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"Kudo Shinichi," when Hagiwara Kenji heard Xiaolan's name, he immediately recognized who the person was. After all, this name was well-known to everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department, thanks to the media.

"This is the first time I've seen this in all the time I've been here to search the class."

"Something happened before..." the detective said awkwardly. At this moment, he had no time to deal with Officer Hagiwara. After all, beside him, Xiaolan was silently moving her wrists with a serious look on her face.

"Xiao Lan, I..." Under the watching eyes of several police officers, the detective who had just grown up could no longer take care of the case. He was grabbed by his childhood sweetheart and taken away. It was obvious that he was going to be tortured.

"It looks like they have a very good relationship." Hagiwara Kenji exclaimed, and said to Matsuda Jinpei: "But I haven't seen this high school detective for a long time."

"Indeed," Matsuda Jinpei said, and glanced at the audience. Apart from the enthusiastic audience, the three people who were originally sitting there were gone, including the Natsukawa brothers and the young detective.

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"Dr. Xinchu, weren't you playing a knight on the stage? Why are you in the infirmary?" Noel stood at the door of the infirmary, looking at the man in a white coat inside, and asked in a puzzled tone.

"You still want to act after seeing it? Do you like playing house?" The man smiled and his voice returned to the soft and charming female voice, which made Noel a little uncomfortable.

"Teacher, this is too discordant. Just take off your disguise."

It's like hiring the wrong voice actor. The picture becomes less and less harmonious the more you watch it.

In response, Vermouth simply gave him a look that said, "Why are you in such trouble?" and asked directly without any intention of paying attention:

"What do you want to see me for?"

"You are the teacher, what do you want to say to me?" Noel said, waving his hands. "After all, the look in your eyes at that time made me want to hold you back and ask you something."

Belmode was silent for a moment and chuckled, "Indeed, I didn't expect that the role-playing game you mentioned would be so well prepared."

Noel's face was calm and he was also curious about how much Bermode knew now.

"And there's a younger brother. Where did you trick this kid from?"

"His parents died, and I happened to find them." Noel answered vaguely. As for why they died and how they were found, when he said it as Grappa, the person on the other side would always think of the appropriate steps for him.

"Then I suggest you give up this identity as soon as possible. You might as well complete more tasks with this time."

Sure enough, for those who know that Grappa has been brainwashed, it is quite strange to spend energy on a fake identity. After all, in their eyes, the brainwashed tool has no self-awareness at all, especially for Bermode.

Noel looked at the woman in front of him, thought about what he had investigated, and decided to give it a try.

"How can I give up this identity that I have prepared for so long?" The man said in a somewhat unhappy tone, "The orders given to me by the boss did not forbid this."

"But this doesn't sound like an idea a weapon would have, Grappa." Bermode came over gently, and looked at the student seriously with eyes hidden behind glasses and colored contact lenses, and his tone carried a complexity that he himself had not noticed.

The woman asked, "This identity does not help your mission, why do you do this?"

"I've said before, learn some common sense. Didn't you say you should learn more?"

"Learning common sense is just to prevent you from hiding better during the mission and to prevent other code members from discovering your situation, Grappa."

There was only a piece of paper between Bermode and Noel. She reached out and slowly stroked the other's chin, then along the forehead to the cheekbone, and then touched the temple. The man did not resist, but just tensed his body and remained silent.

"You've been in the organization's laboratory for so long, here..." She tapped the other person's forehead, and her fingers, pretending to be a man, felt cool through the layer of rubber.

"Do you know what they did to you, Grappa?" she asked softly, and then without waiting for Noel to answer, she said to herself:

"They've done a lot of things here to make you obey orders, to make you lose your emotions, to make you a weapon."

"And now, you are doing something... meaningless?" She couldn't help laughing a few times, then looked straight into Noel's eyes, those gray-green eyes, and asked:

"Grappa, what do you think?"

"These should have nothing to do with you, teacher." The man put away his indifferent expression and said coldly.

"This does look more like a weapon."

Bermode's tone was quite temperamental. She suddenly felt that she had never taken a serious look at this student, this student who had hidden a lot of things right under her nose.

"But I heard from them that you are a very good person. Can you pretend to be so perfect?"

"It's the teacher who taught me well."

"Since you have learned so well, why don't you become a master? Those people are useless now. How about killing them?"

Damn, who the hell are you kidding? Noel complained in his heart, but he also knew that what Bermode said basically confirmed that there was something wrong with his brainwashing. He even realized that he did care about Xia Chuankong's identity, and now he just wanted to confirm it.

Should I say that she is worthy of being the Thousand-Faced Witch who has such an accurate grasp of emotions, or should I say that I really care too much about Xiachuan Kong's identity. As long as I don't disguise myself seriously, I will be discovered immediately.

In that case, I'll let you see how much I care about your two angels. We're half master and half apprentice after all, so what's wrong with the angel-controlling tradition?

"They are just ordinary people who will not affect the mission. There is no need." Noel said while observing Bermode's emotions, but the fake skin on his face was too thick to see.

"Not necessary?" Hearing this, Bermode looked at the man's hand and asked, "Is it necessary to attack me? I feel like you want to kill me."

This meeting was a big surprise, or perhaps a shock, for Vermouth.

She was the person who knew the effect of brainwashing best. She had witnessed with her own eyes a couple whom she had once admired, who were organized and arrested for defecting. The man was brainwashed into killing the woman with his own hands, and is still working in the courtyard of the boss, serving tea and water. He clearly remembered that he had no emotions at all and had become a puppet that numbly obeyed orders.

However, Grapa, who was ordered by the boss not to attack the senior executives, actually wanted to kill himself?

If the act of disguising one's identity could be a result of a problem with the brainwashing technique, then the other party's undisguised murderous intent could only mean one thing.

Grappa is free from brainwashing.

This realization caused Bermode, who had no choice but to believe in the brainwashing technique, to feel shaken.

Noel did think about killing Belmode directly. Although he had the memory of Xia Tian, ​​he also knew that the Xia Tian in his memory had drawn a lot of pictures for Belmode, and it was obvious that he liked him very much.

However, he is not Summer.

If killing Vermouth could solve the problem of exposing his identity, he could kill without mercy. After all, as long as Vermouth reported Natsukawa Sora's identity to the BOSS, Noel felt that he would see Gin destroy the protagonist group and throw himself back to the laboratory the next day.

However, what he has to consider now is that if the current plot is no longer useful, without Vermouth, who helps Conan every day, even if the organization is overthrown, can the young detective still survive with his suicidal spirit? Will he really not be discovered while working on the organization and be silenced?

Although I can still let them off, I can't keep an eye on them all the time, not to mention...if I succeed in reincarnation one day, I'd be a little worried if no one in the winery lets them off and sells information.

As for the undercover Bourbon or something, he hasn't appeared in such a long time, who knows if he can be of use.

All in all, Vermode cannot be killed...

Without killing Belmode and without letting him inform the BOSS, Noel decided to gamble on his own investigation and on this witch. Does she really have no hatred for this organization and those human experiments?

"Grappa, what do you think now?"

Bermode asked again.

She thought about the information she had investigated about Sora Natsukawa. At this point in time, she could only find out some archival information. Except for a younger brother, everything else was completely in line with the habit of the organization's personnel to create identities. He had no parents, had an inheritance, had flexible working hours, etc. However, the overly detailed settings made her doubt that this identity had been there for a long time, as early as when Grappa's brain was still sick.

This is really surprising.

Perhaps it was because she saw that someone was able to resist the organization's brainwashing, her first thought was not to report to the organization immediately, but to help cover it up.

Just like myself many years ago, I concealed the secret of a couple who were in love and wanted to leave together, but in the end one of them was killed by his lover, and the other was brainwashed and killed his own lover, and his soul is still missing.

But this time something was different.

Vermouth found it a little funny that the organization was so confident that even they had to believe in the technology, but there was such a serious problem with the best weapon in their eyes.

For the first time, she looked seriously at this man who was considered her student. Looking at his gray eyes with a hint of green, which were full of cold murderous intent, she felt particularly happy.

"Don't worry, I won't tell the boss, Noel."

Noel's breathing was stagnant at the sudden change of address, and he looked at Vermode in silence.

"I can keep your secret and give you some small help."

"Let me see, what do you want to do?"

The woman turned and walked away, seemingly not worried at all about the other party's lingering murderous intent.

Noel watched them leave with a complicated expression. He did not expect that Bermode would be so cooperative. Was it because of that disgusting brainwashing experience? It seemed that the couple held a high position in her heart.

That's right, if Vermouth was really an absolutely cold-hearted person, he wouldn't care so much about Conan and Ran.

What is more important now is...

"Who is there? Come out."