The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1468 Let Me Be Your Mother!
Originally, Vermouth was thinking that if these people didn't perform well, she would take action herself.

I never expected this police officer named Sato to be so decisive...

That way, she won't have to take action.

Uehara Yui took out handcuffs, quickly stepped forward, and handcuffed Sato Miwako's hands, which were gripping her hair, from behind.

"It hurts!"

"let me go!"

"Who are you?"

Yoshii, who was pinned underneath, screamed like a sow that had been caught.

Miwako Sato stepped away, her hair disheveled and her suit slightly rumpled, and pulled out her police ID from her pocket: "Metropolitan Police Department Criminal Investigation Division, First Investigation Division, you are now suspected of harboring a fugitive suspect. Come with us for questioning."

Upon hearing this, Yoshii's face turned ashen.

That's just how these people are; they're fearless, but they cower when they encounter the police.

Sato Miwako took back her police ID, glanced at her, and didn't say anything more.

The suspect was apprehended, and the operation was successfully completed.

Yokomizo Shigego searched him and found a switchblade in Fukase Minoru's pocket, then announced the end of the operation.

Apart from Sato, who had his hair pulled and now looked a bit disheveled, no one else was injured.

As for Fukase, who got kicked away...

Fujino wanted to say that fugitives like him have human rights?
What's more, this guy also has a switchblade, a dangerous weapon.

It's good enough that he wasn't kicked to death.

"Ugh……"

Conan looked at the unusually smooth operation before him and sighed slightly, or rather, breathed a sigh of relief.

Unfortunately, he was about to make a move, but thankfully no one was injured.

Once the incident was over, the police officers who were maintaining order at the scene gathered in the lobby.

The two out-of-town police officers walked together, seemingly knowing each other. One of them couldn't help but remark, "This operation was far too smooth and easy, wasn't it?"

"Isn't this good?" another officer retorted, then sighed, "But it seems that this consultant from the Metropolitan Police Department is a bit different from what was rumored..."

"It does differ from the fearsome reputation that's been circulating." Another officer chimed in, "Those who seem unreliable have been relegated to the sidelines, while those who seem reliable have been taken to make arrests. Female officers have been specially assigned to female suspects. As for us, those maintaining order at the scene, we're the ones who are truly preventing those two from escaping. To be able to quickly assess our capabilities and make such a comprehensive plan is truly impressive. The younger generation is indeed formidable."

"We're all in this line of work. Some things we just listen to and then forget. There's no such thing as a brainless idiot who'd just barge into a criminal organization's hideout..."

"However, it was indeed a bit too harsh."

"Speaking of which, that short-haired police officer seems pretty ruthless too."

"Are all people in Tokyo this ruthless?"

"Yes, if you didn't know better, you'd think you were in Osaka Prefecture."

After hearing the commotion, Conan eavesdropped and finally understood what was going on with this operation.

Hmm, so it turns out they think Takagi and Yamamura are unreliable.

Conan felt a sense of relief; he had previously wondered why Fujino had arranged for these familiar faces to be here.

Since that's the case, then it's alright.

As expected of Fujino.

At that moment, Inspector Megure discovered Conan eavesdropping while holding a skateboard.

He walked slowly forward, looked at Conan with a puzzled expression, and asked, "Conan-kun, what are you doing here?"

"I just happened to be passing by and saw you, so I came over to take a look!"

Conan, holding his skateboard, said this with a smile, while Inspector Megure looked on with suspicion, feeling that it was too much of a coincidence.

Having witnessed Conan and Inspector Megure's interaction, Takagi caught up and asked, "Inspector Megure, is the operation over?"

"It's over, but it's over."

Inspector Megure looked at Wataru Takagi suspiciously, then at Conan: "But Takagi, did you tell this kid anything about our operation?"

"Well... of course not."

"..."

Seeing Takagi Wataru's guilty expression, Inspector Megure, having been his subordinate for so many years, knew exactly what kind of person Takagi was. He then twitched his eyebrow and said, "Takagi, why do you tell this kid everything!"

"I didn't say that!"

Takagi was on the verge of tears, feeling truly wronged.

He really didn't say anything!

It was all said by that pointy-mouthed, monkey-faced guy from Gunma Prefecture named Yamamura Misao!

Why is it that everything gets blamed on me?

Conan glanced at Takagi with pity, but did not intend to offer any opinion on the matter.

Takagi, the scapegoat for life.

"Don't worry, we're just asking you to go back for questioning. If you cooperate with us, we will absolutely not pursue your assault on a police officer."

"Really?!"

"Of course it's true, they might not prosecute you."

Uehara Yui and Ogino Ayami were holding Yoshii down, while Toyota Misa was supporting Sato Miwako as they followed behind.

Upon hearing Uehara Yui's words, Ogino Ayami glanced deeply in their direction.

After Fujino finished his work, there was nothing more for him to do.

He moved closer to the group of people coming downstairs and then saw Sato Miwako being supported by the old lady Vermouth, clutching her lower back.

He couldn't help but tease, "What's wrong? Did you get hurt?"

"It's nothing, I just got kicked in the lower back by a high heel." Sato Miwako struggled to break free from Toyota Misa, who was supporting her. Somewhat concerned about her image, she reached out to tidy her messy hair and twisted her waist slightly.

Fujino looked speechless: "You don't look like anything's wrong at all."

“I said I’m fine, so I’m fine. Why are you making such a fuss?” Sato Miwako said, her tone displeased.

"Okay, okay, it's fine."

Fujino looked at Sato, who looked like a female ghost, and helplessly agreed.

In his eyes, Sato Miwako was like a stubborn mule, exceptionally stubborn, with a childlike stubbornness.

Fujino thought for a moment, then took out a small green bottle from his personal storage space and handed it to her.

She looked at the green bottle that was handed to her; there seemed to be water flowing inside. A moment of curiosity struck her: "What is this?"

"cosmetic?"

"I don't use this."

Sato Miwako glanced at it with subconscious disdain, and that was her true feeling.

As a tomboy, she never wears makeup, not because she's bad at it or doesn't know how.

The women nearby looked a little strange when they heard this. They thought to themselves, "You just refuse a gift that someone is giving you. Isn't that a bit too straightforward?"
Fujino swayed in the bottle, the thick green liquid sloshing around him. "What are you thinking? This is a miracle drug. It can relieve pain and slowly heal injuries. Your back will probably be better in no time." Sato Miwako didn't hesitate, taking the bottle and stuffing it into her pocket without a doubt that it was truly effective.

This guy wouldn't lie to her.

Seeing this, Fujino said helplessly, "You won't even say thank you, will you?"

"We're going to follow each other."

"You're all buddies, right?"

"Pretty much, we're all buddies, but you're my little brother."

Miwako Sato laughed heartily, showing no signs of having just injured her back.

Fujino said helplessly, "Remember to drink it, or you'll suffer some aftereffects from kicking your back."

"Don't worry!"

Sato Miwako said this with a laugh.

"You two, stop chatting, it's time to call it a day."

Megure walked over slowly, glanced at Fujino and Sato, and said, "We still need to take Fukase to the hospital when we get back, otherwise we won't know if he's the real culprit."

Thinking about this, Inspector Megure felt a headache coming on. He had thought that Fujino would know what was going on and leave one of them awake, but he didn't expect that guy to kick him unconscious.

How can we even conduct a trial like this?

If he kicks you into a vegetative state, then we're doomed.

Ayami Ogino planned to leave with the others, but when she turned around, she suddenly noticed something: "Where did Toyota go?"

…………

"Little brother, do you remember where your mother was last?"

"I don't remember!"

Conan, clutching his skateboard, looked like a pitiful little child as he walked hand-in-hand with Misa Toyota inside the department store.

Reaching a quiet corner, he looked up at Misa Toyota's face and said with a smile, "Big sister, may I ask your name?"

"Name?" Misa Toyota narrowed her eyes. "My name is Misa Toyota. Little brother, are you planning to thank me later?"

"Of course I'll thank you properly!" Conan said with a grin. "I'll even send a banner to the Metropolitan Police Department that says: Thank you, Big Sister Vermouth, for helping me find my mother!"

"..."

Vermouth's expression froze slightly upon hearing this, then gradually returned to calm as she said, "If you're so eager to find a mother... why don't you stop looking for one and let me be your mother instead?"

"You wish, Vermouth..." Conan snorted, taking it as nothing more than a joke.

After all, he remembered that this woman knew his mother, but she actually wanted to be his mother or something...

Did you ask my biological mother?

Also, what makes my old man so special that he deserves to be my mother?
Vermouth shook her head slightly and said, "It's really hurtful to hear you say that... but at least you figured it out."

"So, how did you figure that out?"

"Little Conan..."

Conan looked at the man who had been changing his expression without flinching and said calmly, "Your neck is wrinkled. Does a normal person's neck wrinkle?"

Vermouth glanced down at her neck, but unfortunately couldn't see it.

Helplessly, she reached out and slipped her hand under her clothes, lifting the skin of her neck to reveal a delicate and alluring face, almost like a vixen's, and long, light blonde hair. She murmured, "It must have been accidentally left when that woman kicked me with her high heels..."

"We were really careless."

"Or are you trying to trick me?"

"What's your purpose..." Conan said, hands in his pockets. "You've infiltrated the police force, you must have some ulterior motive, right?"

"What's your purpose?" Vermouth took off her suit jacket, stuffed the mask into the pocket, revealing a white shirt underneath, crossed her arms, and leaned against the wall behind her. "You deliberately brought me to a secluded place. Aren't you afraid I'll attack you?"

Conan calmly replied, "If you wanted to do something to me, you wouldn't have waited until now. If you wanted to kill me when we first met, you would have done so. If you didn't kill me then, you certainly won't kill me now."

"You sound so certain, aren't you afraid of something unexpected happening?" Vermouth lowered her eyelids slightly.

Conan's expression remained unchanged: "I don't think you'll kill me."

"Well, you seem to be feeling good." Vermouth lifted her leg, bracing it against the wall behind her with her high heel, assuming a position she considered very comfortable, and said casually, "As a reward, I'll tell you..."

"List of undercover agents."

Conan frowned slightly upon hearing this: "You mean, this case involves your organization's list and an undercover agent?"

"You guessed right, it really hit the nail on the head." Vermouth smiled.

Conan raised his eyes: "If I'm not mistaken, what you want is among the things taken from those victims?"

“Yes, that’s right.” Vermouth met his gaze. “So, it’s best if you don’t go around talking about my identity. If the organization can’t get the list back by conventional means, who knows what they might do? They might even blow up the Metropolitan Police Department.”

"After all, our goal is just to take that thing; we don't care whether it's destroyed or not."

"Damn it!" Conan frowned, looking extremely angry.

"I'm not talking to you anymore. If I get caught, my disguise won't hold up." Vermouth didn't linger with Conan. "Good luck! If you can find it before us, maybe I'll give it to you as a reward..."

"Good luck to you."

After Vermouth finished speaking, she turned and left, not worried that Conan would find what she was looking for.

In her heart, Fujino was more reliable than this kid. Although she was reluctant to admit it, her little darling was indeed no match for him...

To put it bluntly, there's simply no comparison.

Conan instinctively wanted to pull out the tracking device and throw it at Vermouth.

However, after recalling that his device had never been successful in dealing with this group of people, he gave up on the idea.

If Vermouth hadn't discovered it, or even if her accomplices had, things would have been in trouble.

Conan thought to himself that he certainly didn't believe Vermouth had no accomplices and that she had come alone to infiltrate the Metropolitan Police Department.

There will definitely be an officer with an organizational code name by Vermouth's side to provide backup.

"However, this means I'll have to take on this case..."

Watching Vermouth's departing figure, Conan stroked his chin, secretly pondering the matter.

This time, if Kogoro Mouri were involved in the case, he could easily join in, secretly gathering clues and finding that list...

But as for Fujino and the like, putting aside the fact that their relationship wasn't that good, it's hard to find a reason for him to follow them.

How exactly do we get close to them?

Does that mean we have no choice but to investigate secretly...?

Conan began to ponder whether becoming Fujino's apprentice would allow Fujino to take him along in solving cases.

He really cares about the organization list.

To be honest, any information about the organization to which the man who knocked him unconscious and fed him that indescribably potent pill belonged was enough to excite him.

After pondering for a moment, he sighed: "He's just that guy Narutono's lackey. If my identity as Shinichi Kudo isn't exposed, how would he know that I'm Shinichi Kudo? What does Conan have to do with me, Shinichi Kudo? Anyway, I'm Shinichi Kudo, not some Conan. Once I turn back into Conan, this identity will completely disappear..."

Conan mentally reviewed what he was struggling with, then made a decision: "Let's do it!"

(End of this chapter)