Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

Inside a hotel at this time...

A voluptuous woman was wearing a bathrobe and sitting languidly on the sofa, like a ripe peach with soft skin and a beautiful face.

But judging from his furrowed brows... he seemed to be preoccupied.

She was recalling what Vodka had said a few days ago.

'A one-horned high school girl is wreaking havoc inside the training base...'

'A born evil brat...causing core members of the organization to flee at the mere sight of him.'

'The rumors surrounding Cointreau...'

"The more I listen, the more familiar it sounds..." Vermouth lit a cigarette and rubbed her temples.

Since her last investigation... after being sexually assaulted and robbed of money by Fukuro Shinobu, she has been gathering information about Shinichi Kudo once again.

But... as the collection progressed, something felt increasingly off.

If it's confirmed that Conan is Shinichi Kudo... then why is Coolguy a naturally evil brat?

And the one-horned high school girl... besides Angel... she couldn't think of anyone else.

Moreover... before, when he met Angel while walking with V. Heshel as 'Vinyard, Chris'.

That expression...and those eyes, were impossible for Vermouth, who had seen countless people, to hide.

How did her Angel fall for someone like Fuheshel?

A famous detective who shrinks... and a high school girl who gradually falls in love with a key member of a distillery.

And...Sherry's disappearance...

"Hoo..." Vermouth exhaled a puff of smoke, looking out the window at the scenery.

Hopefully... it's just a misunderstanding... and they just look alike, otherwise, she'll really break down.

.........

Inside a takoyaki (octopus ball) shop...

The eyes of many girls were drawn to the tall, seated figure.

The person sitting there had black hair and black eyes... He was tall and had a strong mature, uncle-like presence. He had a scar on the corner of his mouth... He was wearing a black coat, and although his expression was calm, he gave off a strong sense of aggression.

Fuhesh took a bite of takoyaki...and watched the horse race on TV...

Beep beep beep...

Just then, my phone rang.

Fuheishen picked up his phone and put it to his ear.

"Hey..."

"Jun Du... has something been up lately?" A lazy, somewhat seductive voice rang out.

Fuheishen frowned, looked at the unknown number on his phone, and asked again, "Who are you...?"

Vermouth: ! ? ?

"Oh dear... you didn't recognize my voice, did you?" Vermouth chuckled. "How sad..."

"Sorry, my memory isn't very good..." Looking at the end of his horse race, Fuheshen's eyes turned cold. "What mission? How much?"

Vermouth was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone... then finally said honestly, "Execute a heartless businessman..."

According to Vermouth's description... a certain unscrupulous entrepreneur seems to have a habit of exploiting his employees.

They set their sights on the organization...using the organization's criminal records to blackmail it.

Not only did they extort money, but they also tried to acquire one of the organization's research institutes at an extremely low price.

When that gentleman found out, he was so angry he almost died.

The task was posted directly.

“Location…” Fuheshel asked.

“xxx company.” Vermouth, who had just prepared an excuse to answer the question the other party would likely ask, ‘Why did you contact me?’, kept it to herself and answered obediently.

She originally thought... Cointreau would be like Gin... very suspicious, asking her many questions, or simply refusing to answer.

But in the end... nothing happened. The other party just asked how much it cost... and came over after they were satisfied.

This saved her the trouble of explaining herself.

It feels like... like if you pay them, they'll do anything for you, including food and lodging...

In short, just like a male prostitute.

Vermouth felt that this possibility was not very high... but it was still a discovery, and she secretly noted the information down.

She planned to experiment later and see if feeding him some manure could cheer him up if he was in a bad mood or was about to become violent towards her because of Angel.

At this moment, Vishnu was unaware of Vermouth's inner thoughts...

He put the takoyaki in his mouth... scared off the high school girl who was about to ask for his contact information with a look, pushed open the door, and walked out of the store.

........

We arrived at the foot of a building... and there was a red sports car parked in front of the movie theater next to it.

Fuheshel opened the car door and got in.

"The target location... is in the offices inside this company building." Vermouth smiled at Vosshel. "What do you plan to do?"

"Just do it," Fuheshen said calmly.

He has always been a decisive and efficient person who dislikes dragging things out.

"Go ahead and make a move... Do you want to create the same commotion as before?" Vermouth's pupils dilated slightly.

If that scene were to be recreated... she really wouldn't dare go.

Japan's Self-Defense Forces are already aware of this incident... If it happens again, it won't just be the police and the SKT anti-terrorism unit that will arrive.

Then she'll be dragged out by Fuheshel like a pet again...

Just like that time at the Yotsubi Group... I was completely humiliated.

“…” Fuheshen tapped his leg lightly with his fingers. “I don’t like wasting time… Of course, I’m not stupid enough to create that kind of chaos.”

To create such a commotion in order to incite killing?

He is strong and composed... not a crazy idiot.

“You really should learn from Gin... You're nowhere near his level.” Voxel opened the car door...

Vermouth's lips twitched upon hearing this... She forcibly suppressed the urge to roll her eyes.

After the other person turned their back to Vermouth, she rolled her eyes at Fuhesh...

She took out a disguise kit... and waved it in her hand, "Oh...won't you disguise yourself?"

“No need…” Fuheishen shook his head.

“Oh dear… that title of ‘Thousand-Faced Demon Man’ doesn’t really suit you.” Vermouth shrugged and said with her crescent-shaped eyes.

Then I took out a realistic human skin headgear from the box, put it on, and applied some simple makeup to it.

Upon hearing the title "Thousand-Faced Demon Man," Fuheishen's pupils contracted slightly.

When did he get the nickname "Thousand-Faced Demon Man"?

Was it vodka who passed it on?

"Alright... Shall we go?"

Vermouth's voice rang out, and Vohsheel snapped out of his daze...and rubbed his temples.

Forget it, he stopped worrying about who spread the rumor.

For some reason... ever since he joined the organization, the entire organization has become increasingly strange.

After regaining his composure... Fukushige, who didn't seem like a good person and wasn't actually a good person, walked into the building.

"This is a private place..." A security guard saw this and prepared to come over to stop them.

boom...

A blur flashed by, and the security guard lay down on the ground with his hands behind his back, fast asleep.

Vermouth's lips twitched slightly when she saw this scene.

Is this what they mean by 'not creating that kind of chaos'?

Please... this is on the street!