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

Unfortunately, it seems like it's going to end before it even started.

She had only been in this role for less than a day and hadn't even gone to school on Monday yet.

dong dong dong-

"Aoyagi-kun, are you still there?"

The knocking and Cool Guy's question came at the same time, making Vermouth feel increasingly helpless.

I still want to retain some identity so I can have direct contact with Cool Guy.

That would make things much easier in all aspects.

Even if the existence of the disguise technique would inevitably be exposed because of what happened with Sato Miwako, she didn't want it to be associated with Aoyagi Chiso.

Only Sato Miwako was impersonated. To achieve this goal, it would be best to have Aoyagi Chiso and Sato Miwako appear together.

But where can she find another person who can come immediately and help her with the disguise?

"Aoyagi-kun, you..."

"Wait a moment, I'm changing my clothes."

The voice of "Cool Guy" came from outside the door again. Vermouth could only stall for time. She walked a little further away, turned back to answer, and took out her phone to dial a number.

The worst outcome would be to abandon her identity and run away, which Vermouth wasn't in a hurry for.

Since there's no need to force it, taking a little risk is fine; at worst, we can just disappear afterward.

The call was answered quickly, but no one spoke.

Vermouth switched back to her original voice and smiled charmingly: "It's me, Bourbon. Do me a favor, and I'll repay you."

Bourbon has only a vague understanding of what happened today. After escaping police pursuit, he is very likely to follow Shinichi Kudo and Juzo Inspector Megure in order to find out what's going on.

In other words, he is likely nearby and can arrive as soon as possible to help her with the disguise.

Moreover, Bo himself is agile enough to impersonate a policeman, and his quick thinking makes him difficult for Cool Guy to see through.

Given their past, albeit somewhat strained, alliance, they were the perfect allies at this moment.

There was continued silence on the other end. Vermouth continued, "Time is of the essence. Come over to the third floor of Building 3, Tai'an Apartment. You can tell me what you need first."

"Were you involved in what happened today? What exactly is your relationship with the organization now?" Amuro Tooru finally spoke.

At the same time, footsteps sounded, light and quick.

“I’m just an observer, trying to find out some things. As for me and the organization…” Vermouth paused for a moment, “I’m currently in a state of defection.”

"Could the secret I learned be a lie?"

"I really want to tell you, yes."

"So, your defection won't last long, and you'll return to the organization sooner or later?"

"Who knows? Maybe I can find a solution from another angle."

Vermouth walked to the bedroom window, pushed it open, and glanced outside. In the dark alley, Amuro Tooru, who was walking briskly, also looked up, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"That girl was you?"

"Don't make any noise when you come up. I need to change my clothes. Remember not to peek."

Vermouth smiled slightly and stepped back.

Although he had a pale face etched with gloom, when he smiled, there was a captivating beauty in his eyes, like ice melting.

After hanging up the phone, Amuro Tooru's eyes flickered as he considered whether to take advantage of this great opportunity to capture Vermouth and send her back to the Metropolitan Police Department for proper interrogation.

He knew that the people in front of this room were Investigator Sankei and Shinichi Kudo, and it wasn't impossible that he might reveal his identity in front of them.

Anyway, Vermouth is all alone now and she contacted him privately, so even if she is arrested, no one will suspect her identity as "Bourbon".

Moreover, because of the Shuangbao Town incident, his level of trust within the organization will be further enhanced.

As his thoughts raced, Amuro Tooru silently climbed up to the open window on the third floor. The place was cluttered with miscellaneous items, making it easy for a professional like him.

Vermouth probably got her position in the same way.

he thinks.

After landing, I glanced around. The bedroom was only about three square meters in size, with a simple, or rather, rudimentary, style.

Bed, wardrobe, small desk.

There was a military green desk lamp on the desk, and nothing else. Even the bed sheets and duvet covers were grayish-brown, making it impossible to tell that it was a girl's bedroom.

In front of the wardrobe, a black dress was slipping down from Vermouth's hips, completely covering her long, white legs. She put her hands behind her neck, threw her black hair, which was gathered in the dress, outwards, and turned her head to look as the hair cascaded down her back.

"At least take off your coat, Mr. Amuro."

Amuro Tooru stared at her for two seconds. When the color of life emanated from the thin, pale skin of this unknown girl, it had a kind of dark beauty.

pity.

She herself is probably gone.

Amuro Tooru took off his green jacket and placed it on the bed. When he saw Vermouth take out two balls of cotton cloth, crumple them into balls, and walk towards him, his brows furrowed slightly.

"I have to dress up as a woman?"

"You should have seen Officer Sato from the Third Investigation Division this afternoon. She disappeared halfway through chasing you. Aren't you curious? I was helping you out."

Vermouth took a bra out of the closet and held it up to Amuro Tooru from a distance.

Amuro Tooru was speechless: "I can't fake my voice."

Vermouth pointed to the phone on the small desk: "I've already recorded some simple responses beforehand. They'll probably call you later. Just stand at the alley entrance and answer the recordings, lip-syncing to them."

"I need to know why I'm doing this first."

Amuro Tooru took the phone, flipping through the recording notes with one hand while letting Vermouth do whatever she wanted to him.

"Before that, how did the organization view me?" Vermouth countered.

Amuro Tooru pondered for a moment: "As far as I know, they probably believe that you and Sherry joined forces and defected together."

Vermouth chuckled: "Do you think that's possible?"

"It seems a bit strange that mortal enemies have joined forces, but that's how things are now."

“You should have been with Itakura Takumi early yesterday morning.” Vermouth stared into Amuro Tooru’s eyes.

“Yes.” Amuro Tooru nodded nonchalantly.

He knew what Vermouth was thinking. His timing in contacting Itakura Taku was too sensitive; there had been another chaotic battle there that night, and his identity was quite suspicious.

But he didn't care. With Mizuki Hotaru's request, he had a legitimate reason for being there, and Vermouth, having previously disguised herself as Sato Miwako and infiltrated the police force, probably knew this.

After waiting for two seconds, Vermouth, still not seeing anything, spoke again: "Did you see them fighting? There were clearly three forces there. Which side do you think I belong to? And what is my purpose?"

That's right. They're all seasoned foxes, and if they could be seen through so easily, they wouldn't deserve the name "Bourbon."

Vermouth still believes that Amuro Tooru is problematic, at least not entirely loyal to the organization.

But if it weren't for that, she wouldn't have called Amuro Tooru over. Given her current status, Amuro Tooru, who has his own little secrets, is just right for her.

Anyway, she has mastered the art of disguise and is quite skilled, so she is confident that she will not encounter any insurmountable trouble.

"Were you there early yesterday morning too?" Amuro Tooru asked in return.

His doubts were half true and half false. According to his original thought, Vermouth should naturally be in a team with the man wearing a gas mask, the petite woman wearing a ball gown mask, and Akemi Miyano. After all, when he dialed Vermouth's number, it was Akemi Miyano who answered.

But if that's the case, then this side must have discovered his abnormality, which led to a series of subsequent events that have continued to this day, targeting him relentlessly.

Even if Vermouth wanted to play dumb...

No, a wise person doesn't stand under a crumbling wall; she shouldn't have put herself in such danger.

Vermouth was putting a human skin mask on Amuro Tooru, carefully concealing details around his face. Amuro Tooru could clearly see her slightly furrowed brows, the pale pink sheen of her manicured nails, and even smell a faint, almost imperceptible, body fragrance.

too close.

Amuro Tooru was very confident in his skills. If he suddenly attacked, he could definitely take down Vermouth, even if she had accomplices hiding nearby.

After all, the room is very small, and the wardrobe and desk are also small, so there is no way to hide anyone.

If the ambush is outside, then Vermouth would be his hostage, and what could the other side do to him?

Amuro Tooru's right index finger, which was hanging naturally at his side, trembled slightly, as if it were about to do something.

This opportunity is worth trying.

As he read aloud, Vermouth continued to speak: "I was originally in charge of contacting Itakura Taku. After I learned that Sherry had sent someone to retrieve a disk containing drug information from Shizuoka Prefecture, I went there."

I guessed she would have gone there too if she knew about the software, and I wanted to catch her. Unfortunately, I arrived a little too late. As soon as I got off the bus, I saw people fighting in the lobby. I went up from the back to find Itakura Taku…”

Vermouth paused, then pressed Amuro Tooru's chin and smiled.

"Okay, you go first..."

"Feel sorry."

"!!!"

After Vermouth finished disguising Amuro Tooru, she was about to retreat when Amuro Tooru spoke softly. Before his words could even finish, he swiftly extended his right hand and slashed at Vermouth's neck. Vermouth's pupils contracted sharply, and she raised her arm to block.

Bang-!

Their lower bodies collided heavily at the knees.

No one spoke, but the sounds of battle naturally carried. Although faint, Shinichi Kudo, who had been listening intently to the door, eventually noticed something. His eyes sharpened, he took two steps back, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Something's wrong, Inspector Megure, break down the door!"

"it is good!"

Even though Inspector Megure didn't understand the situation, he quickly nodded, exchanged a glance with Chiba Kazunobu, and the two stood side by side at the door.

"Three, two, one!"

Bang——! ! !

Using its superior weight, the heavy security door was flung open with a single blow. Megure and Shinichi quickly regained their footing, and Shinichi Kudo squeezed through the gap between them and ran inside, glancing left and right instinctively.

The room was indeed quite large, but it was filled with various cardboard boxes and plastic bottles, which made it seem smaller, and there was a damp smell in the air.

Thud!