Chapter 142 Vermouth Guardian
"You!" Hattori Heiji jumped up and assumed an Aikido stance.
Vermouth's cold gaze swept across him without any ripples.
"Sit down, little detective. No fighting today. I'm just providing after-sales service."
Conan moved his wrist slightly, and the cover of the anesthesia watch popped open, but it did not fire.
"Why are you here? Is Blackbird related to the organization?"
“Related?” Vermouth smiled, her high heels stepping onto the tatami, landing silently. “Your statement is too conservative.”
She stopped.
His eyes were clearly fixed on Haibara Ai in the corner.
"Sherry," Vermouth began, "Long time no see. You're in trouble again."
Huiyuan raised her head to meet that gaze, her voice cold: "Thanks to you."
"You're still so stubborn, so cute." Vermouth completely ignored the sarcasm in the conversation and turned to Conan, "You're moving in the right direction, but your vision is too narrow."
She stretched out a slender finger and shook it gently.
"This is not an invasion by foreign enemies, but a usurpation of the throne by ministers."
She lowered her voice, her voice full of drama.
"Imagine a black castle. The king suddenly falls ill and becomes a... harmless baby. What would his two most ambitious ministers do?"
Conan's pupils constricted.
Baby? BOSS becomes smaller with APTX4869?
Vermouth was very satisfied with his reaction.
"Of course they want to divide up the king's property, empty the castle, and build their own new nest."
She paused and concluded.
"'Blackbird' is the private vault that Gin and Rum built without the knowledge of that gentleman."
"A small boat ready to take their own boat if the larger ship sinks."
The room was quiet.
Hattori Heiji opened his mouth, unable to utter a word. A fight between Gin and Rum?
Conan's brain was working rapidly.
This explains everything: the professional modus operandi, the different styles of operation, the funds flowing overseas.
But why did Vermouth tell them?
At this moment, the paper door of the box slid open silently.
A woman was kneeling outside the door, wearing a neat black suit, white gloves, and had an expressionless face.
She lowered her head in a respectful manner.
"Master, this is what you want."
Without even turning her head, Vermouth reached back.
The woman immediately placed an envelope in her palm.
"Thanks for your hard work."
"My pleasure." After the woman said this, she lowered her head again and waited quietly outside the door, her presence barely felt.
Conan and Hattori Heiji just glanced at her and returned their attention to Vermouth.
Huibara's eyes were focused on the woman.
She is so "perfect".
Flawless etiquette, extremely compressed presence, and absolute obedience to the master.
It's a tool.
A custom-made piece of art by Vermouth.
A name popped up in Haibara Ai's mind.
Iori Muga.
She understood instantly.
That's not a coincidence.
"You have such a wide range of interests. From Hollywood stars to cabinet officials, and now you're playing a butler development game? And you're giving me a surprise? Are the organization's KPIs not challenging for you?"
With every word Haibara said, Hattori Heiji and Conan's expressions changed a little.
Ooka Momiji's folding fan stopped in mid-air.
"Or has monitoring me and teasing me become the greatest pleasure in your boring life?"
A smile spread in Vermouth's eyes.
She walked closer step by step.
"Ah, Ai-chan, your expression is so cute."
Conan took a step forward, lowered his voice, and stood in front of Haibara.
"Vermouth."
"Don't be nervous, little detective." Vermouth stepped back and raised her hands. "We are allies tonight. Blackbird is also a problem for me."
She paused, her eyes scanning everyone present.
"As for your dear FBI agent, don't worry, I just need a few informants."
Ooka Hongye closed her folding fan and tapped her palms.
"And who is Lord Wellington?"
"An old fox." Vermouth put away her smile. "On the surface, he's a British aristocrat, but in reality, he's an international arms dealer. Gin offered him a deal: money in exchange for the possibility of eternal life."
Hattori Heiji gritted his teeth.
"madman."
"Mad?" Vermouth chuckled, her gaze falling on Huibara again. "Who doesn't want to stay young forever?"
"Right, Shirley?"
Huiyuan stared back at her coldly, "Eternal life is another kind of curse."
Vermouth stared at her for a moment, then turned and walked towards the door.
"The free intelligence period is over. How you use it depends on your ability."
She turned sideways, her golden hair fluttering, and her blue eyes were fixed only on Haibara Ai.
"How cruel." She sighed, "It was you who created the miracle."
"That's a disaster." Haibara Ai turned her face away.
"Disaster?" Vermouth approached, their noses almost touching, like rhino horns. "But it is because of this disaster that we are able to meet again."
Conan took a step forward.
Hattori Heiji reached out to stop him and shook his head.
"Reunion?" Huibara Ai sneered, "You mean you sent an undercover agent to monitor me?"
"Surveillance?" Vermouth held her chest, her face hurt. "I call it protection."
"Protect?" Huibara asked coldly.
"Of course." Vermouth's voice softened. "Why do you think the organization hasn't found you yet?"
In one sentence, you could hear a pin drop in the room. Conan and Heiji Hattori's faces suddenly changed.
"you……"
"Don't think too much." Vermouth stepped back, leaning back against the wall, her tone lazy, "I just hate Gin's style. And..."
Her gaze fell on Huibara and softened.
"There are some things I want to protect with my own hands."
After Vermouth left, the room was still filled with her scent, roses, arrogant and lingering.
Hattori Heiji slammed his fist on the coffee table. The teacup jumped up.
"What a joke!" he said angrily. "Gin and Rum are fighting each other? Kudo, can you trust this woman?"
"It's highly credible." Conan pushed his glasses. "This explains why Blackbird's actions are independent of the organization."
He looked out the window.
"The question is, why is she telling us this? Who is she throwing out the bait, wanting us to bite?"
Ooka Hongye sat still, wiping the tea splashed on the back of her hands with a silk handkerchief.
"Rather than the authenticity of the information," she said softly, her eyes casting towards Huibara in the corner, "I'm more curious about that lady's seemingly excessive obsession with Miss Huibara."
All eyes instantly focused on Haibara Ai.
Her body tensed, she raised her head, her eyes calm.
"Perhaps she has a morbid habit of collecting failed works."
After she finished speaking, she picked up the cold teacup in front of her.
At this time, Hattori Heiji's cell phone rang.
It is a vibrant Kansai folk song.
He picked up the phone and his voice immediately changed.
"He Ye... um... of course I know it's raining... What? You're coming to pick me up with an umbrella? No need, no need..."
He lowered his voice, turned sideways, and the sharpness on his face was replaced by an awkward gentleness.
Haibara Ai looked at him and her eyes moved.
Hattori Heiji hung up the phone and cleared his throat.
"Anyway, let's get out of here first. Thank you for today, Miss Hongye."
Ooka Hongye stood up and said to the outside of the door, "Iori."
Butler Iori Muga appeared in response, opening an oil-paper umbrella.
"Miss, the car is ready."
Haibara's gaze fell on Iori Muga.
He put a shawl on Hongye and hovered with his hands, the distance between them was exactly the same.
He turned and led the way, his steps clear and his landings soundless.
The smile on his face was gentle, and so gentle that there was no flaw in it.
It's perfect.
As perfect as a fake.
Haibara Ai understood.
It's Vermouth's bad taste again.
That woman never trains subordinates, she only creates works of art.
The female subordinate just now was a cold metal sculpture.
Iori Muga is a Kyoto-limited edition doll lacquerware.
Every movement bears the mark of Vermouth's gorgeous falsehood.
They got into the Rolls-Royce.
Iori Muga started the car and the wipers swept across the windows regularly.
The car was silent.
Conan looked at Hattori Heiji and gave him a wink.
Hattori Heiji responded with a warning.
Haibara Ai leaned against the car window, the outline of her face softly reflected on the glass, delicate and cold.
.
The night breeze blows through the townhouses, bringing the moisture of cherry blossoms.
Ai Haibara stood under the eaves, the moonlight shining on her small figure.
"The second-in-command of the Black Organization is plotting to usurp the throne. How ironic."
"Oh, Ai-chan's tone is becoming more and more like an adult."
A female voice cut off Huibara's thoughts.
Huibara didn't look back. The scent of this rose perfume belonged to only one person.
In the moonlight, a blonde woman appeared. She was dressed in a dark purple kimono, and her posture was elegant, as if she had stepped out of an ancient painting.
"You've come just in time." Huiyuan turned around, her ice-blue eyes meeting those smiling green eyes, "You can see how we deal with your former colleague."
"Former colleague?" Vermouth chuckled and stepped closer. "My dear, I am your legal guardian now."
She handed over the envelope, which contained a photo.
There was a baby in the photo, but the eyes were deep and unfathomable.
Huiyuan twisted the photo between her fingers, her cold face expressionless. "Karasuma Renya. APTX4869's most successful experiment. Should I be proud of my accomplishments?"
"You're too hard on yourself." Vermouth's slender fingertips hooked a strand of her brown hair, "This is not a strength."
Huibara stepped back.
My back hit the cold wooden pillar. There was no way to retreat.
Vermouth leaned over, her breath blowing gently past her ears.
"The night is still long."
Huibara pushed her away, her heart beating irregularly.
She walked quickly towards the sliding door. "Stop the tricks. We have something important to do."
The sliding door opened, and the room was brightly lit.
Conan stared at his laptop, his brow furrowed.
Hattori Heiji paced back and forth anxiously.
Ooka Hongye sits upright with a leisurely posture.
"Haibara," Conan looked up, his eyes falling on Vermouth behind her, "It seems that our 'special consultant' has arrived."
Hattori Heiji stopped and said, "Hey, Ko... Conan, are you sure?"
Ooka Momiji waved her folding fan. "Excuse me, Heiji-kun. Miss Vermouth is now our ally."
Vermouth sat down next to Haibara, and the distance was so close that Haibara tensed up.
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