Being in Detective Conan, being officially part of the organization is just too awesome!

Considering this, Shibasaki Asuka remained expressionless, but with one hand she pried open Chianti's palm and then wrote two '1's in her palm...

Then, he gently patted Chianti's hand twice...

After doing all that, Shibasaki Asuka immediately turned back and continued to unleash her attacks on Gin...

She couldn't possibly give up the exquisite delicacy of a cool, aloof wife for a mere hot potato...

Chianti, however, was not angry; on the contrary, she was overjoyed.

It worked! It worked! I did it!

I finally hooked up with a beautiful girl!

Chianti's brain was fully expanded in that instant, and the dazed girl received a brief three-second boost.

Almost instantly, Chianti understood Shibasaki Asuka's true meaning—

Tonight at 11 PM, my sister and I will play with you together...

Hiss——

Chianti couldn't help but drool...

On the other side, Vodka saw Chianti getting excited and immediately guessed what was going on.

His expression began to contort, filled with emotions of envy and jealousy...

Why not me!

Vodka groaned inwardly in pain.

He had already tried to strike up a conversation with Shibasaki Asuka and Shibasaki, but naturally, nothing came of it.

But now that she's seen Chianti, Gaja's heart sank to the bottom.

He admitted that his older brother had a captivating face, and while he, Vodka, was slightly less handsome, he was still somewhat inferior.

But why is it that Chianti is acceptable?!

Are those two women, Asuka Shibasaki and Chianti, willing to accept Chianti's advances rather than him?

Although Vodka looks rather simple and honest, he's a veteran of countless battles...

Jiajia was furious. He felt that Shibasaki Asuka and Anzai Ema were both too superficial and had no taste whatsoever, failing to appreciate the inner beauty of his vodka...

Then, Vodka's eyes darted around, and he turned his gaze to Eri Akechi standing next to him.

Although Ms. Eri is not as young as Shibasaki Asuka and her companion, she has an outstanding temperament...

He was about to speak when he noticed that Eri Akechi, who had been quietly eating, was now chatting animatedly with Cohen...

"Eh? Mr. Cohen, have you read my book?"

Eri Akechi covered her mouth in surprise.

She herself is not a particularly popular writer, but only has some fame in certain circles.

Her novels, by all accounts, weren't the type of reading men would normally enjoy, yet surprisingly, Mr. Cohen had read them...

"Yes, it is."

Cohen nodded, then stammered and stumbled over his words.

"I've read one."

"It's that book, 'XXXX'."

"Hehe, I'm so sorry to have made you laugh,"

When Eri Akechi heard Cohen mention the book's title, a hint of unease flashed in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

She smiled and spoke very politely.

"It's quite embarrassing for a writer like me, who isn't very famous, to be bumped into by readers in real life. I always feel like I'm not writing well, and I don't know how to deal with it for a moment."

"No, no,"

For the first time ever, Cohen kept up with the stranger's rhythm of speech, his expression stiff yet revealing emotions not usually seen.

"I think you write very well."

"Thank you, I'm really happy to receive your praise."

Eri Akechi replied in very official language.

Cohen continued speaking, his words still hesitant and stumbling, but at least he could get through it, a stark contrast to his former self.

“I can sense a special kind of emotion in your books.”

A special feeling about farts!

Vodka silently complained to himself.

Cohen, you really can't judge a book by its cover!

I thought this guy was an honest person, but it turns out he's a total slut!

To flirt with someone, he'd even say something so cheesy.

Vodka utterly despised this behavior; based on his years of experience, no woman with even a modicum of intelligence would fall for it...

As he pondered this, he kept a close eye on Eri Akechi's expression.

But then, the female novelist paused, seemingly somewhat moved...

"Heh...hehe,"

A bitter smile appeared on Eri Akechi's face as she slowly shook her head.

"I didn't expect that they would still find out."

"Actually, during that time, I was constantly immersed in the grief of my sister's death, so I guess I unconsciously brought some emotions into it..."

What the hell!

Vodka felt like a million alpacas were stampeding through his mind; he felt his battle-hardened experience was being challenged, and only one thought remained...

This actually works?!

Unaware of what Vodka was thinking, Cohen continued, embarrassed, and stammering.

"Actually, I only realized it near the end."

"The ending in the book is... a bit too..."

Are you trying to say it's cruel?

Eri Akechi spoke first, saying what she wanted to say.

Cohen nodded.

Eri Akechi smiled enigmatically.

"For ordinary people, being able to exchange their lives for belated justice is already a beautiful and dreamlike experience..."