Science solves cases? No, I am an immortal cultivator!

a few days later.

Dr. A Li's house.

On the street, Vermouth sat in a black car, holding a cigarette in her hand, staring intently at the front.

According to her investigation these days, the address where the anonymous message was sent is here!

Vermouth also investigated the owner of this place, Dr. Agasa, and found some very interesting things.

Dr. Agasa is not only a relative of Kitagawa Taki, but also familiar with Kudo Shinichi.

Therefore, Vermouth did not intend to use force.

After waiting for a few hours, Dr. Agasa finally left home.

Vermouth gathered her hair up and put on a human skin mask.

He turned over nimbly, ran into the yard, and walked into the house.

Vermouth observed the layout and installed several miniature eavesdropping devices on tables, chairs, sofas and other places.

After cleaning up the traces, Vermouth returned the same way.

Next, she just had to wait for the person who sent the message to appear.

Will it be Kitagawa Taki who possesses mysterious powers, or Kudo Shinichi who has been marked dead but has no news from him?

Vermouth's mouth curled up slightly. This matter was becoming more and more interesting...

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Rice Flower Hotel.

Vermouth monitored for several days in a row, but nothing happened in Dr. Agasa's house.

Until this day.

Dr. Agasa finally finished preparing the props for Conan and called Conan.

"Hey, Shinichi, I've already made the props you want. Come get them from me!"

In the hotel, Vermouth was wearing headphones and leaning lazily on the sofa.

When I heard the name "Shinichi", the answer was obvious.

Shinichi Kudo, who was marked dead, did not die, but remained in Japan.

interesting!

She had specifically investigated and found that Shirley was among the members of the organization who went to investigate Kudo Shinichi twice, and the changes to the investigation results were made by Shirley.

Is there any connection between the missing Shirley and Kudo Shinichi?

Tens of minutes later.

Vermouth heard a familiar child's voice in her headphones. She was sure that it was the child named Edogawa Conan whom she had met a few days ago, but that was not the point.

The key point is that from the conversation between the two, Dr. Agasa actually called Conan Shinichi!

Vermouth narrowed her eyes. Kudo Shinichi not only didn't die, but he also became smaller?!

Dr. A Li's house.

Dr. Agasa held up a strap and said, "This is a retractable sling. Just press a button and the rubber strap will automatically retract. It's very useful for you now."

Conan took the retractable sling and tried it. It was really helpful. He didn't have enough strength now, and this thing could handle many situations and was easy to carry.

But Conan is currently in urgent need of a prop to be used with his foot-strengthening shoes.

"Doctor, where is the prop I mentioned last time?" Conan looked at Dr. Agasa expectantly.

"That's it!" Dr. Agasa took out a belt from behind and introduced it: "It's called a football belt."

"Football? Belt?"

Conan didn't understand the purpose of this belt.

"Look!" Dr. Agasa said as he pressed the button on his belt. A football was inflated in a few seconds and fell down.

Conan kicked the ball twice, and this football was no different from an ordinary football.

"This belt is great!" Conan exclaimed.

Kicking football is his strong point, and it is smoother than kicking anything else.

After getting the props made by Dr. Agasa, Conan went back soon.

Neither of them knew that their conversation had been eavesdropped word for word by the members of the Black Organization they were pursuing.

Vermouth took off her headphones. She was now 100% sure that Conan was Kudo Shinichi!

The organization has used the drug that Shirley made many times, but everyone except Kudo Shinichi has been confirmed dead.

This means that the drug only has a probability of making people smaller.

As a drug developer, Shirley must have accidentally discovered that the drug can make people smaller, so she tampered with the records of Kudo Shinichi's situation.

A bold guess could not help but emerge in Vermouth's mind -

Shirley disappeared without a trace. Did she become smaller like Kudo Shinichi?

Vermouth stroked the photo of Shirley in her hand. She would not report her discovery to the organization.

If the organization knew that the drug had this effect, they would definitely not execute Shirley, but allow them to continue in-depth research.

This was not in line with her purpose.

Shirley, by the time she finds Shirley, it will be the day of Shirley's death!

However, Vermouth now faces a problem - she doesn't know what Shirley looked like as a child.

Vermouth searched her mind and thought of someone.

Pisco!

Pisco's real name is Kenzo Masuyama. On the surface, he is the chairman of a Japanese automobile company, but in fact he is a veteran in the organization. He has close contacts with the Miyano couple and is very likely to have met Shirley when she was a child.

Thinking of this, Vermouth immediately decided to go to Pisco's car company.

Half an hour later.

Vermouth was already sitting in Pisco's office.

"Vermouth, what do you want to see me for?"

To be honest, Pisco was surprised when he first saw Vermouth.

As a veteran in the organization, he knows more about Vermouth than anyone else.

This woman is very dangerous and has a deep relationship with the boss.

Don't mess with him, don't mess with him.

Vermouth asked directly: "Pisco, you have a good relationship with the Miyano couple, right?"

Pisco paused for a moment as he lit his cigarette. "It's really good."

"Have you ever seen Shirley as a child?"

Vermouth put Shirley's photo on the table.

"I have." Pisco took a puff of his cigarette. He was very surprised that Vermouth came to ask these questions. What was the point? "But why are you asking this?"

He didn't think that Shirley had become smaller. After all, who would believe such a thing if they didn't see it with their own eyes?

Vermouth didn't want to say more. "I have my uses. Do you have any photos?"

"No." Pisco shook his head, then changed the subject, "I can draw a portrait of her for you, but there's a condition."

"What conditions?" Vermouth crossed her arms. She just wanted to know what Shirley looked like as a child.

"I have a mission to carry out next week." Pisco paused, glanced at Vermouth, and continued: "Assassination mission."

Vermouth laughed when she heard this, and sizing up Pisco, she jokingly said, "You're already this old, and the organization still sends you on assassination missions?"

In fact, Pisco is 71 years old and his hair and beard are completely white.

Pisco's mouth twitched. He didn't want to assassinate someone! With his old arms and legs, it would be good enough for him to do some intelligence work, but he also had to take the risk of assassinating others.

But the organization's mission had come down, and he had no choice. If he didn't carry it out, he would only die.

Vermouth put away her smile and said seriously, "So, you want me to help you, right?"