Conan: I've been linked to the tech tree system.

She had a close relationship with Gin, so she naturally knew about this "Starlight" who had been stepping on Gin's head since he appeared.

While in America, she had heard that "Starlight" was a genius inventor who also possessed a disguise skill no less than her own, was as skilled as Gin, and had a very eccentric and arrogant personality.

Now it seems that the disguise technique is indeed very powerful... at least I couldn't see any flaws even at close range, which is very likely because she invented it.

And it's true that she has a wild and arrogant personality. She didn't even change her expression when she came to flirt with me? Does she really think the organization doesn't have any distinctive photos of her?

Caught red-handed, "Starlight" dropped her act, abandoning her pitiful demeanor and revealing her usual smiling face.

"Vermouth is so boring. I'm supposed to be your fan. I thought about meeting my idol for a long time beforehand."

“Fans? More like haters.” Vermouth released her grip on her wrist.

"A true fan."

"Starlight" is emphasized.

Vermouth was too lazy to argue with her: "What are you doing here?"

"Of course I'm curious about what you're doing here. Why make such a fuss over assassinating a senator?"

“You, as an outsider, have no right to know about such things,” Vermouth chuckled. “However, if you join the organization now, I can tell you right away, you know?”

"Ha, then forget it." Tohno Toru wasn't buying it.

He didn't want to suffer in the organization, working for the boss every day.

It's fine as it is now. I pick up cases every day and get stronger step by step.

And to be honest, he could roughly guess the Black Organization's purpose.

Isn't it just that they think old man Pisco is too old and slick, hogging organizational resources and refusing to do anything? They sent two reliable members to follow him, complete the mission of assassinating the senator, and then find some excuse to get rid of him.

Working for the organization and receiving free care and funeral arrangements—how wonderful!

Chapter 133 The police are putting on an act again.

Kenzo Masuyama gave a perfunctory smile and chatted amiably with the presidents or chairmen of various well-known companies and associations he knew.

He knew almost everyone who attended the memorial service. At his social standing, attending these gatherings was more about strengthening relationships with others.

Oh right, I can't forget, I also have a mission to complete this time.

With Gin to help and Vermouth to assist... even if a pig came, the mission could be easily accomplished, right?

Finally, I have a reliable helper... It's time to take this opportunity to show the boss that I'm still as sharp as ever! I hope to climb to an even higher position in the future.

Unaware that he had been targeted by a "reliable helper" and was on the "useless" list, Pisco was in a rather good mood.

And... Gin said that Sherry also came to this venue.

He glanced around discreetly, but did not spot that familiar brown curly hair.

Pisco had a good relationship with the Miyano family when they first joined the organization. He originally wanted to rise to the top by relying on the promising inventors... But things didn't go as planned. The Miyano couple, such big names, passed away for some reason, and Pisco himself got to where he is today step by step.

The deaths of the Miyano couple dealt a significant blow to the organization's research. Although there was still Sherry, she was not yet an adult and was not old enough to stand on her own, nor did she have the ability.

Of course, a teenage PhD student still has a very promising future, and the organization didn't take the Miyano couple's deaths too seriously.

Now even Sherry has disappeared... The research has come to a complete standstill. No wonder the boss showed a rare sense of urgency, sending out many elite codenamed members to search for her. Gin also received a rare scolding.

But it doesn't matter anyway, Pisco doesn't care about any of that.

His sole purpose in finding Shirley was to gain merit and a promotion.

The organization's objectives had nothing to do with him.

The phone in his pocket vibrated. Kenzo Masuyama squinted, pretending to have presbyopia, and waved goodbye to his so-called business partner.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he peeked out a corner of his phone screen from his pocket.

"The information is incorrect; Shirley is not at the memorial service. —Gin"

Kenzo Masuyama felt his eyesight was really starting to deteriorate, so he widened his eyes and looked at it again.

Are you kidding me, Gin!

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"Sorry, please give way."

Inspector Megure, with his obese belly, led his team through the door.

He glanced at the prominent figures in the hall and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his brow.

Megure was at home when he suddenly received a call from his long-lost second brother, high school detective Shinichi Kudo.

The person on the other end of the phone told him that someone in the memorial service wanted to kill the congressman "Shigehiko Tobuchi," and that he should lead his team there immediately.

While Inspector Megure was surprised, he wanted to ask Kudo how he knew, but the call ended abruptly after he finished speaking, leaving only a busy tone.

Although Shinichi Kudo was just a high school student, his credibility with Megure was still very high... Thinking of the consequences of the senator being assassinated, he hurriedly put on his police uniform and rushed over with the officers who were still on duty.

Upon entering and seeing Shigehiko Tobuchi surrounded by reporters, he breathed a sigh of relief, at least he wasn't late this time.

Megure disrupted the police officers' formation, discreetly blending into the crowd to protect the high-profile member of parliament.

Taking advantage of the fact that he was shorter than everyone else's calves and had little presence, Conan Edogawa hid under the table next to Shigehiko Tobuchi.

He flipped open the aiming cap of the wristwatch-shaped tranquilizer dart, ready to immediately anesthetize the prisoner should anything go wrong.

Everyone is ready.

......

But just then, the lights went out without warning.

"Distinguished guests," said Naomichi Muikura, the host of the memorial service, as he turned off the lights, "we will now enjoy these slides that Director Sakamaki kept privately, which he did not release to the public during his lifetime."

"A slideshow?!" Conan's face darkened.

Who wants to watch this kind of stuff?! Turn on the lights!

"Distinguished guests, does any of you know when and where this footage was taken...?"

The slide presentation for "Mai Cang Zhi Dao" begins.

Instead of watching the slideshow with the guests, Conan stared into the darkness, gradually dilating his pupils to adjust to the environment.

He then realized that in that instant of shifting his attention, the congressman Shigehiko Toguchi, who had been in his field of vision, had vanished without a trace.

A chill crept up his spine, and Conan anxiously threw off the tablecloth and ran out to search everywhere.

At this time, the police also discovered that the target they were monitoring had mysteriously disappeared.

"Quickly, go and look around the neighborhood!"

"Hai!"

Inspector Megure was even more anxious than Conan.

Although this matter is ultimately not under his jurisdiction... but if something happens in his own territory and under his nose, he will inevitably get a scolding afterward.

The police officers and Conan ran around frantically, but they couldn't find Shigehiko Tobuchi's location.

Just then, the shutter of a flash went off, followed by a flash that was particularly eye-catching in the darkness.

"No matter how precious this photo is, you can't capture it with a flash, okay?" Naomichi Mukura demonstrated excellent hosting skills, remaining calm and composed in the face of an unexpected situation, easily and humorously defusing the awkwardness.

"Hahaha." The guests laughed politely.

Conan stopped in his tracks; he thought he had just heard a different sound.

The sound of a pistol firing with a silencer attached.

He thought with certainty.

Then came the crisp sound of glass shattering.

"what sound?"

The noise was loud enough for most of the guests present to hear.

A purple handkerchief slowly landed on Conan's head.

Conan took it off, his brow furrowed.

Realizing that something unexpected had happened, the presenter finally stopped playing the PowerPoint presentation and turned on the lights that had been off.

"what!!!!"

Before Conan could figure out how the purple headscarf appeared, he heard a high-pitched scream.

He looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that the table lamp hanging above his head had fallen to the ground at some point. Under the lamp was the senator Shigehiko Tobuchi, whom Conan and the detective had been searching for for a long time and was now no longer moving.

A gloomy atmosphere settled over my heart.

......

"Oh dear, your organization members are really too lame."

"Starlight" took Vermouth's hand and said to her with a smile.

Vermouth seemed to have gotten used to it, which meant it had been like this for a long time.

Although she thought to herself, "I don't think I'm that close to you, am I?", the power of "starlight" was just too great... Even with her secret efforts, she couldn't break free at all.

To avoid being discovered and ridiculed—she had come to realize during their brief time together that "Starlight" was that kind of person—she decided to pretend not to care and let him hold her arm.

"I think this is a good idea."

Vermouth answered her casually.

"Really? But I don't think you need to think of anything, this Pisco doesn't have long to live."

"Ok?"

Vermouth stared intently at the "starlight".

The other party was clearly asking her about the purpose of her visit just a moment ago... but now they're saying this, which obviously means they already know.

It must be an incredibly powerful intelligence network that was able to find out what was going on in such a short time.

No, at that speed, no intelligence network could help; it could only be that the BOSS himself leaked it to her.

So... the only possibility is that this guy actually knew all along.