Chapter 138: The final boss of the Maori Detective Agency is not at all...
Haibara pushed open the door of the Mouri Detective Agency.
Smoke. Musty. Snoring.
The three smells mixed together and hit me in the face.
When Haibara walked in, the scent of Vermouth's perfume that had been on her nose completely dissipated.
Conan sat on the sofa, holding a thick book.
He didn't read the book.
He was waiting for her.
"I'm back." Conan said without even looking up.
"Um."
Huiyuan walked up to him.
A room card was slapped on his book with a click.
Conan's eyes moved away from the pages of the book and focused on the plastic card.
Five-star hotel in Kyoto.
He recognized the sign.
"She's looking for you." Conan closed the book and said in a deep voice.
"She set a trap, and I have to go." Huibara explained briefly.
She filtered out all the ambiguity and only talked about the key points.
Conan's face darkened. He had already vaguely guessed what Haibara had omitted.
"A riot, just to see you?"
"She calls it 'romance'," Huibara added.
The corner of Conan's mouth twitched. Is this the romance of a high-ranking member of the Black Organization?
He decided to skip the subject.
"This room card..."
"Gin."
Huibara spat out the name, knowing how sensitive Conan was to the man who had knocked him unconscious with a stick and drugged him.
"He's going to Kyoto next week on a big mission. This is the hotel he's staying at."
"Kyoto?" Conan stood up.
He began to pace back and forth in the small office.
"Gin went to Kyoto in person, and his target is us?"
"Maybe." Huiyuan folded her arms and leaned against the bookshelf. "But this is an opportunity. A chance to actively see their cards."
"I agree." Conan stopped.
In his eyes was the light of a detective who has grasped a clue.
"We have to go to Kyoto. But we can't just go straight to the hotel."
The two looked at each other.
A name appeared in their minds at the same time.
"We need to find Hattori," Conan said first. "He's a local figure in Kyoto. It'll be more stable if he's there to back us up."
"Not enough." Huibara shook her head. "Gin's mission is very high-level. If it involves Kyoto's upper class, we need a pass."
Conan understood.
In Kyoto, besides the top police officers, there is another person who can speak to those ancient families.
"Ooka Momiji." Conan said the name.
The future queen, the eldest daughter of the prestigious "Ooka family" in Kyoto.
Her face is more useful in Kyoto than greeting high-ranking officials in Tokyo.
After all, there was a prime minister in the family.
Moreover, Kyoto is the capital, and officials in Kyoto often regard Tokyo as Edo country folk.
"Let Hattori contact her." Huibara analyzed, "Using the name of 'future husband', the young lady will be happy to help."
"Hey, hey." Conan glanced at her, "But this is indeed the best way."
He picked up the room card and squinted.
Vermouth started it off.
Now, it's time to change the protagonist.
"I'll contact Hattori immediately." Conan took out his cell phone.
Huiyuan looked at him.
The emotional fluctuations caused by Vermouth were dispelled by the plan at hand.
Conan suddenly looked up.
"Have you found the person who secretly filmed me?"
"Vermouth said no." Huibara replied, "I suspect it was her. She directed and acted it out herself. After all, she is a drama queen."
"Why?"
"intuition."
Conan was silent.
"You've been too close to her lately."
"I know what I'm doing." Huiyuan said calmly, "Besides, she's the only one who will give me information."
"What's the price?" Conan looked at her with burning eyes. "She never does charity."
cost……
"I'll be careful." That's all Huiyuan said.
Conan wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.
"It's settled. See you at Tokyo Station tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock."
"good."
Huibara turned around, opened the door and walked out.
She knew it was dangerous.
Every contact with Vermouth is like dancing on the edge of a cliff, and if you are not careful, you will be crushed to pieces.
But she couldn't stop.
Just like a moth, even though it knows there is a flame ahead, it will still fly towards it.
The phone suddenly vibrated, it was a text message.
"The night cherry blossoms in Kyoto are beautiful and worth seeing. Vermouth"
Huiyuan stared at the screen for a long time without replying.
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
I put my phone back in my pocket and continued walking towards the doctor's house.
the next day.
On the Shinkansen.
The world outside the window was a blur, the electric poles cast afterimages, and the houses melted into blocks of color.
Ai Haibara supported her chin, but there was no scenery outside the window in her pupils.
Her mind was playing a face on repeat. A face so beautiful it was unbelievably beautiful, smiling at her.
Vermouth.
That woman is a mental virus. Once infected, she will illegally proliferate in your mind until she takes over.
The information she gave was a ticking time bomb. Even though I knew it would explode, I couldn't help but untie the damn bow.
"Don't you think that's romantic?"
Vermouth's voice echoed in my ears.
Ha, romantic.
This woman's romance is probably composed of adrenaline mixed with the special chemical substances of cyan almond-flavored rice krispies.
It was a cheek-to-cheek dance under gunpoint. Knowing there was a nuclear waste disposal plant ahead, they insisted on dressing up.
Perhaps it is a kind of morbid aesthetic that belongs only to the two of them.
Miyano Shiho understood. That scientist, buried in flasks and data, completely understood this obsession with extreme states.
Vermouth isn't committing a crime; she's engaging in performance art, a grand social experiment on human nature.
And I, Miyano Shiho, am her most core experimental sample, the little white mouse Benshu.
"Hey, Huibara."
Edogawa Conan's voice pulled her out of the deep sea of her thoughts. He lowered his body, and the expression on his face was that of Kudo Shinichi.
"Still thinking about Vermouth?"
"What else?" Huibara said, her eyes fixed. "Should I pair the tamagoyaki with sweet or salty soy sauce?"
Conan's mouth twitched.
"I'm saying, don't believe her. Not a single punctuation mark that woman says is true. The intelligence is definitely flawed."
"Oh?" Huibara finally turned around, the corner of her mouth curled up. "Then why did you take the initiative to jump on this sightseeing train bound for a trap, Detective?"
"Because..." Conan's glasses reflected, "Even if it's a trap, we have to find the bomb first. Gin is in Kyoto, and this information itself is the biggest bait. No matter what Vermouth does, as long as we kill Gin, we can dismantle her crystal explosive."
Perfect logic. Truly the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era.
But Haibara knew that there was probably no Gin on Vermouth's chessboard at all.
Or perhaps, Gin was just a smokescreen, and the real checkmate had already landed somewhere she couldn't see.
She looked at Conan's fighting spirit, sighed, and suddenly wanted to laugh.
He thought he was playing chess with Vermouth.
However, he was simply the hand that Vermouth used to move her "queen".
"That's better," she whispered, turning her head to look back out the window.
The train rushed into the tunnel. The world went dark.
The car lights came on, and the window glass turned into a mirror. In the mirror was a girl with short brown hair and a cold expression.
Deep in the reflection, a pair of blue eyes were looking at him with a smile, their eyes full of evil amusement.
The scenery rewinds frame by frame outside the window.
Huibara has been reading the science magazine in her hand for five minutes without turning a page.
Her gaze crossed the page and fell on the opposite side. The miniature detective was concentrating on studying the map of Kyoto, circling and dotting with a red pen.
"What are you looking at so intently?" she asked.
"A map of the Ooka family's properties." Conan said without looking up. "If it involves Ooka Momiji, it's always a good idea to first find out where her family is."
"Maybe it's just an elementary school prank."
"I hope so." Conan pushed his glasses up. "My sixth sense tells me that this isn't a free point question, it's a life-threatening one."
Huiyuan didn't say anything. Of course, this wasn't an easy question.
The phone buzzed in my pocket.
The screen lights up.
"Do you need me to pick you up at Kyoto Station? V"
Between the lines, there is the woman's damned Italian aria.
The kind they had heard in their dreams, in London.
Huibara's tiny fingers hovered over the screen.
"Who are you messaging?" Conan's voice suddenly popped up.
"Doctor." Her face was calm, and her lies were easy to come by. "Ask us what time we'll arrive."
Conan gave him a detective look and didn't ask any further questions.
Huiyuan deleted the message with a swipe of her thumb.
The phone screen went dark.
After a while.
The Shinkansen to Kyoto whooshed by, leaving Tokyo behind.
The scenery outside the window was a mosaic of green and yellow.
Conan Edogawa held his cheek, staring at the rapidly moving patch of color. His blue eyes reflected not the scenery, but the unique anxiety of a gamer stuck at a level.
Next to him, Haibara Ai was holding a German book with a cover that had a complex molecular formula that would make an ordinary person's brain freeze.
She wasn't looking at the book, nor at him, but her eyes fell on the melon bag with "Limited Time Offer" printed on it in Conan's hand.
"Kudo-kun."
"Are you planning on heating this melon bun with your mind? Or is this the latest telekinetic energy replenishment method?"
Conan came back to his senses and glanced at her a little angrily.
"I'm thinking about the case!" He picked up the melon bag and turned it around on his phone.
"Oh? Hattori-kun's? 'Kyoto's Thousand-Year-Old White Fox Legend'?" Haibara's lips curled up a fraction. "That name sounds like something the local tourism bureau made up to meet KPIs. It's the kind of name that would be called corny by elementary school students."
"The key point is the theft of national treasures and the notice letter!" Conan frowned and detective mode was instantly activated.
But that feeling of irritation soon emerged again, "...Tsk, I won't say anymore."
He turned his head and looked out the window again.
Solving a case is nothing more than a dungeon mission to temporarily escape reality.
Every time you complete one, the experience bar named "Edogawa Conan" will move forward one space.
However, reaching the maximum level is still a long way off.
The final boss with the words "Kudo Shinichi Returns" written on it is nowhere to be found.
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