Chapter 35 Chapter 35 (Including 1k nutrient solution supplement) Pig...

96.

Vermouth understood my hint. She gracefully apologized to the white-haired old man, ended the topic, then took my arm, walked through the crowd with grace, and walked towards Kudo Yukiko who was looking at her from a distance.

Yukiko Kudo wore a perfectly tailored pearl white satin fishtail dress. Her long, smooth dark brown hair was elegantly tied up, revealing her smooth forehead and slender swan neck. Her eyes were bright and shining, and she didn't look like she had been married for a long time. They were full of wisdom and playfulness.

"Yukiko, long time no see." Vermouth's voice was filled with just the right amount of familiarity and joy.

Kudo Yukiko's face instantly lit up with a smile as bright as the sun, her captivating eyes curved into crescents. She and Vermouth embraced gently, cheek to cheek, and then her gaze, filled with curiosity and kindness, fell on me. She smiled at me, stunned, and that smile seemed to possess a magical power, instantly leaving my mind blank and dazed. I could only return her gaze with an even more blank stare.

"Junior?" Kudo Yukiko winked at Vermouth playfully, speaking in an intimate tone.

"She's my sister. If I tell them too much, they'll just ask too many questions." Vermouth smiled back, her arm naturally draped around my shoulders, pulling me slightly closer to her. "Yingzi likes you very much, but she's a huge fan of yours."

"Yes, yes!" I finally found my voice and nodded vigorously, like a little fan meeting his idol, his cheeks flushed with excitement.

After arriving in this world, I've definitely been catching up on all of Kudo Yukiko's classics—she plays the protagonist's mother! Back then, I often dragged Vermouth and vodka along to complain about why Japanese actresses tend to retire from acting as soon as they get married. It's a huge loss for the entertainment industry and global audiences!

"Really?" Kudo Yukiko smiled even more happily, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, teasing me deliberately, "Sharon is your sister, do you still like me so much? Aren't you afraid that she will be jealous?"

I nodded righteously. "It's hard to imagine a sane viewer making the choice 'I don't like Kudo Yukiko.' From now on, whenever you talk about movies, you'll inevitably fall into a cold abyss, experiencing despair, regret, and a sense of desolation. Not liking Kudo Yukiko after watching a movie is like not reading Dream of the Red Chamber among the Four Great Classics. It demonstrates a lack of humanistic attainments and self-cultivation. They can't understand the inner essence of this high-brow art. They can only see the superficial rhetoric but can't fathom the profound meaning."

The more I spoke, the more I became engaged and passionate. The smile on Kudo Yukiko's face grew deeper and deeper, and finally she couldn't help but chuckle with her hands covering her mouth, her shoulders shaking slightly.

Wow, this is the first time I've met a beautiful woman who gave such sincere and joyful positive feedback to my earthy compliments! Who understands!

I am so spoiled by Kudo Yukiko that I feel like I can give my life to her!

The goddess stared at me with a smile, and I felt the blood rushing to my head, my cheeks burning, and my breathing quickened. I couldn't stand it anymore, and I turned around and collapsed onto Vermouth, limp as if my bones had been pulled out, wailing, "Help... You're so beautiful... I'm going to faint..."

Kudo Yusaku is so lucky, Kudo Yusaku, I hate that I’m not a man...

No, if I had been born ten years earlier, it wouldn’t matter if Kudo Yusaku was a boy!

Oh, that’s not right, Kudo Yusaku, then it’s okay.

I still have self-awareness. The difference between Kudo Yusaku and me is not just gender. Although there are only some IQ, looks, personal charm... and so on, but, uh, there is still some difference. I can't beat him!

Thinking of this, I wanted to bury my face in Vermouth's shoulder with hatred again, but suddenly I remembered that not only did I have makeup and a hairstyle today, but it was also done by a professional team hired by Vermouth -

I cut my losses in time and didn't actually put my face close to it.

Even more frustrated! I could only settle for the next best thing and rest my forehead (cautiously) on Vermouth's graceful shoulders, expressing my "life is hopeless" with my own actions.

Kudo Yukiko was completely amused by my timid yet cute look: "Sharon, your sister is so cute!"

“Of course,” Vermouth couldn’t help laughing. She stretched out her slender white fingers and lifted my chin, which was flattened into a duck’s mouth due to grief and anger. Seeing my accusing eyes, she laughed out loud, “Okay, little cutie, stop acting. Yukiko likes you very much, be happy?”

In that case, don't blame me for being too demanding.

I immediately raised my head from Vermouth's shoulder and turned to Kudo Yukiko. My eyes instantly switched to a state of affection and expectation, and my voice became soft and sticky: "Then... Sister Yukiko, do you... like me a little more than you like Mr. Kudo?"

I blinked and hinted wildly.

Kudo Yukiko's smile paused subtly, her bright eyes looked over my shoulder and behind me, the corners of her mouth curled up into an even brighter arc, with a hint of anticipation for a good show.

An ominous premonition instantly enveloped me! I turned my head stiffly, little by little -

What caught my eye was a mature, handsome man in a well-tailored dark gray suit. He had an elegant, calm demeanor, a gentle smile, and a glint of insightful wisdom. He was holding a glass of wine, gazing at us with a composed expression. Who else could it be but Kudo Yusaku?!

Help, I flirted with someone else's wife in front of the man's wife and asked who he liked more. What should I do if the man caught me? Waiting online, it's urgent.

97.

Phew, luckily, Kudo Yusaku didn’t bother with me.

But then again, he must be secretly happy to have such a beautiful woman as his wife. I guess there are probably not many people as bold as me, but there are quite a few, right?

Not only did Kudo Yusaku not care, he also echoed Kudo Yukiko's praise of me, saying that the couple standing together was really pleasing to my eyes.

After a few humorous yet measured conversations, thanks to Vermouth's face, my personal charm, and the tolerance of the Kudo couple, the atmosphere quickly warmed up. Kudo Yukiko even warmly invited me to visit their home in a few days, with a very good reason: "It just so happens that our son is coming over for a few days during the holidays, and you can also get to know him."

Son! The beloved son of Kudo Yukiko and Kudo Yusaku!

Who else could it be?!

Of course it's you! Kudo Shinichi! The future high school detective! The current... elementary school student!

On the way back, I was still counting my generations on my fingers when suddenly my eyes lit up. I grabbed Vermouth's hand and asked, "So, should I call you Auntie, Shin-chan?"

Yukiko Kudo is Shinichi Kudo's biological mother, Vermouth is Shinichi Kudo's godmother, and I am the younger sister of Vermouth and Yukiko Kudo. So, if I don't ask Shinichi Kudo to call me godmother, it should be okay to call me aunt, right?

Vermouth looked at me dancing with excitement and nodded, not understanding the reason. "According to seniority, that's the right way to address her. What's the matter? Doesn't Yingzi like being called 'Auntie' by elementary school students?"

She thought I was worried about how the name sounded old.

"Who said this aunt is bad?!" I immediately shook my head, a bright smile that was almost eerie, full of happiness and longing, bloomed on my face. "This aunt is so! Good!!"

Under normal circumstances, a young and beautiful girl like me naturally doesn't like children calling me "Auntie", unless the child is cute and polite, that's one thing.

However, if the target is Kudo Shinichi, it would be different.

Do you understand the significance of being respectfully addressed as "Auntie" by the "Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei Era" (even though he's still an elementary school student)?! This is an achievement you can brag about for the rest of your life!

I cupped my hands over my heart, with tangible stars in my eyes, and the villain in my heart was already rolling around like crazy.

Good Xinyi, good Xinjiang, as long as you call me "Auntie" obediently, I can give you my life just like I give your mother! Oh, no, my life is useless...

Well, as long as you call me "Auntie", I will take care of Gin's problem!

If before, my plan for what would happen if Gin discovered Edogawa Conan's identity in advance was to hug his thigh and make Conan run away, then now, I am thinking, instead of hugging his thigh, I can also kiss Gin forcefully to divert his attention?

Uh, I shivered with a chill and forced Conan's little face to appear in front of me to warm me up.

I rubbed my hands, eager to try: "When is Xinjiang coming to the United States? I want to prepare a gift for my precious nephew in advance!"

"It seems you really like Yukiko," Vermouth raised her carefully drawn eyebrows in curiosity, with a look of inquiry in her blue eyes. "This is the first time I see you so attentive to a child you've never met? Do you like Shinichi so much?"

"Some likes are unforgettable without the need for meeting each other." I sighed in a literary manner.

Well, actually it’s not that I haven’t seen it before. I used to watch Kudo Shinichi grow up since I was a child... No, I used to watch Edogawa Conan grow up since I was a child!

Kudo Shinichi as a child, who was still in elementary school at that time, should really look exactly like Edogawa Conan? I couldn't help but rub my fingers.

However, I still rushed over tactfully, sat on Vermouth's lap, hugged her, and said sweetly: "But, I still like Vermouth the most!"

Vermouth's eyes flickered, those blue eyes that seemed to see through people's hearts with a hint of playfulness. She suddenly extended her index finger and gently tapped the corner of her mouth, her voice lazy and full of temptation: "Then kiss?"

I'm so tempted, how can I not take the bait?

Vermouth is fishing for Yingzi, those who are willing to take the bait will be caught!

I let out a howl and leaned over to kiss her cheek several times, making loud noises.

“Hey, is this also a commemoration?”

Vermouth, holding the phone, raised her red lips in a meaningful arc: "Yes, this is a very, very precious souvenir."

"Hmm!" I was so moved by this respect that my eyes filled with tears. "So, Vermouth, you love me so much! Then I must kiss you a few more times!"

98.

While waiting for Kudo Shinichi to come to the United States, Vermouth's new drama had already started filming, and the cooperation with the American organization had also begun.

I really didn't do much work on the set. The most I did was help Vermouth keep an eye on the food and water she would take. The rest of the work was done by her professional team.

After two weeks, all I seem to have gotten is a stack of autographed photos—from everyone, anyway, I took them all, regardless of whether I knew them or not. This is my souvenir back in Japan. Even if there aren't many fans in the Black Organization and few people want them, I can sell them at the coal stove and add a little to my retirement fund.

Finally, after much anticipation, Kudo Shinichi's footsteps are approaching...

"Sharon! Eiko! Come in!" Kudo Yukiko greeted us warmly.

I walked in holding a large gift box carefully wrapped in dark blue glittering star wrapping paper and tied with a thick gold ribbon. I looked around curiously and it seemed very similar to the Kudo house in Beika Town. It seemed that they both had the same aesthetic taste as the owner.

"Excuse me, Yukiko, Yusaku." Vermouth walked in gracefully and handed a small handbag to Kudo Yukiko, "A little snack."

"Welcome, Sharon, Miss Eiko." Kudo Yusaku greeted me gently. His eyes lingered on the huge gift box in my arms for a moment, and he asked knowingly, "Is this a gift for Shinichi?"

"Yes!" I nodded, and curiously leaned forward again, only to see the Kudo family. "Is he still asleep?"

"He's in the study upstairs, working on an interesting puzzle." Kudo Yukiko put her hands on her hips and complained, "This kid knew you were coming, but he insisted on solving the puzzle before coming down. I'll go get him."

"Oh, no, no—"

My "no need" was of no use. Kudo Yukiko went upstairs in a hurry, and after a while, she came downstairs with a little boy.

The little boy had jet-black hair with a few strands sticking up unruly, and his cheeks had a bit of childish baby fat, but his deep blue eyes were exceptionally bright and lively, as if they contained stars and revealed a sense of cleverness.

It’s fifth-year student Shinichi Kudo!

The older Edogawa Conan and the younger Kudo Shinichi!

My eyes suddenly lit up.

Kudo Shinichi greeted Vermouth seriously, hesitated when he came to me, and looked at his mother Kudo Yukiko as if asking for help.

Oh my god, did the cocky detective who hasn't grown up also encounter difficulties and find his mother? So cute, so cute, so cute, I feel my eyes are even more loving, as if I am not looking at my nephew, but my eldest son.

——The boy’s mother is actually me!

Kudo Yukiko nodded: "Yes, this is your Aunt Yingzi."

Kudo Yukiko especially doesn't like being called "Auntie". Influenced by her mother, even though she has been taught by her parents before, I guess Kudo Shinichi still feels uncomfortable when he suddenly sees me this time?

I narrowed my eyes and looked at Kudo Shinichi expectantly.

Kudo Shinichi frowned again and hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Eiko...Aunt?"

"Hey! Hello, Shin-chan!" I instantly felt like I was hit by a huge bubble of happiness, and my whole body felt light!

I tried hard to control the urge to jump up and quickly stuffed the big gift box into his arms, "Xin-chan, it's our first meeting, and this is a gift from your aunt! Open it and see if you like it?"

He packs what he likes.

Because what I gave him was a hardcover edition of the Sherlock Holmes detective collection.

I am happy that Kudo Shinichi likes it, and the meal time afterwards was also very pleasant. If Vermouth didn’t have an early show tomorrow, I really would like to stay at Kudo’s house a little later.

That's right...

Before leaving, I couldn't help but whisper in Kudo Shinichi's ear, "Shin-chan, promise your auntie to stay away from the amusement park and protect the back of your neck!"

Kudo Shinichi: “???”

99.

Vermouth has an early scene, so logically I should get up early as well, but that's just logical.

Normally I should have gotten up early and showed up on the set, but not only did I wake up in the afternoon, I even took a taxi to a street park in the opposite direction of the set.

I sat on a peeling green bench, my long hair draped over my shoulders, partially obscuring my face. In my open hands lay a few crumbs of white bread. A dozen plump white pigeons gathered on the ground beside me and at my feet, pecking at their food with a faint, cooing sound.

Between the hair, a small white earphone was pressed tightly against the earlobe, and Vermouth's voice came clearly from it, calm and almost cold: "They haven't come yet?"

I lowered my head slightly, letting the shadow cast by my long hair better cover the lower half of my face. My lips barely moved, and my voice was so low it was almost a whisper: "Not yet."

"Take a look at the situation, or come back." Vermouth made a quick decision, "Pretend to take pictures and buy something nearby before you come back."

"Understood," I whispered. Reaching for the plastic bag beside me, I pulled out another handful of breadcrumbs and scattered them on the open space further away from my feet, mimicking a soft "cooing" sound. More pigeons, drawn in, flapped their wings and joined the scramble for food.

Fortunately, the pigeons here are relatively well-mannered and currently only eat and don’t poop.

I exhaled almost inaudibly, took out my phone to take photos and selfies, and tried my best to look like an ordinary tourist who was concentrating on feeding pigeons.

"Um...Miss?" A low, slightly hesitant male voice suddenly sounded from a very close distance.

The flock of pigeons that had been pecking at my feet suddenly exploded, the white doves flapping their wings in panic and taking off, bringing with them a loud fluttering sound and a shower of white feathers. A few light feathers swirled and floated slowly into the palm of my still-open hand.

I looked over in confusion and saw an unusually tall man standing a few steps away, almost blocking the sunlight in front of me.

He wore a plain grey jacket and jeans, but his sturdy frame made the clothes look strained. His face was the most striking feature – a square jaw, thick eyebrows, a high, bold nose, tightly pursed lips, and naturally fierce features. The combination created an oppressive, even frightening, face.

Also, it looks a little familiar.

My pupils shrank slightly, but the inquiry lasted less than half a second before being quickly concealed. I tilted my head slightly, my face replaced with a look of pure innocence and confusion: "Huh?"

"Uh, miss? I mean no harm..." As if a little flustered by my overly harmless look, the man subconsciously lowered his voice, even adding a touch of caution. He tentatively asked, "Are you... unable to hear?"

It's not that I can't hear, but I'm pretending not to. I smiled and said something in English that I've been saying a lot lately: "Sorry, I'm Japanese. English. NONONO!"

I can only say that it is worthy of being a Japanese comic, as everyone in the world can speak Japanese, or because the man will appear in the future, even foreigners can speak Japanese.

He breathed a sigh of relief, barely perceptible. "Is that so? Miss, can you understand me when I speak Japanese?"

I raised my eyes, revealing just the right amount of surprise and a hint of relief. "Sir, you speak Japanese? That's great! What can I do for you?"

100.

When I returned to Vermouth's home, the sky had already turned purple-gray with dusk.

The blonde beauty, who had long since finished filming, was sitting on the balcony in her bathrobe, drinking red wine. Hearing my footsteps, she turned around, her face devoid of a smile: "Glad you're back safely."

I walked over to another lounge chair next to her and sat down. I sank into the soft cushions, took a long breath, and rested my head on my folded arms. My voice was filled with a hint of relief after exhaustion. "Has the action been exposed?"

Vermouth snorted coldly, drank the wine in the glass, and uttered a short and cold syllable from her throat: "Ah, they actually let the FBI in."

"That's not all bad. Don't we have undercover agents from all sides in our organization?" I wasn't particularly surprised. I even waved my hand as if it was normal. "This is America. It's normal to have FBI undercover agents."

The Black Organization's Japanese headquarters not only includes the Japanese Public Security Bureau, but also the FBI and even the CIA.

“You, you were the one who was almost in danger!” Vermouth looked at me helplessly, a hint of…fear in her tone that was barely perceptible. “What if something really happened to you?”

I touched my nose and said, "There's no such thing as a mission without danger. Besides, I'm fine, right?"

I can only say that it's no wonder that the Black Organization asked me to come. A young Japanese girl who looks harmless and doesn't speak the language appeared near the transaction location, posing as a tourist. It is indeed not easy to arouse high vigilance.

Oh, the premise is that you meet a cop who is not very suspicious.

Vermouth didn't respond immediately. Her piercing blue eyes scanned my face for a moment, as if assessing something. Suddenly, she leaned forward slightly and asked with a hint of inquiry, "Have you... already met someone from the FBI?"

"Hmm..." I hesitated for a moment and didn't deny it. "If I'm not mistaken, yes."

Thinking of that recognizable face in the park and that awkward yet somewhat well-intentioned approach, the corners of my mouth couldn't help but twitch, "That's right..."

Vermouth pressed on: "What is it?"

I shook my head and laughed, "Just not very smart."

It turns out that a bad teammate didn't become a bad teammate on the first day. Kamal, this guy, is really kind-hearted. This time he kindly warned a strange girl to leave the potential danger zone, but in the future, he will make the stupid mistake of letting Rum leave at a critical moment.

So the question is, did the FBI know that the local organization's partners were the Black Organization? They have undercover agents there, so they should have found out, right?

According to the current situation, Vermouth and I will not leave the United States until the cooperation is officially concluded, and the cooperation has been targeted by the FBI...

Even Camille has appeared, so will Shuichi Akai show up in advance?

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