Detective Conan: Knifeman? I'm a good citizen of Beihua

"Okay, then you try—"

Rum pulled out his gun and pointed it at Vermouth.

The two sides were on the verge of a fight, and the scene became extremely solemn for a moment.

Conan, who was at the center of the incident, looked left and right with his head tilted upwards, with an expression that showed he was enjoying the fun.

He wasn't planning on escaping anyway, so naturally, he didn't feel much of a sense of danger right now. Being able to watch the organization's excitement also satisfied his curiosity about it.

At the same time, Conan was also curious about the "failed experiment" mentioned by Rum.

His eyes fell on Vermouth inquiringly, trying to analyze what Rum meant.

A failure?

A failed product for rejuvenation?

Thinking of Vermouth's hatred for Huiyuan, Conan vaguely guessed some truths -

Maybe... Vermouth is also a victim of drug A.

But the experiment failed, she didn't die, nor did she become smaller - it seems that she really just remained eternally young?

So what are the side effects?

As if she noticed Conan's gaze, Vermouth looked at Conan and made eye contact with him.

Suddenly, Vermouth realized something.

Looking at Conan's condition, something seems to be wrong.

If he were in his previous state, would he be so obedient?

Vermouth looked at Conan suspiciously, while Conan blinked his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and looked innocent.

Belmode:......

"Okay, don't let others laugh at you here."

Just then, a majestic voice came from the other side.

Vermouth retracted the gun and turned to look at the person coming over there as if nothing had happened.

"Grenada, it's you who came to support us." Rum also put away his gun, but when he saw the person coming, there was still some surprise on his face.

He was an old man who looked a little thin, with a long beard on his face. He wore a Chinese-style jacket and cloth shoes. He looked like a hermit.

In fact, this is true. Grenada has been retired for many years. His current status in the organization is that of an elder, and he plays a prestigious role. He basically does not step forward to take care of things.

The fact that he was able to come back this time shows that Karasuma Renya attaches great importance to it.

"Rum, this mission is very important. I hope you won't make any mistakes." Grenada looked at Rum and warned coldly.

Rum lowered his head: "I understand."

"Vermouth, you come with me this time. The master also wants to see you."

He looked at Vermouth again.

Vermouth curled the corner of her mouth: "I understand."

"The car is ready, let's go."

Grenada turned and walked outside.

The car arranged by the organization was extremely low-key. They left the streets of Tokyo and headed towards Tottori Prefecture.

As they walked out, several other convoys quietly poured into the traffic.

Soon, Rum noticed the black Porsche behind him.

His face darkened a bit: "Why is Gin here too?"

He thought he had finally gotten rid of this guy.

"The master said that this matter is of great importance and Gin must accompany us to provide protection."

Grenada was very calm. He coughed lightly and said coldly, "Rum, you should know that compared to Changsheng, the internal struggle of the organization is not worth mentioning."

Everything before my eyes is nothing but dead matter...

Rum was choked by what he said and snorted in disdain in his heart.

Doesn't he want to live forever? No! Sometimes, living forever doesn't mean having a long life.

Rum lowered his eyes, his eyes full of calculation.

What's the point of living long? If you get in the way, you should die.

Conan sat in the back seat of the car, listening to their conversation silently. Although one of his hands was locked in the seat belt in the back seat, most of his body was still able to move, so Conan quietly stuck his head out the window to look.

Sure enough, he saw Vodka and Gin sitting in the familiar black Porsche next door.

As if noticing Conan's gaze, Vodka, who was driving, suddenly looked over.

That gaze seemed real. If Conan hadn't known that the car's windows were covered with anti-peep film, he would have thought that Vodka saw him.

But how is this possible...

Vodka quickly looked away and continued driving normally, as if the eye contact just now was just an unintentional coincidence.

For some reason, Conan breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to look at the other vehicles following behind.

After several red lights, he finally saw Mr. Amuro's Mazda.

In the car, Toru Amuro was driving, and Vermouth was sitting in the passenger seat.

Vermouth's expression became solemn from the moment she got in the car. Her eyes were always following the car in front of her. She folded her arms and tapped her fingers lightly.

"Are you paying too much attention to that child, Vermouth?"

While driving, Toru Amuro secretly observed Vermouth, and the woman's unusual seriousness vaguely made him smell something else.

So Toru Amuro asked half jokingly and half tentatively.

Vermouth withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Amuro Toru's half-smile: "When did Rum capture Conan? You didn't inform me in advance."

This was a small deal that Vermouth had made with Amuro Toru before, to help protect Conan. Although Amuro Toru didn't know Vermouth's intention, it didn't stop him from accepting Vermouth's favor.

But this time... the plan was too hasty, and Toru Amuro really didn't think about Vermouth.

"I can't help it." Amuro Toru pretended to be helpless. "You also know how Rum is doing recently. He has been paying attention to Conan's situation for a long time. By the time I found out, he was already preparing to close the net."

"I can't fail at this critical moment, right?"

Vermouth frowned and looked at him, trying to find something from it, but Amuro Toru managed his expression very well and did not give Vermouth any chance to find any loopholes.

After observing without success, Vermouth could only change the subject: "Come to think of it, during the time you worked at Poirot Café and interacted with the people from the Mori Detective Agency for a long time, you didn't realize that Conan was Kudo Shinichi. This is really strange."

Amuro Toru chuckled, his smile not reaching his eyes. "Rum gave me the task of monitoring Maori Kogoro and Shirakawa Akane. I have been completing the task diligently. And look, didn't Rum go out in person, but ended up exposing his appearance and becoming a nationwide wanted man?"

Anyway, he has Rum on his head, so Rum will take the blame first. What does it have to do with Bourbon?

Vermouth heard that Amuro Toru was trying to shift the blame, sneered, and said nothing more. Out of caution, Amuro Toru also ended the verbal exchange.

The already quiet space suddenly became deserted.