Chapter 3463 3475 [Vermouth vs. Bourbon] Ask for monthly ticket ヽ(〃〃)~
"Don't ask too much. This is a gentleman's secret." Vermouth's words, which she had just used to dissuade Bourbon, had backfired like a boomerang. The young official on the other end of the line had even used the same tone as before, "Just stay the same and wait patiently."
After saying that, Jiang Xia hung up the phone with a beep.
Vermouth stared at the darkened phone screen: "...%￥&*"
Cursing inwardly, she was about to turn on the news again. But at this moment, a voice came from the side. Amuro Toru frowned and asked, "Who are you talking to on the phone?"
Vermouth glanced at him, and the words "A secret makes a woman woman" came to her lips, but she swallowed them back before she could speak.
——Who knows after she said this, someone might suddenly appear and trick her, and then smile mysteriously and say to her "A secret makes a man man" when she questions him?
...She didn't want to taste the taste of a boomerang again for a while.
"Speaking of which, that kid is really arbitrary. Could it be that he is the only Riddler allowed to be around him, and all other mysterious activities in his territory will be ruthlessly exposed?
"in addition……"
Vermouth secretly looked around and felt a little nervous: How did Uzo know what she had just said to Bourbon?
Could the mastermind behind the scenes be hiding nearby? But according to her intelligence, Wuzo should have already boarded the Halloween cruise ship.
"That... is it a wiretap?" Vermouth lowered her head, looking at Conan's phone in her hand. Suddenly, she felt it was a little hot. After a moment of silence, she silently put the phone back into Conan's pocket.
Beside him, Amuro Toru looked at this colleague who was behaving strangely, and became a little impatient: "What on earth are you going to do?"
Vermouth sighed: "Wait a minute, there is a gift on the way."
——She doesn’t tell riddles herself, but just copies Uzo’s riddles. That should be okay, right?
Under Toru Amuro's wary and puzzled gaze, Vermouth leaned wearily against the second-hand car next to her. Looking back on her efforts over the past few days, even the past few months, she felt that everything seemed like a joke.
"I deliberately stole the information from the Metropolitan Police Department and put it back in a high-profile manner, just to let those stupid FBI get wind of it and think that my target was the Mori Detective Agency.
"If that happens, they'll definitely send people to monitor the office. So, as long as I stake out a little further out, I can easily figure out the number of people involved and where they're stationed."
This wasn't Vermouth's first time dealing with this FBI group; they'd already clashed several times in New York. As she'd anticipated, the plan had yielded results... but the results were far greater than Vermouth had anticipated:
The FBI, which was originally a united and difficult to infiltrate group, became very scattered for some reason after arriving in Tokyo, and their contact with each other gradually decreased. Judy even moved alone to a place far away from the base.
Things have come to this point, if she doesn't take action, even Vermouth will feel it's a waste, so she...
As she was reviewing her own struggle history, Vermouth's heart suddenly skipped a beat when she thought of this.
"Wait, so, me pretending to be Judy...was it really just a flash of inspiration on my part?"
Her heartbeat gradually intensified, and she belatedly realized something: "Why did this FBI group disperse their operations?"
In her impression, these FBI have made too many mistakes, so when she sees them making some stupid decisions, Vermouth has a feeling that "it should be like this" and "it's commonplace."
...But now think about it, what if this mistake did not come from within the FBI, but someone was secretly pushing it?
In an instant, a familiar face and the person's quietly extended hand appeared in her mind.
"I thought I had laid the groundwork long enough from planning to action, but how long ago did Uzo start taking action?"
She thought she had carefully laid the stage, but now when she looked down carefully, she realized that it seemed that from the beginning to the end, she had been acting according to other people's expectations.
As she thought about it, Vermouth realized something else. She turned her head and looked at Bourbon next to her.
Toru Amuro: "?"
Vermouth frowned and looked at him. After a moment, she suddenly said, "When you were playing 'Dr. Arata', did you encounter..."
After a brief pause, she almost swallowed back the words "Jiang Xia" and asked, "Did you encounter a murder?"
"Yes, I did. On the train." Amuro Toru looked at Vermouth. "Why, isn't it normal to encounter a murder case? Tokyo has such a large population, so when has there never been a shortage of cases... But looking at your expression, could it be that the person who called you just now was Uzo?"
Vermouth: “?!”
Amuro Toru's lips curled slightly: "It seems that I guessed right."
Under normal circumstances, he might not have guessed it. But Vermouth was unusual tonight, and this woman even mentioned murder—a word combined with a cadre like Vermouth undoubtedly made Amuro Toru immediately think of a hateful person hiding in the shadows.
"When you say 'wait,' do you mean wait for Uzo to come?" Amuro Toru flexed his fingers, his joints crackling. He recalled his past experiences and sneered, "I've long felt that he and I should formally meet."
Vermouth was in a complicated mood: "..." The action was quite handsome, but unfortunately the matching lines were just funny - stupid guy, when Jiang Xia took the initiative to get in your car, you ran faster than anyone else, and now you are pretending that you are not afraid of Uzo?
However, looking at Bourbon who had been kept in the dark until now, Vermouth's bad mood suddenly improved a little strangely: with the comparison, tonight's unfortunate experience did not seem so unacceptable.
"Now that things have come to this, I should review them carefully and pray that I don't fall into the same trap next time." Vermouth thought rapidly in her mind, "The murder that happened at the station... could it be the case of the fan who was killed?"
Recently, she was planning to steal Shirley from Uzo, so she would naturally pay close attention to Jiang Xia's case. With just one keyword, Vermouth thought of the relevant information and the time when the murder occurred.
"That time... seems to be when I made an appointment with Bourbon, but he stood us up for no reason!" Vermouth suddenly had an idea.
"I was just about to wash my face, change into my disguise, and go out, but as soon as I turned on the tap, Bourbon said he wanted to change the meeting time to the evening... I thought he was delayed by something else, but it turned out to be because this guy met Jiang Xia? Such an important thing, and he didn't tell me!"
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Thanks to the big guys for the [monthly ticket] (σ≧▽≦)σ.
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