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Conan didn't care at all about what happened with Hattori Heiji. Although his plan to disguise himself as Haibara Ai went well, it was obvious that the opponent, Vermouth, was not easy to deal with. The opponent brought three snipers, and Officer Judy alone was unable to deal with them and was even shot.

Fortunately, the FBI agent Akai Shuichi arrived just in time. The three snipers shot each other one by one, which was a bit ridiculous. However, Bermode used the injured teacher Judy to successfully hold the opponent back, so at this time, I was in Bermode's car...

Conan was sitting in the passenger seat, his limbs still weak because he had just been injected with an anesthetic. Although the effect of the drug had worn off, he had no ability to resist Vermode.

But fortunately, I had a plan.

"The electrodes for the ECG screen, as well as the transmitter and recorder, you have prepared everything very well." Bermode looked at the detective's outfit with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. It was obvious that the other party was very well prepared.

"If you unplug it, the signals from my heart will stop immediately. Based on the text message you just sent to your boss, my partner can find the location. Although the telecommunications company has protected the privacy of its customers, I think the police can find the documents they want by just finding a document and asking someone to stamp it and make a note of it. If the other party is not using a mobile phone, it is easy to find the address."

"That is to say, as long as the voice you just made is recorded and the English letters and phone number you dialed are analyzed, the police will immediately know the name and address of your boss, even if I am killed."

"And even if the person you caught this time is the traitor Shirley who you tried so hard to catch in the past, we can definitely find the big boss behind you. I just changed the plan temporarily because I saw that Teacher Judy was in danger."

"What do you do now?"

"My other friend is waiting for your answer somewhere else."

"If you don't want this, take me to see your boss right away so we can have a good talk. Bermode, don't play hide-and-seek anymore!"

Conan turned his head to look at Vermouth, with a hint of anger in his voice, but he never expected that Vermouth on the other side suddenly chuckled and asked:

"I want to ask, who are the companions you are talking about?"

"The traitor Shirley, or your neighbor Dr. Agasa, or someone named Sora Natsukawa?"

Conan's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise when he heard this.

The one who helped outside was naturally Dr. Agasa, but he did set up a file to be sent to Natsukawa Sora as a backup plan if anything happened to him. After all, Sora was not only his friend, but also a very capable hacker Ikaros, not to mention that he might have a grudge against Grappa of the organization, so this information should be able to help Sora.

"Do you trust him?" Bermode saw the problem from the detective's eyes, "The man named Xiachuankong."

Conan did not reply. He did not want the organization to find out that Natsukawa Sora was Ikaros. He regretted his reaction. If Sora came into Bermode's sight, it would be troublesome. Suddenly, he heard Bermode say:

"I advise you not to do that."

Don't want what? Conan was a little confused, and then he realized that Vermouth was asking him not to trust Kong. This made Conan feel a little absurd, but he met Vermouth's aqua eyes.

"You received my invitation to the Halloween party, but you didn't go." The witch in the dark twisted her hair with her fingers and said slowly, "But he went."

What does that mean? Conan felt that his brain was stuck and he couldn't think deeply. However, Vermode in front of him changed the subject and said:

"I admit that I lost this time. From now on, I will give up on Shirley."

As the woman spoke, she suddenly pressed a button, and a large amount of white disgust instantly filled the entire vehicle. "This is just hypnotic gas." Bermode explained as he watched the detective in front of him gradually lose consciousness.

"Come on, you use this thing...you'll also..." pass out.

The detective ran out of energy before he could finish his words. He could only hear the woman in front of him slowly saying:

"Yeah, so I want to take a chance."

"If you woke up first, you would immediately call the police to arrest me, and then go to my boss with the police. If I woke up first, the consequences would be..."

The detective fell into a coma before she could hear clearly. When she woke up, Bermode had already left. Only Dr. Agasa was looking at her anxiously. He was obviously relieved to see that she woke up, and said thankfully:

"You really scared me this time, Shinichi."

"I'm sorry, Dr. Agasa..." The detective sighed, then suddenly thought of something and looked anxious, and immediately said, "Dr. Agasa, the cell phone, I need to make a call!"

Dr. Agasa immediately handed the phone to the detective, who quickly called me and asked:

"Hattori, what's going on over there?"

"It's been solved. It was indeed Vermode who forced him to kill." Hattori Heiji sat on the boat, looking at the rising sun, and sighed that this night was really thrilling.

"Well, what, you asked Brother Kong?"

"He was very shocked about the werewolf killing people. I guessed it, he is Ikaros, right?" Although Hattori Heiji did not get the other party's confirmation, he was sure that his guess was correct from his reaction. After all, only in this way could Natsukawa Sora know the murderer for the first time, and then ask the other party why he still killed people after receiving the letter.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, it was not surprising that Kong Ge would appear on that ship. He was Ikaros, always trying to stop crimes. He must have gone there in person to stop them. It shouldn't be difficult for him to get the qualification to go there with his means. Why did Vermouth suddenly say this? Was it to sow discord? After all, she couldn't know that Kong Ge was Ikaros.

"Also, are you sure he's weak? I almost got beaten by him before. His posture was very professional, and he even put up a fight."

"Fight?" Conan was stunned when he heard this and asked, "Are you talking about Kong?"

"Yes, he had a fight with a waiter. It seemed like they knew each other before, so maybe there was a conflict. I wanted to ask but he looked like he was in a bad mood." Hattori Heiji watched from afar as Natsukawa Sora sat alone on the deck, looking at the scenery but obviously distracted. Uncle Mori, Sonoko and his brother were watching him from behind. Apparently, no one dared to disturb Sora in this abnormal state.

"Waiter?" Conan asked in confusion, "What does he look like?"

"A blond, dark-skinned man." Hattori Heiji thought about the recognizable appearance and said, "He's quite good-looking. He was here just now..." Hattori Heiji looked around but didn't find the waiter. He could only say regretfully, "He may have left by now, but I asked Sonoko for his name. It's Toru Amuro."

Amuro Toru...

Conan was thinking about this unfamiliar name, but suddenly he recalled the time when he saw the man standing with Grappa at the door of the Western restaurant.

He also has blond hair and dark skin.

How is it possible... Conan shook his head. Although there are not many people with blond hair and dark skin in Japan, there is not likely to be only one person. It could be a coincidence.

Conan hung up the phone and got on Dr. Agasa's gun. He kept thinking about something on the way, and then suddenly made another call.

"Sister Xiaolan."

"What's wrong, Conan?"

"When you went to see Brother Kong before, did you see the invitation letter from Brother Kong?"

"I didn't look carefully, what's wrong?"

"Have you seen the contents of the letter?"

"I didn't see that. The letter and the invitation were not sent together," Xiaolan thought carefully, and suddenly she remembered something and said seriously, "And it's not good to peek at other people's letters, Conan."

"I... I'm just a little curious." Conan scratched his head awkwardly and continued to ask in a naive tone, but with a serious expression:

"Sister Xiaolan, have you seen the envelope?"

"Envelope?" Xiaolan asked doubtfully, "Did you see the envelope?"

"What does it look like?" Conan asked quickly.

"Of course it's the same as Dad's. There's a V printed on the wax seal. Isn't this the standard format for party invitations?"

"I think so," Conan said without further ado, and asked, "Did Brother Kong tell me how he got the invitation?"

"He said at the time that it was given to him by a senior," Xiaolan said, then looked at the time and asked:

"By the way, are you back with Professor Agasa now? You spent so much time in Kyoto watching the mystery show. Did you really sleep well last night?"

"I'll be back soon." Conan hung up the phone immediately with a guilty conscience, then lay on the bed with a serious expression.

"What's wrong, Shinichi?" Dr. Agasa asked worriedly.

"I checked the invitations to the party before. The letters received by others were just official statements. The envelopes were all in a unified format. Only the wax seal on the envelopes of Uncle Maori and me was the letter V, which is the initials of Bermode." After saying these words, Conan's rational voice trembled a little, and he continued:

"And Brother Kong, is also..."

"Wait, Shinichi, what do you mean?" Dr. Agasa naturally heard the conversation between Vermouth and Conan, but he didn't think much about it. Only now did he realize the problem.

"That is to say, Kong did receive an invitation from Vermouth and went to the Halloween party. The senior he mentioned was Vermouth." Conan lowered his head and said this. Dr. Agasa did not see his expression and could only quickly say:

"Sora may have been used by Belmode just like Detective Maori. Besides, Belmode is a big star. So, it is very possible that Sora was deceived."

"Well," Conan responded, "I don't think Kong has any ill intentions towards me."

But there must be something wrong with Kong Ge's identity, whether it's his attitude towards the organization or his weak body, mysterious past and... the wound on his wrist.

Thinking of this, Conan's eyes flashed with determination.

I'm sorry, Brother Kong, I will investigate it seriously, because I feel that if I don't check it, you may never tell me.