The street lights at the pier gradually lit up.

Vermouth, who had disguised herself as Tomoaki Aida, knew that it was useless to continue lying. She raised her hand to reveal her true appearance under the mask, and touched her long curly hair with an ambiguous smile on her face.

She wasn't curious about how Judy survived, nor was she curious about how Judy knew she was pretending.

The only thing Vermouth cares about now is whether she can kill Shirley who is sitting in the passenger seat of her car. As long as she kills her, the organization will no longer pursue the people they want to protect.

Likewise, no more monsters like him will be born.

Judy looked coldly at Vermouth in front of her. This face was no different from twenty years ago. She supported herself on the hood of the car with one hand and frowned slightly.

"Vermouth, we've finally met again after such a long time. Can you answer a question for me?"

"Oh? That depends on what question you ask."

"Why did you step forward to rescue the little boy wearing glasses on the bus? You didn't have a gun on you at the time. Weren't you worried that the gangster would shoot you?"

This is a question that has always puzzled Judy. She can clearly feel Vermouth's hostility towards Miyano Shiho, but she is also a member of the organization who has slipped through the net. Why would she take the initiative to protect Edogawa Conan?

Could it be that Vermouth knew him as Kudo Shinichi?

Vermouth didn't expect Judy to notice this detail. It seems that she still underestimated the FBI's little wildcat. A murderous intent flashed in her eyes. Someone who knew her secret should not survive.

She put one hand on her chin, pretending to think, and said:

"Okay, then I'll tell you, that's because..."

Before she could finish her words, Vermouth quickly pulled out the pistol hidden in her pocket, but what she didn't expect was that Judy was even faster than her. She raised the muzzle of the gun and knocked the pistol out of her hand.

"Stand there!"

Vermouth didn't show any panic. She raised her hands with a smile, her tone teasing:

"This is a headache! You brought something so dangerous. Did you get permission from the Japanese police?"

"I think it won't be too late to apply for cooperation with the local police investigation after I arrest you." Judy clenched the silver-white revolver in her hand and said coldly, "Of course you have to accept the punishment."

"Oh, I see."

"But before that, there's a question I need to get the answer from you."

"Ah? What's going on?"

Judy frowned and looked at Vermouth. The determination in her eyes showed that she was not afraid of the criminals who killed her family. She gripped the revolver tightly in her hand and asked the question that had been hidden in her heart for a long time:

"Why on earth? Why never do you age? I first noticed something was wrong with you because of the catchphrase you said in front of my mother's coffin. As I investigated with joy, I found that the answer was indeed correct.

You killed my father and deliberately arranged his death to look like a suicide, but his glasses fell off so unnaturally that you grabbed his glasses and tried to rearrange them, but left fingerprints on the lenses.

But I really don't understand. If you are the suspect in the murder case 20 years ago, you are too young. At that time, I had doubts in my heart, so I compared your fingerprints with someone else's and discovered a fact that horrified me.

Because I discovered that you and your mother, Sharon Wynyard, are the same person, so please tell me why your appearance has not changed in the past 20 years. Is it related to that drug? ! "

Vermouth narrowed her eyes. She didn't expect that Judy knew so much and even saw through that she and Sharon Wynyard were the same person.

She even thought that the secret to her eternal youth was related to APTX4869.

There's no way this person can stay, and even... he can't be allowed to live.

This secret is not something that people like you can know.

Vermouth quietly bent the little finger of her left hand, and as soon as she did this, gunshots rang out.

The pain in her abdomen made Judy stagger and squat in front of the car. As expected, it was the same as Xiu's thought. Vermouth had already arranged a sniper here in advance. Fortunately, she was wearing a bulletproof vest, otherwise it would be troublesome.

Vermouth put her hands in her pockets, looked up at the dark shadow at the container, and said with a smile:

"Thank you, Calvados. Please don't kill her yet, because I have something to ask this woman."

"……Why?"

Judy felt that the fake blood bag had been shot through. In order not to arouse Vermouth's suspicion, she tried to pretend to be weak, but still took the revolver in her hand.

Vermouth smiled, pointed the revolver at Judy's forehead, and asked:

"Tell me, who else knows about this besides you?"

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb, it's just the effect of the drug."

“…It’s useless even if you kill me, Vermouth.”

Vermouth narrowed her eyes. It seemed that the annoying Mr. Silver Bullet also knew about it. It was really troublesome.

Her face darkened slightly, but when she thought of Shirley in the passenger seat, she became cheerful again and raised the corner of her mouth and said:

"You should put on a better expression, because you're going to see your Father in Heaven soon, right?"

Just as Vermouth was about to pull the trigger, a soccer ball suddenly flew from a distance and knocked the revolver out of her hand. She looked at Huiyuan Ai who got out of the car in surprise. No, why was it a soccer ball?

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