It's a waste of time and you get angry for no reason.
As expected, Yoruichi Toyama answered readily.
"The same number as Akemi."
"She told me everything she knew, but she said she was just a nobody and didn't even have one of your impressive code names."
Vermouth's eyes flickered.
"You know me?"
“Mingmei said she saw you when she was little, and then she only heard about you from others. You’re an intelligence master, a racing expert, a shooting expert… and your disguise skills are especially amazing…”
It's hard to say whether Yoruichi Toyama's words were meant as flattery, but since it was a generally accepted fact within the organization, Vermouth accepted it without question.
“But the version of me she saw was not like this,” she pointed out sharply.
"You probably didn't know when we met on Azure Island, did you?"
“But when I visit a coffee shop, you immediately become alert.”
Who tipped you off?
The witch lowered her eyelids slightly, revealing a dangerous aura in her half-exposed eyes.
Yoruichi Toyama met her gaze.
"Do you still remember 'Hell's Puppet Master' Takato Yoichi?"
"What?" Vermouth thought of the young man who had taken the poison without hesitation.
"He's not dead?"
He's probably the first person to fake his death and escape right under my nose.
However, Yoruichi Toyama shook her head.
"If he weren't dead, I probably wouldn't be so sure."
"It's not something the young lady of the Lanze Group could do to make someone who has been constantly pursued by the police yet still stubbornly survive choose to die."
“If it’s your organization, then it makes sense.”
"And within the organization, there are those who can impersonate Miss Lan Ze..."
Absinthe nodded.
He was satisfied with the information Bourbon had given him.
It seems that Yoruichi Toyama really has no connection with any kind of intelligence agency.
As a detective, he also seemed overly eccentric.
Only that flash of insight allowed him to stand out and secure a place in the increasingly competitive world of detectives.
So, it was all by chance that he discovered the bank employee "Hirota Masami" was a robber and went to Gin's appointment in her place.
Even a perfectionist like Gin has his off days, which Vermouth actually appreciates.
Just like when she asked Bourbon for information and heard that "Lin Minmei" looked remarkably like Miyano Akemi, that's how Bourbon answered her question.
"What does it matter to me whether the people Gin kills live or die?"
"Am I supposed to wipe his butt?"
Absinthe wholeheartedly agrees.
Moreover, looking at the entire organization, from Rum down, probably apart from Gin's fanatical follower Vodka, there is no one who wouldn't be happy to see Gin with something to hide.
Anyway, with hair that long, he can always wipe it clean himself.
Absinthe thought was malicious.
However, on the other hand, the maid from the Miyano family should still be useful.
Just as Absinthe was about to take out his phone, it rang urgently before he could.
"Hello... police?..."
Yoruichi Toyama heard this word with satisfaction.
In the ensuing conversation, Vermouth deliberately walked to a far corner of the warehouse and lowered her voice so that not a single word could be heard.
But just one word was enough to turn the tide.
After hanging up the phone, Absinthe walked back with a gloomy face and scrutinized him.
"You called the police?"
"you guess?"
Yoruichi Toyama smiled, and when he saw Absinthe raise its hand again, he instinctively shrank back and squinted, preparing to face another round of torture.
But Vermouth only showed him the small stun gun in her hand.
So, this is the thing that knocked itself unconscious in the taxi.
As Yoruichi Toyama was thinking, that thing was already pressing against her armpit.
The electric current struck him like a giant club, striking without warning and causing him to lose consciousness without uttering a sound.
When Yoruichi Toyama was woken up by the water again, she couldn't be as cheeky anymore.
Being struck unconscious twice in a short period of time would be a serious injury to anyone.
In some people, it can even lead to heart failure.
Yoruichi Toyama, whose martial prowess was once comparable to that of Kyoto, but could now only be used to resist severe torture, felt that her physical strength was waning beyond her expectations, and her body was rapidly weakening.
He could barely lift his head to meet the gaze of the absinthe.
Vermouth's fingers gently lifted his chin.
"You only have one last chance."
She still didn't ask anything, but Yoruichi Toyama knew what she wanted.
"You know about my relationship with the police, right..."
I don't know where the pain is coming from all over my body, and I'm also incredibly tired.
I wish I could just fall asleep right now.
Yoruichi Toyama forced a smile and forced herself to stay alert.
"If I want them to protect someone, I don't need to give a reason..."
Vermouth's gaze flickered before his eyes, seemingly both believing and disbelieving.
"I haven't told anyone about your organization..."
“If you tell them, they’ll take Akemi away…”
"If you don't believe me..."
His voice grew increasingly indistinct, and finally he slumped his head weakly and fell back into a deep sleep.
...
When Yoruichi Toyama woke up again, she found herself lying in bed with a mattress that was neither too soft nor too hard, and was very comfortable.
This place is no longer a dark, cold forest warehouse, but a rather cozy guest room.
Absinthe still looked like Lan Zexi, sitting on the single sofa by the bed, her long legs crossed, looking very relaxed.
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