He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

Now, we have finally achieved some small, preliminary results.

As for the matter of Eto Shori and Shirai Mitsuo, we can just handle it casually.

In any case, obtaining the Six-Eared Macaque was more helpful than medicine in interrogating the Nameless Man.

Crash——!!!

The tides are surging, and Tokyo Bay is right in front of us!

Chapter 152 A simp so obsessed that he doesn't even dare to look at the goddess's naked body!

An anonymous person loved the Six-Eared Macaque.

When Ying Sheng threatened the former with the latter's life, it was easy to see from his reaction.

But the nameless man did not completely lose his mind. He knew that Ying Sheng dared not do anything to Vermouth at the moment, so he gritted his teeth and continued to interrogate her.

Then,

Now that Hotaru has brought Vermouth to him in person, how will he react?

It was still that dark and damp little house, and the rough cement floor, stained with dark red bloodstains, was now covered with a 2m x 2m snow-white cashmere carpet.

On the carpet lay a girl in a blue Teitan High School uniform, while Hotaru slowly undressed her beside him.

Calvados, covered in blood, glanced at them and grinned coldly:

"What is this for? Is it broadcasting live to me?"

"That's right, if you're interested later, you can do it."

Hotaru spoke calmly, having already unbuttoned the shirt under his school uniform jacket, revealing his white undershirt. With a gaze of pure appreciation, Hotaru nodded slightly.

"Qingzi, I'm sorry."

"Ah? What do you mean?"

Kiyoko's question came through the phone, which was placed on a chair to the side and had its speaker on.

Calvados's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and gave a disdainful sneer:

"It's just pre-recording. You've used this trick before, recording the sounds I made while you were torturing me, probably to fake my death elsewhere. Ha, are you trying to use the same trick to fool me again?"

"Tsk tsk, not bad, Kiyoko, we've been found out." Hotaru laughed.

"Don't worry about him. You'll eventually drop the mask, and then he'll understand. I just want to know what you meant by your apology just now," Qingzi said.

"Well... um, remember? I said I knew your figure well, which is why I was able to vaguely sense something was off about her and test her." Ying Sheng paused for a moment. "Have you guessed what the difference was?"

Kiyoko said coldly, "I don't know."

"Hey, you obviously already guessed it, didn't you?"

"I don't know, I don't know!"

"Oh, so her breasts are bigger than yours."

"........."

Kiyoko sighed, "Mr. Moon, don't you feel disgusted when you say that?"

“This is a very serious matter.” Ying Sheng sighed softly, “If the Six-Eared Macaque hadn’t been unaware that we had a completely honest relationship and hadn’t patched up this last loophole, we might have been in trouble last time.”

"How can this be remedied? She can't just have liposuction on the spot."

"Sports bra, press it down."

"...You can feel that the elasticity is wrong."

"No, I can't feel it."

"Then why don't you try it out now?"

"of course yes……"

"don't want!!!"

Calvados shouted shrilly to stop them, and the metal cross binding him rattled and clanged.

Ying Sheng looked back and saw that this guy was more like a ghost than a human. Now, with veins bulging on his neck and face, he looked even more like a blood-stained demon from a temple.

"Tsk, so it's confirmed already?"

Ying Sheng's eyes gleamed with amusement: "It's not impossible to fake a conversation like this, is it?" He lifted Vermouth slightly, reaching behind her to unhook her bra. "Have you slept with her? Maybe that will help you identify her better?"

"No! Please! No!!!"

Calvados's voice was loud at first, but gradually it seemed to turn into a plea.

This made Ying Sheng freeze in his tracks, raising an eyebrow: "Are you a simp, treating her like a goddess?"

Calvados did not answer, but only pleaded.

Ying Sheng was very disappointed and disappointed, his face full of sorrow:

"Do you know what she's been doing these past two days? She's been dating a cute high school boy! While you were suffering here last night, she was drinking with Shinichi Kudo and they went to a hotel! Did you know that?!"

It's heartbreaking, so heartbreaking!

Dude, do you know what your goddess looks like to other people?

So sweet and adorable, she's practically a Yamato Nadeshiko!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Calvados roared frantically, "She..."

"nothing is impossible!"

Ying Sheng yelled back, unbuttoning his shirt: "I've always been public-spirited, so today I'll let you have your fun!"

"No! I'll confess to everything!!!"

Move, move, move, move—!!!

The echoes reverberated in the room.

Ying Sheng paused, her hand about to lift the lid.

He stared blankly at Calvados's tightly closed eyes, utterly bewildered. Wait, man, what's going on...?

"Kyoko."

"Ok?"

Are your vengeful spirits also so innocent?

“Mr. Nakatani is like that. He never touches me. If I ask him to drive me to see other men, he won’t refuse. But other people are all different. The worst ones are like Mamoru Ishida.”

"Ah...I admire you."

Ying Sheng silently fastened the back clasp with one hand, looking at Calvados with considerable admiration:

"I'm afraid I'll never reach your level, brother."

Calvados slowly opened his eyes, saw Vermouth still fully clothed on the ground, let out a long sigh, and then gave a bitter smile:

"You just haven't met the right person yet."

"Brother, you're right. Then I wish myself luck in meeting that person soon."

"What do you hope to encounter?"

"Judging from your expressions, you seem to be enjoying this quite a bit. Of course I'm curious."

Hotaru pulled Vermouth's open clothes together, watching her flat, smooth stomach disappear from view, and couldn't help but shake his head:

"This is nothing, Mr. Anonymous. I hope the information you provide is worthy of the sight I've missed."

Calvados lowered his head meekly: "I wasn't lying when I said we were from the FBI."

Ying Sheng raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Looks like you won't give up until you're completely cornered. I'll call the Sumiyoshi-kai over right now and show you what your precious bicycle is really like—they'll stand up and pedal!"

“You can verify it if you don’t believe me! Look at her hair!” Calvados said urgently.

Ying Sheng didn't want to tear off Vermouth's disguise, lest it be impossible to restore it later and a flaw be discovered. However, taking a look at the wig was fine. He glanced at it carefully and frowned, saying:

"Blonde hair, what does that prove?"

"Her name is Judy, Judy Starling, an American, an FBI investigator, and her ex-boyfriend is Shuichi Akai, whom I confessed to last time, I..."

"Stop."

Ying Sheng frowned: "Give me something that can be verified first. I've memorized these names, but I don't believe a single one of them."

Calvados gritted his teeth and said, "I already gave you the address of the safe house last time."

Is that a safe house?

"Of course!"

"Oh, then let's choose another one."

Chapter 153 Even a simp can be a tough guy! Was Ying Sheng's effort wasted?!

Calvados's eyes practically spit fire:

"it is good!

Shuichi Akai once infiltrated a Tokyo-based criminal organization under the alias Dai Moroboshi. At that time, he had broken up with Jodie and his new girlfriend was Akemi Miyano, who was in Tokyo. Once you find her, you can be sure!

Akemi Miyano?

Ying Sheng raised an eyebrow slightly. This did indeed align with what Gin had said. But you asked me to provide verification information, and you gave me something so peripheral?

"Isn't there something simpler and more direct? Like a list. You guys probably didn't declare your identities when you entered Japan, right? I'm planning to report you to verify this," Ying Sheng asked.

“They will definitely leave after they know I’m dead, and their original codenames will be invalidated. Even if I give you the address, you’ll think it’s a trap I set,” Calvados said coldly.

"Oh, then tell us about it too."

So Calvados made up a long string of nonsense.