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It's snowing...

How many times has it snowed in Tokyo? How many winters has this year been?

Noel stood by the window and looked at the snow. He could not feel any beauty at all. He could only sigh at the passing of time to express his feelings. After all, it was not something that most people could understand to feel the changing of the four seasons more than a dozen times in less than a month.

“I am here.”

Looking down from the window, a black Porsche 356A was parked on the side of the road without any cover. This rare and old car, which is so recognizable that it can be used for exhibitions, is really low-key...

Noel sighed silently, thinking that he had bought the most low-key and most common Toyota in order to avoid being exposed, to ensure that no one would care even if they found out that Grappa and Sora Natsukawa were driving the same car, and he couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved.

Who doesn't want to drive a unique and cool car?

Although if I really drive this kind of car, I can't afford it with my own car consumption rate... Noel, who has some self-awareness, thought so, but still decided to continue to be jealous of Gin, and thought very sourly that this antique car of more than 50 years old can't run fast and is completely unbearable, and it costs a lot of money to maintain it. Wouldn't it be better to use this money to eat something else...

No wonder Shirley recognized him at a glance and put a tracker on him.

Noel checked the time and confirmed that the duo had finished school. He concentrated on observing the plot of the original novel. Soon, the two little ones were standing next to Gin's car. Just like in the original novel, Conan quickly knocked on Gin's car, climbed in and installed a wiretap tracker.

How come you are so skilled...

Noel watched this scene with mixed feelings. He didn't expect that after he had read part of the plot, this scene still didn't change. Shirley, you didn't even stop, and Conan, you picked the lock so decisively and quickly. Is it really good to be a detective or a protagonist? Speaking of which, Gin's car turned out to be so easy to pick, so I might as well try to get in and plant a bomb someday...

Thinking of this, Noel went over half of Conan's lock-picking technique in his mind again. It was easy to learn, and he was eager to try it. Since he couldn't get it, he might as well destroy it.

Then, Gin dashed through the red light and displayed his domineering aura, making passers-by afraid to approach...

So childish, I really want to record it and laugh at Gin!

Noel's green eyes widened as he stared at the scene intently, trying to remember it firmly in his mind. After all, even if Gin could be eavesdropped on, it would be impossible for him to not be able to detect that he was being recorded. But it was worth it to see this scene. He wondered if he would go to the traffic video later to see if it was captured.

As Gin's car drove away, the two creatures hiding in the back were not discovered at all, so Noel had to leave with regret. This time he came to see it specifically to confirm whether it was still the same as the original. At present, it seems to be basically the same, which is a bit regrettable.

He hurried back to the car, ready to go to the next set.

———

"There's a phone call." Conan, who was eavesdropping and tracking, suddenly heard a cell phone ringing on the other end and pricked up his ears sharply.

"Yes, it's me." Gin's voice came from the device, and Conan listened attentively.

"How are things going over there?"

"What? The people haven't arrived yet."

"Why worry about that?"

"The target will appear at the Beido Hotel at 6:00 p.m."

"He doesn't know that today is your memorial service for him."

"The important thing is to silence him before the police touch him. If there is anything you want to use the drug, it doesn't matter."

"Don't screw it up, Pisco."

"Pisco?" Conan couldn't help but repeat.

"I've heard of this code name before, but I've never seen him." Huibara Ai added lightly.

A phone call with all the information including time, place, people and reasons. Conan was thinking about it when he heard the other party continue to ask: "Grappa, why is he here?"

His voice was obviously filled with impatience, but he calmed down and said:

"Don't worry about him, just follow the plan."

Then the eavesdropping device was discovered to be damaged. A piercing noise came from the device, and then everything fell silent. However, the information obtained was enough.

"Habara, what do you know about the code name Grappa that he mentioned later?"

"......"

Huiyuan Ai was silent for a long time, and finally said slowly: "He is a killer of the organization, very mysterious."

After some mental struggle, Huibara did not reveal the organization's rumored image of Grappa, thinking it would be better not to let the detective know for the time being. After all, although she promised to keep it a secret for Noel, there was no need for the detective to be overly wary of Grappa. Anyway, looking at Noel's expression, it was impossible for him to attack the detective.

"According to Gin, he should not be involved in the action. The key is this Pisco." There was not much information so Conan temporarily gave up studying this person and focused on Pisco who was about to kill people.

"Compared to this, the chewing gum you just used to install the tracking transmitter on their car fell into their hands. If they took it for testing..."

"Don't worry, Huihara. I've already destroyed my teeth. The best they can do is to find out your blood type from your saliva."

"I have wiped off all the fingerprints on the car."

Haibara Ai felt speechless for a moment, and her heart was strangely in sync with Norda's. Why are you so skilled as a detective!

———

Noel got in his car, changed his gear skillfully and arrived at his destination, which was naturally the venue where the next story took place, the Beido Hotel.

At a celebrity's memorial service, it's possible to meet all kinds of people, and it's actually much easier to sneak in.

"Sir, you are here to participate..."

"Yes, just give me the handkerchief." Noel signed his newly created identity name, took the blue handkerchief and walked in.

"Don't be so rude to ladies," a melodious female voice came from behind. The elegant woman in a black suit had her silver hair tied low behind her head. Unlike Zhang Yang's previous bright and gorgeous look, the hair gently let down in front of her forehead had a bit of softness. The simple pearl earrings and soft makeup made her particularly elegant.

"I just want to see you soon, teacher." Noel turned around and said, the person who came was naturally his teacher, Bermode. This was also the first time the other party appeared in the original book, as the American superstar Chris Wynyard.

"The new look is not bad." Vermouth looked at the student whom he hadn't seen for a while, but there was a layer of disguise between them.

Although her black slightly curly hair is still simply tied at the end, the front hair is combed up to reveal her forehead. In addition, her facial features are retouched to be more mature and European, and her dark gray contact lenses completely cover the green, making her look mature and dangerous. The pure black suit also outlines the figure that was previously hidden under the black coat. The whole person is in black, white and gray tones, which fits the image of a cold-blooded killer in movies and TV dramas.

However, it was very different from the image of Grappa in the organization. After all, she heard that other members of the organization had already fixed the image of Grappa behind the mask as a madman who took revenge on society after his face was disfigured by a fire.

"As long as you like it, teacher." Noel chuckled, immediately dispelling his originally cold and dangerous temperament, like bitter chocolate wrapped around a slightly tipsy heart, which makes people careless because of the disappearance of the outer layer, but ignores the dangers of alcohol.

"You're getting better and better at pretending." Bermode rolled her eyes silently in her heart. The other party looked like a veteran in the love field, but she didn't think that as a weapon of the organization, the other party would really have such thoughts.

"Tell me, why did you come to me?" After making sure that no one was eavesdropping, Bermode said bluntly. Strangely enough, Bermode, who was mysterious in front of other members, was very direct in front of Noel. Was it because of the experiment? Noel had speculated so.

"I just wanted to invite you to dinner. After all, you haven't been to Japan for a long time, and I missed you very much."

I don't believe you.

Sometimes, Vermouth feels a little bit difficult with this student she brought up. His special experience makes her feel disgusted but also a little sympathetic. However, she knows that she cannot have the slightest optimism for a guy who has been stripped of his humanity.

"Chris, this is..." A director suddenly came over, looking at Noel with obvious surprise in his eyes, and couldn't help but ask Belmode, whom he knew.

"Director Lawson, I want to talk to you about the previous script." Bermode skillfully changed the subject and nodded to Noel to signal him to leave.

A memorial service for a celebrity is always a suitable social occasion. There are not many people who come to mourn the deceased, but there are a lot of people who come to build connections and discuss cooperation. There are also many actors who want to get to know directors and investors. Apparently, Noel was also considered one of them.

Turning around and finding a suitable secluded corner, Noel was a little bored before the plot began, so he looked at the desserts on the table and couldn't help but picked up a plate and started eating. After all, he didn't know anyone present. In a hotel of this level, even if the food was just a background decoration, the taste would not be too bad. Noel chose to practice the good virtue of saving food and indulged his mouth. Fortunately, his movements were quick and light enough, so that people who were busy socializing didn't notice that there was a handsome guy eating in the corner without caring about his image.

“Squeak—”

The door of the hall was quietly opened, and the two children walked in cautiously, looking around.

Like a cat, Noel ate one macaron at a time while looking around. His position was hidden enough not to be discovered. It was as if he was sitting in the best viewing seat, and there were desserts and drinks.

Seeing Conan putting glasses on Shirley to comfort her, Noel screamed in her heart!

Ahhh, the Conan and Aina scene, so sweet! Let me give you a little kudos! No, I’m a Shinran party member!!! Just for one second!

However, just as Noel was struggling with the criticism and guilt for betraying the organization (Shinran) and was willing to take a slight hit, he suddenly met a pair of eyes.

Haibara Ai's emerald eyes met Grappa's gray pupils.

Norton's limbs were stiff and he stood there in a daze.

How did she recognize it!!!