Chapter 146 Bourbon's Sea King Declaration...
Amuro Tooru arrived at a nearby open temporary parking area and immediately spotted his car, which he had parked there before, and the elegant figure leaning against it.
Vermouth's outfit today was understated yet stylish.
She wore a simple white top with a light purple coat over it, and dark wide-leg pants that accentuated her elegant and slender legs.
Her long, golden, wavy hair cascaded casually over her shoulders, obscuring most of her face along with a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses, but her unique charm and graceful figure still stood out in the crowd.
"Did I keep you waiting, Vermouth?" Amuro Tooru stopped a few steps away from her, his expression now a dangerous yet sweet bourbon.
Vermouth slowly raised her eyes, looking at him through her sunglasses, her red lips curving into an intrigued smile: "Waiting can be a pleasure sometimes, Bourbon." Her tone was drawn out, carrying a lazy, teasing quality, "Especially when you can enjoy such an interesting scene while waiting."
Amuro Tooru tilted his head slightly, revealing just the right amount of confusion: "Oh? What interesting scene?"
"Heh." Vermouth chuckled softly, her fingertips lightly brushing the brim of her hat. "Still playing dumb, Bourbon? The streets of Beika Town have recently seen a rather striking sight. Golden-haired knights and black-haired princes and princesses... truly a feast for the eyes."
Although the blond knight is a wicked knight disguised as a benevolent one, his face is impeccable nonetheless.
"I must say, Bourbon, your honey trap is truly amazing, it lives up to its name."
She paused deliberately, the curve of her red lips deepening, her tone almost overflowing with teasing: "Even those seemingly troublesome Nekono siblings appeared unable to withstand you. It makes me really curious, how did you manage to do it?"
To be honest, Vermouth never imagined that Bourbon would actually succeed when he made those outrageous remarks in the bar.
Amuro Tooru smiled and met Vermouth's gaze. His purplish-gray eyes held no pretense, but rather a deep affection.
He shook his head, his tone sounding unusually sincere, even with a hint of innocent grievance: "Vermouth, that's too hurtful to say. A honey trap? No, it's true love between us."
“True love?” Vermouth chuckled as if she had heard an extremely funny joke, her shoulders trembling slightly. “Bourbon, if your exes knew that you only now have true love, they would all cry.”
Perhaps the lingering vengeful spirits will resentfully enter Bourbon's dreams. No, if there truly are vengeful spirits, Bourbon would already be completely surrounded by them. Vermouth thought with amusement.
With great interest, she pressed on, "So, which one are you referring to as your true love? Your brother or your sister?"
Upon hearing this, Amuro Tooru's smile remained unchanged. He slightly raised his chin, and a smile that was almost arrogant appeared on his lips.
He raised his hand, casually brushing aside the wind-blown bangs on his forehead with his fingertips, the movement carrying an air of nonchalant elegance and certainty. He met Vermouth's gaze with composure, his tone light and even slightly boastful: "Of course, all of them."
As soon as he finished speaking, he even winked at Vermouth, his expression innocent yet self-righteous, as if to say, "What's wrong with that?"
Vermouth was silent for two seconds.
Even with her vast experience and composure as a Thousand-Faced Witch, she was somewhat taken aback by Bourbon's arrogant "Sea King Declaration."
Having long since given up on salvaging his reputation, Furuya Rei has now let loose and continues to perform.
Bourbon tilted his head slightly, as if savoring something, his purplish-grey eyes shimmering. "Ikumi's intelligence and perceptiveness, and Okitori's unique beauty, are both incredibly captivating. It's hard to choose between them, so why must one?"
He shrugged, with an expression that said, "Isn't this just common sense?" He added, "I'm sincere with each and every one of them."
As for Bourbon's true value? That's none of your business!
Vermouth stared at him for a few seconds, then let out a soft, more delighted chuckle, even raising her hand to clap lightly. “Bravo!” she exclaimed, her tone full of “As expected of Bourbon,” “As expected of you, Bourbon. Only you could say something like that without batting an eye.”
The cool guy hiding not far away should have already seen Bourbon's true face.
Be careful of Bourbon.
She shook her head, as if sighing, or perhaps warning: "Be careful not to play with fire and get burned. Those brother and sister don't look like easy to deal with."
Bourbon's attention should be focused on the Nekono siblings, not on the cool guy.
"Thank you for your concern." Amuro Tooru's smile remained unchanged, as if he accepted the kindness. "I know what I'm doing."
"Let's stop the small talk, Vermouth." The jokes ended, and Bourbon's voice calmed as he got down to business. "You contacted me urgently, surely not to observe my mission progress? Is there a new order from the organization?"
Before Vermouth could speak, Bourbon suddenly turned his head without warning, his purplish-grey eyes sharply sweeping towards a public green space behind him. His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of doubt appeared on his face at just the right moment: "Hmm? It looks like that over there..."
He made a move to leave.
Vermouth's heart skipped a beat; that was the location where Cool Guy was hiding!
No, we can't let Bourbon delve any deeper; we must divert his attention.
She reacted with lightning speed, using her handbag and body as cover to pull out her gun.
The dark muzzle of the gun was concealed and pointed at Bourbon.
"Don't rush off, Bourbon."
Bourbon paused. "...Vermouth? What do you mean by that?" His tone unconsciously carried a hint of danger and more doubt.
It seems they genuinely don't know what happened.
“Yesterday evening, Rum’s men stole an interesting list.”
Vermouth lowered her voice, which took on a cold tone, a stark contrast to her earlier teasing.
Bourbon raised an eyebrow: "And then?"
Her casual attempt to test the waters actually worked... Vermouth really cares about that boy.
“Your name is on the list.” Vermouth’s gaze was fixed on Bourbon’s eyes.
—The main purpose is to put pressure on him so that he ignores the anomaly he just discovered.
She turned slightly to the side, made a "please" gesture, pointed her fingertips toward the white Mazda parked beside her, and her tone regained its elegance and composure.
"I'm afraid you'll have to put aside your true loves and come with me for a while. Bourbon, get in the car."
They got into the car one after the other.
The white sports car glided smoothly out of the parking area, quickly merged into the traffic, and disappeared into the intricate streets in the distance.
After a long while, Conan Edogawa finally emerged from the bushes where he was hiding, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, the "thump-thump" of his heartbeat striking his eardrums.
They almost got caught.
Conan felt a lingering fear; cold, sticky sweat soaked his back, and even the warm breeze couldn't warm him for a moment.
While Bourbon's shameless remarks angered Conan somewhat, they didn't surprise him too much.
Perhaps Mr. Akai had introduced him to the behavior of the codenamed member Bourbon, giving him a heads-up.
Or perhaps there are other reasons, who knows?
The other party mentioned mission progress? Is getting close to Nekono-nii and Okumori-nee really Bourbon's mission?
Conan frowned, feeling that the shadow of the organization had never been so heavy.
And they mentioned a list...
What list did Rum's men steal?
Vermouth said Bourbon's name was on the list, and that she had taken Bourbon away...
For some reason, Conan suddenly had a bad feeling.
However, due to the lack of complete clues, he has not yet been able to sort things out.
Just then—
"Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep!"
The Junior Detective Club badge in his pocket suddenly began to vibrate rapidly, quite noticeably in the silence.
Conan was startled and almost threw the badge away. He steadied himself, took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress his other thoughts for the time being, and pressed the communication button.
A spirited, clear, and excited voice came from the badge, accompanied by some background noise, as if other children were chattering.
"Conan, you finally accepted! Come quick, we have a new request!"
A new request? Conan asked in confusion, "Ayumi? What's wrong? What happened?"
“We met an older sister!” Mitsuhiko’s voice broke in, speaking quickly. “She seems to have lost her memory. She doesn’t know who she is or where she lives. She was sitting alone on a park bench, looking very lost and pitiful.”
Genta's booming voice followed closely: "That's right, so the Junior Detective League has decided to accept the request and help this older sister regain her memories. Conan, you should come and help too, this is a big deal!"
An amnesiac older sister? A request?
Conan's detective instincts stirred slightly, but his mind was preoccupied with Bourbon and Vermouth's conversation, and his attention wasn't immediately on the case. Besides, based on his understanding of Ayumi and the others…
He couldn't help but give the badge a half-moon look and complain, "I mean... this request, you didn't beg that amnesiac sister to do it, did you?"
Ayumi: "..."
Mitsuhiko: "..."
Yuantai: "Uh..."
After a brief silence, Ayumi's voice became noticeably guilty and hesitant: "Um... because... because big sister really needs help. She's all alone, so pitiful. And... and we're the Junior Detective Club, who have successfully solved many cases..."
He's solved a lot of cases, hasn't he? Conan continues with his half-moon eye.
Mitsuhiko tried to salvage the situation with reasoning: "We've observed her. The older woman doesn't have any identification documents, her phone screen is broken, and although her clothes are a bit torn, they're very new. She doesn't seem like a homeless person, and she's injured. She must have encountered some kind of accident."
Genta was blunt and to the point: "Conan, are you coming or not? You're the brains of our Detective Boys, this is a formal request we've received!"
Regarding the list and the organization, the clues are too fragmented right now, and there's no use in rushing. It would be better for him to deal with the commission; that would allow him to calm down and sort out his chaotic thoughts.
Conan sighed heavily and said helplessly to the badge, "Okay, okay... send me the location, I'll be right there."
"Great!" the three children cheered.
"We're at Beika Central Park, on the bench near the fountain, Conan, come quick!" Ayumi said cheerfully, then hung up the phone.
Conan turned around and brushed past Nekono Ikuya, who had changed her appearance and had black hair and black eyes.
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