Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Fortunately, Gin's purpose was to torture her, and all the shots were aimed at torturing her, with abrasions and skin injuries accounting for the vast majority.

She did not fall directly down because the chimney wall took up the force.

The weak Ai noticed the movement in the chimney, opened her eyes, and saw herself covered in blood. If you ignore the difference in clothing, even she herself can't tell the difference. It's as if the person in front of her knows her very well, so that she can perform vividly. Her voice is the same as hers, but it's much weaker than when she was asked to wait here just now... Ai noticed that her body was full of gunshot wounds: Gin and Vodka must be upstairs, they found her in the chimney, so they waited on the top floor. Then she must have suffered for her, and there must be only one person who would do this and who could notice this.

What's going on? Why is she here? She was panting. I wanted to touch her but I didn't have the strength. She was even weaker than when she turned back into an adult.

"Winnette."

She murmured, and then felt the tearing pain again. Red, blue and white spots appeared in her vision, and her brain felt a stabbing pain like needles, making her scream.

"It actually worked."

Hearing Miyano Shiho's voice, Xiao Ai regained consciousness and raised her head from the ground. Xiao Ai paused, breathed a sigh of relief, and said hesitantly, "You always surprise me, and you have a bad taste. Could it be that he told me..."

Winnet, dressed as Miyano Shiho, shook her head. She didn't want to explain this matter, but simply disliked Kudo Shinichi. Winnet didn't complain, but comforted Ai, "It's okay now, let's go."

"Go?" Xiao Ai murmured in a low voice.

The next second, she found that her body had become lighter and was floating.

To be precise, she was held in Winnet's arms.

But visually and physically, it felt like I was being hugged by a larger version of myself, which was a very strange feeling.

"Pisco... Pisco brought me here." She thought of something and said, "Be careful, he may have arrived."

"He's not coming."

"No..." Xiao Ai chewed on the word, her expression became ugly again, and her voice was filled with regret, "You gave him... This is all because of me, it's all my fault!"

Her regret had never been so frank, her voice revealed grief, and every time Winnet staggered, she felt that her heart was shaking. Then, she thought of Winnet's wounds, and her worries and regrets became even worse, and they multiplied rapidly in her confidence like germs.

"What were you thinking? I didn't kill him... He just had other things to do, so he couldn't come."

She got closer and closer to the door, and stopped about three meters away. "You should leave quickly too." She said while holding Xiao Ai. The small shadow hiding behind the shelves of the wine cellar could not be hidden from her. Some people described her as a phantom killer, but the fact is that even phantoms could not escape her perception. She took out a pistol from her arms, pushed down a shelf, and with two whooshes, the alcohol spreading in the room began to burn.

At this time, Xiao Ai no longer had the strength to speak.

"Who are you exactly?"

Conan imitated the man's voice that he had casually adjusted on the top floor.

"As for me... Oh, I see. It was you who was behind the scenes, delaying Pisco." She laughed. "You are really good at this. Your question is exactly what I want to ask. Who are you to Sherry?"

"Just a friend." He replied, "I was wondering if you were Pisco, but now it seems that you are not him... It can be seen that your organization really cares about this operation. Not only did they send Pisco, Gin and others, but you are also helping in secret! Although I don't know how you disguised yourself as her, please put her down, otherwise I will have to reveal to the police your plan to let the art lamp fall on Councillor Tunkou's head. From the looks of you, you should also be planning to save her from them, don't we have the same goal?"

Winnet covered her forehead and laughed. Kudo was really good at bewitching people. That was true. If she took Ai away from Kudo Shinichi, it would be troublesome for Ai to explain herself later. It would be better to give her to her now, so that she could become someone who stayed in the organization but had a relationship with Miyano Shiho.

"The price... the price is your life. Remember, I will take it away next time."

Winnett said so, put Ai some distance away from the sea of ​​fire, and opened the door to let in the disappearing blue moonlight. She left without hesitation, sending a signal to Conan. At this time, she had to return to Vermouth. And her method of preventing Pisco from returning here was even simpler. During the time when the venue was dark, a camera was pointed at them. Pisco must have made some movements to shoot the chandelier, and although he used a handkerchief to block the firelight, it could not cover up his suspicious behavior.

The reason why she remembered the incident so clearly was due to a joke made by the host.

Because of the flash, you can see the shape clearly even in the dark.

Pisco, who was some distance away from the chandelier, might not have noticed it, but she was not far from the chandelier at the time and was extremely sensitive to the light source.

Compared to an insignificant Shirley, one's own safety is more worthy of attention.

Winnett takes off Shirley's disguise, puts back into the role of Vermouth's translator, and meets her outside the hotel.

"I didn't expect you would help him to this extent." Vermouth said unexpectedly. Seeing that Winnett didn't reply, she continued, "Pisco has processed the film. You know, it just happened to capture the scene of him shooting. If this film is circulated, he will definitely be the headline of tomorrow's newspaper."

"Isn't that great? I haven't made the headlines yet," Wynette joked.

"If you want your death to make the headlines, I can help you with that."

"That's fine. I need God to judge me for what I've done... but I don't like mediocre people to judge me."

Winnett's expression and tone were familiar to Vermouth. She said, "He will not judge you. You are so cunning - well, but I like this about you. Speaking of which, Qin is really slow. I was planning to hitchhike."

"Didn't we come here by car?"

"The car is rented, so let them reclaim it here at the Beihu Hotel. I plan to enjoy my leisure time in Japan for the time being, and the fewer people who know the star Chris, the better. My Angel, don't you plan to take me home as a guest?"

I have thought about it and led three prayers.

"I don't want the bed in the house to have any more sour taste."

"Well, we can always find a hotel if you want."

Vermouth covered her mouth and chuckled.

……

354 Explain interruption and monitoring

Winnet curled her lips, pretending not to hear her, and refused her proposal to ride in the Porsche 356A.

Vermouth might not have noticed it, but it’s hard to say for Gin, whose nose is as sensitive as a dog’s. If he smells the blood on her, all his efforts might be wasted.

Although it seemed a bit strange to travel alone at this time, the place she was going back to was a residential area, and it was not appropriate to take Gin's car. Besides, there were many reasons to explain this.

"Not interested. I'm leaving."

"God has made you more and more lonely. But it doesn't matter. I will start to change you. I just happen to have some free time - don't think I'm annoying. If you don't want some of your secrets to be known by people who shouldn't know - you are very smart -"

"That's not going to happen."

"Oh?"

"Because you're a woman of few words."

"Oh, I haven't heard you praise me for a long time. Yes, secrets make women more attractive! You are also fascinating to me."

Winnet couldn't win the argument, and she estimated that the time was about right, so she started to move, "Gin and the others are here, but their pace is a little strange, are they injured?"

Vermouth blinked and said, "Injured - are you kidding? It's been a long time since I heard of such a thing."

"Won't you know when he comes? I am still very confident in my ears."

"Ok."

Winnet gave Vermouth a hug, then waved her arms and walked towards where Clyde was waiting.

Although the previous injury was not very serious, it still needed to be treated. She could feel the blood bubbles on her skin gurgling as if making sounds.

Only after getting in the car and relaxing did I feel a sense of tiredness.

The day suddenly became a mess.

After a short nap, Winnett thought about whether to rush over to take a look at Ai. Regarding this incident, and explaining that she didn't care about it, Ai's personality might be very concerned and feel uneasy.

At this time, I wish my shoulder could come in handy.

Perhaps influenced by this adventure that Xiao Ai had taken without informing her, a cunning thought took over. Winnet stood up from the car, and her mind calmed down a little in the breeze.

Using these psychological manipulation methods is too low-level.

but.

After all, I still hope that Ai can rely on her a little more.

After explaining some things about Kenzo Masuyama to Clyde, Winette walked into her own courtyard. The house also had a small warehouse, which was cleaned up after Mingmei arrived, and some medicines and daily supplies were placed inside. After simply treating the wound under the pale yellow light bulb, Winette hurried back to the house and ran into Mingmei who was watching TV in the living room.

On TV was the city's preparations for Christmas.

Winnet stopped and stared at the special interview program. She was confused by the change in time. She had not made enough preparations in advance. Christmas. A few years ago, it was a holiday that needed to be celebrated with rich preparations, but after coming to Japan, it was not so solemn. How should I celebrate this year? Just as she was thinking about these things, Mingmei was already standing beside her, waving her palm in front of her eyes.

"Excuse me, I can feel it without even looking at it."

Mingmei smiled and leaned over the sofa, supporting her cheeks with her hands, like a carefree girl. She spoke in a voice full of girlishness, "Ah, how should we spend Christmas this year? How can we make Shirley happy and feel surprised? Your expression has already betrayed you! It's great to be young, don't you think? Christmas is next Friday, and it's a holiday that couples can't miss."

Winette touched her cheek. She thought it was good that her paleness was not exposed. Unexpectedly, Mingmei could find other information from it.

My heart skipped a beat.

The screen switched. It was an emergency report about the fire at the Beihu Hotel, and it also mentioned the murder of Councillor Tunkou.

"No one would think that," Winnett said, "which means that we can't participate in those activities that are heavily promoted."

If it were the 20th century, meeting in a club or bar would have been more mainstream.

Mingmei uttered a slight nasal sound, "You say one thing and mean another."

Although they had such thoughts, they had just experienced something unpleasant. For Winnet, this was also a dangerous move. It would be a lie to say that she didn't care at all, especially with that kid Kudo Shinichi interfering. How could she be happy?

"But no matter what, well... we still have to prepare. Christmas should look like Christmas."

A nonsense sentence.

"As for the daytime, the church also has activities, and this is a good opportunity to preach. Many people are still very interested in Christmas gifts and toys... I mean, I'm afraid I won't be able to decorate the house well that day, maybe I should prepare in advance."

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"I'm here to help."

Mingmei sensed the strangeness in Winnet's words, but she still smiled as usual.

That's great. Winette expressed a similar idea, and Mingmei watched TV shows together to plan some ideas for the decoration. A K-store's marketing strategy was successful, and even Mingmei planned to buy a roast chicken set.

"Why don't we just pick up Ai and the Doctor?"

Suddenly, Mingmei suggested this.

It is a bit difficult to make special arrangements for the elderly and children to celebrate the festival. Although Dr. Agasa strongly denies that he is old, he appears to be so on the surface.

While they were discussing, the phone rang.

The number belongs to the doctor.

Winette knew who was on the other side of the line.

She took a breath, and the complex emotions deep in her abdomen burned together and turned into a short sentence.

"How is your health?"

Xiao Ai, who originally wanted to ask about Winnet's injury, was stunned. All the words she had organized before seemed to be blown away by a strong gust of wind, and she suddenly stammered.

"pretty good."

She thought back to her plan. First she would ask Winnet about her injuries, then use the nightmare as a starting point to tell her what had happened during the day.

She had confirmed from Conan that he had not informed Winnett, which meant that Winnett was there as a member of the organization, and Gin must have told Pisco and the others about this. She also felt that there were people from other organizations, maybe Winnett, maybe not. If it was Winnett, would she be afraid of her?

It should be someone else——

Then he explained his experience with Gin and the reason for going to the Haido Hotel, and finally apologized relatively sincerely. Another purpose was to find a reason to ask her out. Christmas might be a good time, but Winette might want to stay at home because of some traditional influences.

correct!

Lines lines.

——How is your injury? I’m sorry, I was the one who made all the decisions in the hotel.

You can choke up moderately and be unable to speak during the process, and try your best to show that you have reflected on yourself, and you really have reflected on yourself...

"that……"

"During Christmas, Mingmei and I would like to invite you and the Doctor to come here. We plan to decorate it a little bit, and if your friends have time, you can invite them to come too."

The tone was unnaturally polite, Winnet realized only after she said it.

“——Ah, no problem——”

Xiao Ai's rhythm was disrupted again. Her fantasy of a Christmas together was beginning to break down, but it was good that everyone was having fun, but she felt that the distance between her and Winnet was slightly pulled away. Xiao Ai stared at the messy living room while holding the phone in a daze, thinking that this incident must have made Winnet very sad, so she was not very willing to listen to her explanation.

If she had thought about it a little more -

"But I still have to ask what they say."

"Well, that's settled."

Winnet's tone softened. She was already thinking about baking more gingerbread. When she was in the small town, her gingerbread was very popular.

It was as if the conversation had ended and the words were stuck in my throat.

"--Uh, I have something important to tell you."

Right at this moment.

The voices coming from the TV, the humming of the engine outside, and the distorted voice of Xiao Ai on the phone all lost their color. Winette's heart, which had originally wanted to talk to Xiao Ai about the Beihu Hotel, froze. Mingmei witnessed the change in her expression. The gentle smile and narrowed eyebrows disappeared in an instant, and the sharp edges of her face were revealed. The hazy purple eyes seemed to flow with some chaotic colors, which was extremely terrifying.

Mingmei also became nervous all of a sudden. She had never seen Winnet like this and didn't know what was going on.