Outside the theater where the Broadway musical "Golden Apple" is about to be performed, Yinsen Hondou, wearing a black windbreaker, is sitting in a street coffee shop. He is holding a newspaper and reading it. After hearing the content in the headset, he can't help but show a surprised expression.
Plans change, unexpected people show up?
With a serious expression, he picked up the already cooled latte in front of him and asked in a low voice:
"Claire, what happened?"
"I didn't expect Kudo Yukiko's son to come to New York. He's very smart and perceptive. Continuing with the original plan would definitely cause a big stir. I also don't want to involve innocent people, so let's cancel the original plan."
Hearing that it was only the son of the target person who came, Yinsen Bentang breathed a sigh of relief. He took a sip of his latte and immediately walked out of the store with the newspaper. He arrived at the open-air parking lot near the theater and asked after getting into the car:
"Then do I still need to wait outside the theater?"
"Go back to the bar and wait. The target person definitely won't be alone during this period. We can only wait until next time."
"Okay, then treat your trip to New York as a vacation."
Fujiwara Yuu was still a little sensitive when he heard the word "vacation". After all, his previous vacations hadn't been so good. He raised the corner of his mouth and thought of the ticket he had already bought. He said in a light tone:
"Well, it just so happens that I've never seen a Broadway musical, and I don't intend to waste the ticket money."
After hanging up the phone, Fujiwara Yu reached out to remove the headset, his gaze fixed on a silver-gray Jaguar seven or eight cars away. He wondered if he should disguise himself. If he pretended to be "Takagi Sosuke" and met him by chance, would that arouse unnecessary suspicion from Kudo Shinichi?
Just when he was thinking about what identity to use to approach, the silver-gray Jaguar, which was maintaining a normal speed, suddenly accelerated, and the speed exceeded the maximum speed limit... What was going on?
Why would a public figure like Kudo Yukiko choose to speed? Did her following arouse their suspicion? No, that couldn't be possible. She had always maintained a very safe distance.
After hesitating for a moment, Fujiwara Yu also chose to speed up, but he kept the speed as low as possible below the maximum speed limit. Anyway, he knew his destination, so it didn't matter if he arrived a little late.
We sped all the way to the theater, and when the car stopped steadily on the side of the road, we saw a police car behind the Jaguar parked at the theater entrance.
Fujiwara Yu calmly took out a cigarette box from his pocket, shook out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. After lighting the cigarette, he pulled out the car keys, adjusted the seat in a comfortable posture, and looked in the direction of Kudo Yukiko.
He now had an expression of someone who was happy to watch the fun, but when he saw the bald detective suddenly reach out and grab his chin, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes. What kind of action was this?
Just when Fujiwara Yu was puzzled, the bald detective suddenly tore off his face, revealing a face that was extremely familiar to him.
Sharon Wynyard?!
Why did she, no, now is not the time to think about why she appeared here, how did she manage to disguise herself as a man whose body shape, age, gender and appearance did not match her own?
Fujiwara Yu had no idea that Sharon Wynyard had such superb disguise skills. He averted his gaze and leaned back in his seat. He now had a bolder guess.
Sharon Wynyard, Chrissie Wynyard, Vermouth.
Assuming that these three people are the same person, it can explain why the woman on the phone who is suspected to be Vermouth knows Taku Itakura, and all previous doubts can be explained.
“…This is really an unexpected surprise.”
Fujiwara Yu licked his dry lips, stubbed out his cigarette, opened the car door, and watched the four people enter the theater, chatting happily. He looked down at the ticket stub with the words "Golden Apple" printed on it. It seemed that he really had no chance to enjoy his vacation, nor did he have the chance to watch a musical properly.
He didn't rush into the theater, but instead went to a nearby store to buy a warm latte and even asked for a sugar cube, feeling quite cheerful. He got in his car and patiently waited for the musical to begin, but in less than thirty minutes, Sharon Wynyard appeared from the theater's main entrance.
"Um?"
Fujiwara Yu felt a little strange. He raised his wrist to check the time and found that there were less than ten minutes left before the musical started. Sharon Wynyard was running out of the theater now. Didn't she plan to watch the musical?
He put on sunglasses and hid his conspicuous purple hair in a small hat, deliberately disguising himself as a lame man, and limped towards Sharon Wynyard who was standing on the street putting on makeup.
Sharon Wynyard could naturally see the man in sunglasses walking towards her through the mirror. She calmly put on her lipstick and turned around, her eyes falling on the man's right foot. She asked in fluent American English:
"Excuse me, sir, what can I do for you?"
"Are you Sharon Wynyard? I'm your fan. I didn't expect to meet you in a place like this. Can you give me an autograph, please?" Fujiwara Yu deliberately changed his accent and made his English sound plastic in order to conceal his true identity.
"Of course." Sharon Wynyard took the pen and paper offered to her, signed her name elegantly, and handed it back to the man in sunglasses. She looked up at the gloomy sky, as if giving a friendly reminder: "It's going to rain soon. If you don't have an umbrella, find shelter quickly."
"Thank you, Miss Sharon. I will always support you!"
The moment he turned his back, the smile on his face disappeared.
Fujiwara Yu limped across the street until the gaze fixed on him disappeared, then he resumed walking normally and turned to head towards the open-air parking lot.
The signature could naturally become a medium for the power of wind. As Sharon was a member of the organization, he had to be careful with her. So he carefully controlled the distance of the tracking to ensure that she would not be noticed.
I heard the faint sound of bottles and jars colliding, and after a while I heard a sound that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar - it was a pistol.
This is the sound of bullets being loaded into the magazine. Sure enough... Sharon Wynyard is not simple.
What was she going to do with the gun?
The sound of a news broadcast came from the car stereo. The host was talking about the recent serial murders in New York. The killer specifically killed young and beautiful girls, and the murderer was a Japanese man with long hair.
Serial killing case?
Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but frown. He had just witnessed Sharon Wynyard's superb disguise skills. She could easily disguise herself as someone else. Could she also disguise herself as a Japanese man with long hair?
The sound of bottles and jars, is she trying to disguise herself?
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, it seemed that the harvest tonight would be quite great.
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