Chapter 76 Cointreau Variation

Having lost his target and encountered another dangerous person, Conan Edogawa returned to the banquet hall with a lot of doubts.

When he returned, the collector's "speech" was almost over. The three-dimensional image of the entire ship was projected on the screen behind him. The young collector tied his long black hair behind his head and smiled, "... A total of 136 pieces of jewelry in my collection will be exhibited on the Sakura cruise ship. Thank you for the support of Suzuki Zaibatsu..."

Suzuki Zaibatsu is really rich and generous.

Conan Edogawa complained in his heart. In order to focus everyone's attention on the center of the stage, the banquet hall turned off the main lights, but in order to ensure that the guests' normal activities were not restricted, the small lights used for decoration were still on, and the boy quickly found his companions in the crowd.

"Kid, why are you so slow to go to the toilet?" Amid Maori Kogoro's dissatisfaction, the little detective laughed a few times and slipped to Maori Ran's side.

"Conan missed the introduction of the Sakura Cruise." The girl's face was full of excitement. "We will spend five days and five nights on the sea, and we will depart on time at the turn of September and October. This is my first time sitting on a cruise ship that departs at night-" "

Super romantic-" Suzuki Sonoko echoed. Seeing that she was so excited that she didn't even care about the cup in her hand, Asuka Mizuki quickly reached out to take the juice she was about to spill, showing a helpless expression between the two girls with starry eyes.

"What's so good about it? The train has to leave at midnight. I'm so sleepy."

"Huh? It's so romantic, isn't it?!" The rich lady put her hands on her hips, looking unhappy. "How can an old man understand this kind of romance?"

They started again.

Fei Niao Wu moved out from the gap between the people. He was holding a glass of juice that the young lady had probably forgotten. He didn't know whether to put it aside, so he could only hold it with both hands. Looking at the forum again, he had already taken a screenshot of his helpless expression holding the cup with both hands as a background board and made it into an emoticon package.

He quickly gave all the cups to the waiter who passed by with an empty plate, and moved his eyes away from the middle-aged uncle and high school girl who were still quarreling among the elementary school students, and fell on the stage.

"...Next, I will draw a card from the box." Matsuo Kazushi lightly adjusted his glasses and reached into the box he had just raised. "Let's see which lucky person will have our... Livia Star."

Unfolding the black card folded in half, the man raised an eyebrow, "I like this number."

After saying that, he did not show it, but simply folded the card back to its original shape and threw it back into the box.

[128]

The comic on the forum directly gave a close-up of Matsuo Kazushi holding a card with 128 written on it. Asuka Kiri recalled that he was number '130', and '128' was very close to him. He remembered that Suzuki Sonoko took out a stack of tickets at that time. If they were consecutive numbers, it seemed that the lucky star this time would be the European Emperor Maori Ran.

The white-haired boy looked around the venue calmly and quickly made eye contact with the man in the far corner.

Over there, a variety of cold dishes were placed on the table covered with a white tablecloth. The boy seemed to be attracted by one of the dishes and simply walked over there while the three were still discussing the departure time.

"Hmm..." Captivated by the taste of French potato salad, Asuka Mizuki slightly widened her eyes and turned to the helpless boy and said, "Conan, do you want to eat something?"

"Come on--"

Edogawa Conan seemed to have grabbed a lifeline in an instant, and quickly left the Beika Town Kindergarten Beika Hotel Branch and ran to his most reliable companion at the moment. In order to listen to the speeches of the next few people, almost all the guests gathered, which made it much more difficult for him to get through the crowd.

Finally, he saw the long white table among all the dresses. He quickened his pace and was about to walk over when he bumped into someone who was walking hurriedly.

"Um, sorry..." The boy's forehead hurt, but he knew that he had bumped into the other person because he suddenly accelerated. He still held his forehead and apologized first.

"It's okay."

It was the young man's voice, a little low. After he finished speaking, the man just continued to walk forward. Edogawa Conan turned back and hurried two steps before he felt something was wrong. He quickly turned back to search for the man's back.

In fact, it was not difficult to find the other person in the crowd.

He was so special. His dark hair seemed to absorb all the light, without any spots of light and shadow falling on his hair. His fitted suit outlined his waist. The point was...his walking posture was different from that of ordinary people. It looked normal, but you could see the clues if you looked carefully. This walking posture made the polished leather shoes make no sound when they fell to the ground.

Hmm?

The boy was curious again and couldn't help but chase him two steps forward. He saw him put the champagne in his hand, which seemed to have never been drunk, on an empty tray. Under his white gloves, a piece of his wrist wrapped in gauze was exposed.

Being hit by these two factors, Conan Edogawa was alarmed. At this moment, the man turned his head to the side. His face was sharp and his lips seemed to be moistened by red wine. His aggressive and bright appearance was suppressed by the metal frame, leaving only a thin coldness like a blade.

The shape of the eyes was blocked by the frame. The little detective only felt that the small arc exposed was familiar, but he was not sure. Seeing that the man was about to turn around and leave, he hurriedly followed.

"... Conan, where are you going?"

"Xiao Wu brother?!" Suddenly someone pressed his shoulders from behind. Conan Edogawa shivered with fear, and then he said anxiously, "I'm going... going..."

"Are you going out to play again?"

What kind of image do I have in your mind? !

"I..."

The man had already walked out the door. He was so anxious that he could only lower his voice and said urgently, "That person looks like Asari-nii."

The hand of the white-haired boy on his shoulder froze instantly. The next second, Edogawa Conan was grabbed by the hand and hurried towards the door.

Damn it! In a moment of desperation, he actually told this matter directly to Asuka Kiri, but the guy was wearing gloves and was injured. Now he is completely listed as a dangerous person.

"I must have seen it wrong!" Edogawa Conan broke out in a cold sweat. He grabbed the other's sleeve with one hand and kicked his feet on the ground several times, but he was still dragged forward a few steps by the other, "I saw it wrong! Because the brother's hairstyle is very similar to Asari-nii, so he said that... Brother Kiri, let's go back! I'm so hungry——"

I also want to let go! But when he meets someone who looks a lot like Tsukiyama Asari, based on the relationship between Asuki and Tsukiyama Asari, how can he not chase after her?!

Why did you tell me directly that you saw someone who looked like Tsukiyama Asari? ! Where is your vigilance as a detective? In this situation, if you don't chase him, I don't know what kind of drama comparable to thunderstorms will be imagined by the forum.

The white-haired boy was thinking nonsense in his heart, with a paralyzed face that could not be seen in emotions, but his movements were more hurried than before. He seemed to react and quickly let go of the other party's hand, "Sorry, Conan, if you are hungry, go eat something first, I will come back to you later."

After saying that, he still turned around and walked towards the door without looking back.

How can I let you go alone? ! Seeing that he couldn't stop the other party at all, Conan Edogawa regretted it so much that his intestines turned green. He still took a few steps to catch up, thinking that he might be able to take care of it, "I... I'd better go with Xiao Wu brother first."

No, don't go with me!

The boy almost left two noodles in his heart. Vermode was still waiting on the other side. If Yu Gu Mia suddenly speeded up, it would definitely arouse her suspicion... But if he slowed down, it wouldn't work.

The corridor is so long, he will definitely see it.

Asuka Kiri only nodded and responded vaguely, as if he was completely absorbed by this matter. He usually did not hold the little boy's hand like Tsukiyama Asari. Now he only changed his walking posture and deliberately led the other party to his right. When he finally reached the door of the banquet hall, he stopped and leaned forward to look. Sure enough

, Yutani Miu's figure appeared at the end of the corridor.

"Brother Kiri..." Edogawa Conan subconsciously looked at the corridor on the right first, and when he turned around, he was blocked by the other party's body again. When he tried to look forward again, the corridor on the left was empty.

"No." Asuka Kiri bit his lip, seemed a little disappointed, "Go back."

Great, fortunately he didn't see it.

The two people, one big and one small, who seemed very disappointed, thought at the same time.

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Yu Gu Miao's destination was not the lounge or the restroom. He walked forward from the left corridor, pushed open the last door, and went up the spiral staircase. The people there were waiting for him, sipping the juice in their hands.

His eyes fell on the juice in the other person's hand, and a puzzled expression flew out directly through the lens.

"Apple juice, not bad, do you want to try it?" Vermouth changed her clothes to look completely different from her original temperament. The person in front of her had her hair tied up, and her slightly round face was adorned with light freckles. She was wearing a short dress that was full of girlishness. Then, she seemed to have just realized something, and a cold light flashed from her eyes that had changed shape. "Ah, I forgot that you can't swallow anything. Sorry, sorry."

Yu Gu Miao did not respond to the other party. His eyes fell below, passed through the conspicuous white head, and finally locked on the stage covered by the curtain. "Did you get the things?"

He was responded to by the crisp sound of a USB flash drive hitting the railing. The woman uttered sweet words with the innocent face of a girl, "Guess who I met on the street a few days ago? Here's a hint. He..."

"Guess what the chance is that if we shoot from this place, the bullet will go straight through the lady's temple." The man's eyes darkened when he heard this. He pointed his hand wrapped in a white glove at the crowded place, and casually pointed the muzzle of the gun at the long-haired girl who was laughing and joking with her friend.

"You?!"

"...And that little boy." He ignored the muzzle of the gun that was suddenly pointed at him, tilted his head, and a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes, "Depending on your reaction, I tend to kill her first...your angel."

Belmode, who pointed the gun at the man's forehead with one hand, suddenly fell silent. She looked at the other person and took off his glasses. The beautiful peach blossom eyes with upturned corners almost overlapped with the man who hurriedly walked out of the drugstore a few days ago.

"Equivalent exchange." Yu Gu Miao said.

Unexpectedly, this completely measured word would come out of Yu Gu Miao's mouth. Bermode suddenly realized that his impression of the other party was probably still stuck in three years ago. During the phone call, the person could remember his casual request for cake rolls and brought the stale food from Boston to Japan across thirteen hours.

If it was three years ago... or even earlier, what would Yu Gu Miao say after learning that she had discovered her only blood connection four years ago?

'Don't touch him.'

Maybe it would be like this, like a wolf guarding its food, without weight or transaction, just a simple warning, as if he foolishly trusted that he would listen to him, and as if he had absolute confidence in his own abilities.

A few years later, the originally cute words of protecting food turned into an "equivalent exchange" accumulated by weights and interests.

Probably the moment he walked out of the interrogation room, his dispensable kindness had long disappeared without a trace. She had clearly "heard" about the other party's transformation from Gin a few years ago, but she panicked when she faced it directly.

Vermouth is still Vermouth, this thought flashed through her mind, and she just took a sip of the apple juice in her hand and put the gun back into the holster tied to her thigh, "I won't touch him, and I won't tell. You too."

"Deal."

The apple juice is really sweet and a little greasy, the woman thought with a frown.

The already scarred heart flowed into the spleen and stomach with the mouthful of apple juice, and a small gap was broken again.

Off the field, the short and fat man who was about to speak suddenly fell down, pinching his own neck, and the scene instantly fell into chaos.