Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 859 Contradictions
"Of course, I can't say it will be 100% successful, but I can say the probability of success is very high."

"Try as long as there's a chance to succeed. It's not like you'll lose anything. If you succeed, you and Amuro Tooru will gain a powerful teammate. Then, you can take down Iori Muga, and the four of you will form the strongest quartet. The destruction of the Black Organization will be just around the corner."

If Wakasa Rumi hadn't become a true vegetable and it was uncertain when she would wake up, they would be a five-person gaming team.

It's a shame she's not a brothel madam with such great eloquence.
Yuri pursed his lips, but inwardly he was eager to try.

"But we'll have to wait a little while."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Let me ask Professor Agasa if he has any drugs that can make people lose their memory. If not, we may have to use force to try to format her memory stick."

Xia Chuan cracked his knuckles as he twisted his neck, his gaze deep and unfathomable, as cold and ruthless as a machine, making Yuri's heart tremble.

Xia Chuan showed no pity whatsoever for the members of the brewery.

Unless someone like Baileys were to side with them.

Otherwise, as long as the goal is achieved, who cares about dying.

Part of it is also due to the actions of the distillery.

Gin's business seems to have expanded recently; several of its locations in Shibuya have started trafficking drunkards.

At first, Xia Chuan thought these drunkards were being trained as peripheral members, but later he noticed that most of them were playboys in their thirties or forties. At that age, their bodies had long been ruined by alcohol and sex, and even after being brainwashed, they could not be used as fighting force.

So why would the distillery take action against this kind of person?

There is only one answer!
experiment!

Thomas Sindora did acquire some of the things left behind by Itakura Taku, and with his own talent in software research, he may have already created something similar to uploading human data to the network, or at the very least, he may have developed the kind of self-healing drug that Rum wanted, as mentioned before.

It's likely that Karasuma Renya didn't have much time and disdained using mice, so he went straight to human experiments.

Such immoral acts are despicable. He is already investigating whether there are other locations doing this, and he plans to wipe them all out in one fell swoop.

Yuri was full of doubts about Xia Chuan's statement, but he still nodded in agreement.

Although he couldn't let Xia Chuan take the person away, he still had ways to keep Curaçao by his side.

The only people who know that Curaçao is still alive are a police officer and a doctor. All we need to do is communicate with these two people and tell Kuroda Hyōe that Curaçao cannot be saved.

He was already deeply lured in by Xia Chuan's empty promises.
Winery site.

Vermouth opened the door and walked out with a gloomy face.

It's no wonder she looked gloomy; anyone who had just been scolded by their boss would probably have a grim expression.

Moreover, it wasn't just that they were verbally abused; they were also stripped of many privileges.

Now, apart from having a slightly higher nominal status, she no longer has any command authority over any of the codenamed members or even the peripheral members.

Today's performance greatly disappointed Karasuma Renya.

Rum probably arrived at the scene very early and was capturing video from the air; all her decisions were observed by Karasuma Renya.

She had the opportunity to detonate all the bombs and even the kerosene at the Domoto Concert Hall, but she chose not to.

Even later on the rooftop, she could have detonated another explosive device on the first floor, making the fire even more intense, but she didn't.

As a result, Karasuma Renya expressed disappointment with her command abilities and even suspected that she had ulterior motives.

For sacrificing a codenamed member like this, Karasuma Renya's dissatisfaction was practically written all over his face.

Curaçao was, after all, one of Rum's top lieutenants.

Compared to Binga and Arak, Curaçao was an assassin trained by the organization from childhood. Unlike Arak, who was sometimes outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant, Binga was single-mindedly focused on promotion and had a purer mind.

But it doesn't matter. No matter what, Karasuma Renya will not doubt her, because only she knows the other party's true purpose.

No matter how the other party tries to conceal their true intentions, she knows everything.

So even if he was unhappy, Karasuma Renya had no reason to lay a hand on himself.

"Vermouth!"

Vermouth wanted to leave immediately, but Rum wouldn't give her the chance.

Binga stood blocking the conference room doorway, his eyes gleaming with a mocking glint in them.

"Didn't you hear what Lord Rum said?"

That's right, he's that awesome, even more unrestrained than Vaudeja Vu and Binga.

After all, he was backed by the winery's nominal second-in-command.

"Rum, what is your purpose in coming to Japan? You can't even fully control your small piece of land in Europe, and you still have time to come to Japan?"

Vermouth ignored the sausage lips, but secretly vowed to kill him if she had the chance.

"Don't you know this is Gin's territory? You're taking advantage of him being in Kyoto dealing with other matters to seize control of the Japanese branch?"

In just a few words, she had already revealed the conflict between Rum and Gin.

It's a pity Vodka wasn't there, otherwise he would definitely have gone up and confronted Rum after hearing that.

"Europe is peaceful and the organization is developing very smoothly there, unlike the Japanese branch, where codename members are dying one after another and the bases are being changed one after another."

Rum gently adjusted the position of his blindfold, his remaining eye fixed on Vermouth.

"I don't want to joke with you, but I feel that you held back in your actions today. If you intended to kill Xia Chuan, why did you show mercy at every turn?"

He knew that Karasuma Renya might have already asked, but he still wanted to confirm it again.

Through the wireless signal, one could clearly hear Vermouth's attitude towards Natsukawa.

Based on his understanding of her, he knew she definitely wanted to kill Xia Chuan, but several times when she had a great opportunity, she just hesitated.

"I had no idea that the Thousand-Faced Witch had the idea of ​​protecting ordinary people. It seems that you are unwilling to take action when there are many people around."

"Among Xia Chuan's relatives and friends, are there any you know?"

Vermouth's heart tightened, but she remained outwardly calm. "Hmph, what will happen to me and Baileys if we detonate the explosives directly? An explosion of this scale will definitely affect the wind flow. Before we even have time to fly far, we will be swept up by the airflow and crash into the Domoto Concert Hall."

"Are you saying you'd love for me to die?"

The two were locked in a fierce battle, neither willing to give in.

Vermouth knew that if she showed the slightest weakness, she would fall into Rum's rhythm.

She knew the other person's personality all too well; there was no room for negotiation, it was a matter of going head-to-head.

"You're still as sharp-tongued as ever." Rum's expression relaxed slightly.

Indeed, in his eyes, Vermouth was the kind of person who was afraid of death. If it were Gin, he would not let go of the opportunity to kill Natsukawa, even if he was seriously injured. "You haven't even said what your purpose is in coming to Japan. Gin will be back in a few days. Even if you temporarily take control of the base, none of the codename members will listen to you. Otherwise, you will be offending Gin."

“I didn’t plan to leave so soon after I came.” He didn’t answer the question directly, but said something meaningful.

"What do you mean?"

Vermouth frowned deeply, a bad feeling creeping over her, but she couldn't pinpoint the reason.

Even if the European branch is doing well, Rum shouldn't be focusing its energy on Japan. Is there some unavoidable reason for this?
Could it be that the boss is already dissatisfied with Gin and me and sent Rum to help us, and also to give us a warning?
Once this thought arose, it spread uncontrollably, and the boss's decision just now also indirectly confirmed her guess.

"I came to Japan for two reasons: one is to see Rumi Wakasa, and the other is to see Natsukawa."

"Is there any connection between the two?"

"There is definitely a connection between the two, but my purpose is not so much about whether they are connected or not, but about the two people themselves."

"Identity?!" Vermouth exclaimed in surprise, then suddenly realized, "Have you found out Xia Chuan's true identity?"

She didn't care about Rumi Wakasa's identity, but Natsukawa's identity made people dare not let their guard down.

"Ah."

Rum nodded.

after a while
Vermouth: "."

"If you know, then say so!"

Rum suddenly shook his head: "I'm not too sure about telling you."

He looked at Vermouth with a mocking expression.

When you're not trusted, the way others look at you feels like needles pricking you. Vermouth feels like she has a thorn in her side and a fishbone stuck in her throat.

She took a deep drag on her cigarette and gulped down a glass of wine: "Although the boss has banned my authority to mobilize members, Gin isn't here. If you want to perfectly command these people, you'll still need my help."

"Don't rush to refute me."

"The situation in Kyoto should be resolved soon. Can you resolve the issues with Natsukawa and Wakasa Rumi before Gin returns?"

She got more and more excited as she spoke: "I guess you can't solve it either, so if you want to speed things up, you need my help. After all, Baileys and Ireland are my people, and I've been in Japan for so long, so there are quite a few people who listen to me."

"Curaçao's death has reduced your available members by one. If you don't want the other codenamed members to go against your wishes, you'd better tell me the identities of these two."

A surge of pleasure rose within Vermouth.

Every word and phrase was like an iron lock, precisely locking onto the core issue and blocking every possible escape route. Even if Rum racked his brains, he couldn't find any other solution, could he?
A smile involuntarily crept onto her lips; the scales of this confrontation had tipped in her favor.

"Heh, so that's where your confidence comes from?"

Rum didn't speak, but Binga next to him snorted coldly, "If that's what you're thinking, then forget it. Although we've been developing in Europe, it doesn't mean we're completely unaware of the situation in Japan."

"Furthermore, do you really think that with Lord Rum's status and the boss's orders, he can't even mobilize codenamed members?"

"Besides, Bourbon is also in Japan. He was promoted by Lord Rum back then. Although he is now completely under the boss's command, he will definitely give Lord Rum face if he asks."

If that's not enough?

A contemptuous smile curved his sausage lips as he glanced at Vermouth with a half-smile, the corners of his eyes twitching with sarcasm.

"Although Curaçao is dead, it doesn't mean that Lord Rum has no usable troops. Arak is expected to arrive tomorrow, and if there aren't enough other codenamed members, they can be transferred from Europe immediately, right?"

He rolled his eyes casually, as if what Vermouth said was a joke, exuding an aura of arrogance that kept people at a distance, and his whole being was filled with indifference that said "not worth mentioning".

Their arrogance was infuriating, the kind of arrogance that makes you want to kill them.

Already in a bad mood, and then Binga's antics further dampened her spirits, Vermouth placed her hand on her waist.

Of course, she didn't act impulsively.

The main problem is a lack of resources to act impulsively.

Baileys was not allowed to enter this room. With her limited skills, she would be asking for death if she were to fight a professional assassin like Binga.

As a result, I seemed to have lost my confidence.

"Hmph, if that's how it is, then we'll see!"

Vermouth stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

The moment the door clicked shut, the noise was completely shut out.

The previous chaotic argument suddenly disappeared, and Binga's wanton and aggressive gaze was nowhere to be seen.

Her tense nerves finally relaxed, and the world was so quiet she could hear her own breathing. Touching the wall as she left, Vermouth was finally able to leave the chaos behind, calm her mind, and focus on those long-forgotten personal matters.

The preceding actions were all an act, intended to divert Rum and Binga's attention.

"They almost found out. Rum is really something. If he hadn't brought up the topic of Xia Chuan himself, I really wouldn't have been able to find a suitable excuse to get away with it."

"However, what exactly is Xia Chuan's identity?"

Protecting Conan is true, but she's also very envious of Natsukawa's true identity.

"It must be the boss's intention to get Rum to put aside his European affairs. It looks like Xia Chuan is definitely not going to make it this time."

The thought of her enemy's imminent demise suddenly made Vermouth feel much better.

"However, Conan needs to be taught a lesson. Rum will definitely not care about the people around Natsukawa when he attacks him. If Conan is with them, the probability of him dying is too high."

Vermouth twitched her lips. She also wanted to walk directly to Conan and tell him that Natsukawa was being targeted by Rum. But after spending so much time with him, she knew that saying so would only provoke Conan's resistance even stronger.

To protect the other person, you need to cause them some trouble to distract them.
After closing the door, Binga even went up to lock it to ensure that no one would disturb their conversation.

"There's no need to tell Vermouth about Alarc; her actions have made me distrust her."

"But she's also a veteran of the organization. Over the years, she's learned so many secrets. We haven't restricted her freedom. If there were any problems, the organization would have been destroyed long ago, right?"

Binga didn't know anything about Vermouth's background either, and besides being puzzled, he also wanted to find out more.

Rum grew up in the organization; he must know something.

Legend has it that Vermouth has remained unchanged for decades, her appearance never aging, and she has always been in her prime. Sharon Vineyard's apparent age is said to be intentional.

This kind of person is so intriguing.

"It's unlikely to be a rebellion, but there's a possibility of them observing from the sidelines."

Rum didn't explain much, just stared at the door for a while before refocusing his gaze on the document in front of him.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)