You ruined my plan, and you deserve to be taught a lesson, right?"