Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 733 My life, Vodka, has been like walking on thin ice.
Sitting in the car, Gin suddenly seemed to remember something and asked Vodka, "I remember you said you met Vermouth at the hotel?"

To be honest, Gin didn't find it.

This shouldn't have happened.

If even vodka could spot it, why wouldn't he have noticed?

"Uh, Big Brother may have forgotten that Vermouth impersonated a doctor named Araide Tomoaki for a period of time."

"It's him."

Gin finally remembered that the other party's father was his front man.

Because of the other party's father, the other members of the newly ordained monks needed to be silenced. The people who were sent on the mission were Tequila and Vermouth.

After that, Vermouth did indeed disguise herself as the other person for a period of time, investigating something—she forgot what, but it definitely happened.

"That Vermouth guy only sent Baileys over. If she had come too, we might have taken care of those two kids long ago."

Vodka muttered a couple of things and then shifted the blame to Vermouth.

"Brother, this is entirely their fault. You've done your best."

Gin didn't speak, but looked out the window.

He had no idea what Vermouth was up to. He'd have to ask her about it later; perhaps she'd already noticed Hawkeye's arrival and was just watching him make a fool of himself.

As for the docks, Vermouth has been too careless in her work, which has affected her actions.

If she had been more attentive, she might have noticed the problem and wouldn't have been fooled.

It's all her fault for being too confident.

Vermouth, far away at the base, sneezed inexplicably. She gently rubbed her delicate, straight nose and frowned, saying, "Could it be that Gin guy talking bad about me behind my back?"

"Not only did they not notify me about the mission, but they also kept talking behind my back. They deserved to fail!"

Through Baileys, she learned that Gin's operation had failed.

There's no regret, only happiness.

This is the consequence of keeping it a secret from her.

At the same time, she was still a little scared. Her godson was also there at the time, and it seemed that Xia Chuan had moved him in advance, otherwise her identity might have been exposed.

Given Conan's personality, after this period of contact, he will definitely reveal his true identity when faced with a real crisis.

She'd be in a bit of a headache if it got exposed.

Come to think of it, she should thank Xia Chuan.

Not long after, Baileys and Gin arrived at the hideout.

Gin didn't give Vermouth a friendly look the moment he saw her; he wanted nothing more than to punch that pretty oval face.

Vodka is a man of few words; when he's talking about other people's crickets in the car, he's incredibly tactless, but when he sees the person in question, he appropriately shuts up.

Saying what needs to be said according to the occasion is a good habit.

"Vermouth, what were you doing at the Gojo Hotel today? And why did you suddenly disappear afterward? What are you up to?"

Gin got straight to the point.

Vermouth was taken aback by the question and swallowed back the words that were about to come out. She turned to look at Baileys and found that Baileys was stunned and confused.

Actually, Baileys suddenly remembered that the first thing Vodka said when he saw him was, "Did Vermouth send you?"

If Gin were to ask this now, it would seem as if something else had happened at the hotel.

—Was Vermouth ever at the hotel?
How could she not know? Besides, when Vermouth reported the news, her tone didn't sound like she was actually there.

Clearly, Vermouth herself was completely unaware of this. She scratched her hair to calm herself, then gave Gin a look that said, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Isn't that Shinichiro Araide, you?"

Gin was already very unhappy.

He knew that with Vermouth's acting skills, this surprise and incomprehension could be completely faked.

They're probably worried about reporting them to the boss, so they're using this method to evade responsibility.

In the past, he might have let it go, but today was different; he was genuinely angry.

He pressed on, saying, "Since you appeared at the hotel disguised as Shinichiro, why did you leave later? If you and Baileys were here, you could have taken down Natsukawa and his group much earlier!"

"What exactly are you planning? Is this the outcome you wanted?"

Vermouth's lips twitched. Gin had a lot to say, but why did it feel like he was shifting the blame?
Yes, shifting the blame!
They definitely wanted to shift the blame for not catching Xia Chuan onto her.

What new Zhiming?
She had been waiting here for a long time, of course, because Gin was unwilling to tell her the details of the operation. Now that the mission had failed, he was trying to shift the blame, which was really going too far!
"Ah!"

Vermouth strode over to Gin, her long legs carrying her a graceful walk, her hand gliding over his shoulder and back.

Then he put his hands on Gin's shoulders, stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear: "If you're going to blame me for the mission's failure, you're overthinking it."

“After returning to Kyoto, I have been waiting here. It was only with great difficulty that Baileys found you, otherwise I would still be in the dark.”

"And even if she found her, it was too late when she notified me, and I hadn't even left the house yet."

Her slender, delicate fingers glided across Gin's chiseled face, picking up a strand of silver hair.

Tear it off.

Vermouth's eyes sharpened: "Stop dreaming. You can't escape the responsibilities you're supposed to bear."

“That gentleman won’t be fooled by your stupid tricks.”

A strong, powerful hand gripped Vermouth's wrist and pulled her forcefully, dragging her in front of Gin.

A slight ripple appeared on Gin's expressionless face, and a murderous glint flashed in his deep pupils.

The two were practically touching, and the two underlings watching the scene were starting to lose track of whether it was flirting or provocation.

They stared at each other for a long time, like lovers, neither willing to give in.

"Um, brother, could it be that I saw it wrong?"

Vodka scratched his head. He believed he knew Vermouth quite well, and the other woman's expression didn't seem fake.

If it's just acting, then there's really no need for that.

Vermouth is a proud person, and she rarely denies what she has done.

Moreover, since the eldest brother has made it so clear, it's probably not Vermouth's doing.

Although the person nodded at me, I was wearing sunglasses and there were many people in the hotel, so maybe that person was greeting other people.

In my memory, there are still many people in Japan who look alike.
For example, the little girl named Anya I saw at night, if she also wore glasses and a black suit, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was a miniature version of him.

If he hadn't been without a sister, his father would have been dead long ago, and even suspected that the other person was his direct relative.

However, he dared not tell anyone about this, especially not Gin, for fear that his older brother would suspect him of being an undercover agent.
There was a hot-tempered older brother, just like that.

My life, vodka, has been like walking on thin ice.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)