Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

"How is it? It tastes pretty good, right? I ordered this cup considering your preferences. You should know that I am..." She was choked by Winnet's frown when she was halfway through her words.

Winette put down her glass and coughed softly.

"Don't mind me. I just don't like alcohol. It's not that the flavoring is bad: it has a citrus flavor, which I still like... But the way of coercion is not good. You are always like this."

But you just fall for it, don't you? She curled her lips, with a smile in her eyes.

"Are you free these two days? Come with me." She said, "The development of electronic equipment has been really rapid recently. As an intelligence officer, I can't fall behind in learning this. I joined a chat room for magic lovers, and they are planning an offline gathering."

Offline gathering?

Winette didn't know what Vermouth was up to. In fact, it was just a meeting with an online friend. A big star, and a member of an organization, is this really okay? She pressed her fingers to the edge of her temple and sighed.

It couldn't be a simple offline gathering. Winnet wanted to ask the reason, but when she thought of her secretive style, she felt that it was meaningless. "It's okay if I'm here to accompany you, but forget about meeting with so-called netizens." She sat lazily like Vermouth, showing an uninterested expression.

"Then I won't go either," she said. "There's still some time to rest, so I want to stay at your place for a few days," she said to Winnet.

"How do you explain your identity?"

Vermouth crossed her legs, as if she had expected Winnett's objection.

"Just say they are friends from abroad." Vermouth curled her hair and said.

"It's very troublesome. I have my own interpersonal relationships." She took out a small notebook from her pocket, which was densely filled with names and affairs. She turned a page to show Vermouth, "It's hard for me to take care of them."

"With your memory, it looks like an excuse." Vermouth said, taking a sip of the wine on the table.

At this time, Vermouth took out a piece of cloth from her palm and briefly covered the wine glass. Regardless of whether Winnet could see clearly, she shook it and the wine glass was filled with white liquid again. It smelled like milk. Winnet raised her eyebrows. This was a magic trick. Combined with what she just said about the chat room, maybe she really had a hobby in this area.

"You can do magic?" She said, picking up the wine glass and observing the whole thing. With her level of vision, she couldn't analyze the principle of the whole magic trick. Moreover, she didn't have the experience of learning this kind of visual deception. This was not something a beginner could do. Generally, a beginner would hide a card in the palm of his hand, or do some tricks of threading a rope, but at least it was not as quick and substantial as hers. When she thought of this, Vermouth suddenly conjured a flower in her hand, interrupting her train of thought.

"I studied it a little before," she said. "I seem to have a talent for it, and so do you, in disguise. But I don't think you are very interested in magic, although it is very good for deceiving girls."

"The one who taught you the art of disguise is a magician?"

Winnet found a potential connection from the scattered words. She looked at Vermouth, who neither confirmed nor denied it.

This made her believe that she had indeed learned that terrible skill from a magician, and that she had taught it to her without permission, perhaps violating some oath. How could such a skill that could make a living be taught casually? She was grateful to Belmode, but also resentful, in a very contradictory mood. Facing her request, it was difficult for her to completely refuse, but she would not completely obey. She believed that Belmode had a purpose, and this so-called offline gathering must be unusual.

Maybe it has something to do with the person who taught her the art of disguise, otherwise why would she mention it?

The so-called secrecy is also secretive and obscure when it is revealed. In short, it does not make things clear and leaves people guessing for themselves.

"Oh, are you so interested in this matter? Why don't you just accept my invitation?" She hooked Winnet's chin seriously, with a smile in her eyes.

This incident did catch Winnet's attention.

She nodded helplessly, indicating that she accepted Vermouth's invitation. The time has been set, in mid-January. In fact, Winnet didn't know exactly when it was, and just said to wait for her contact. Vermouth was very happy when she heard it, and ordered two more glasses of wine for herself, saying that she would take the opportunity to relax. "With you here, I'm not worried at all." Winnet reminded her that it would be troublesome to get drunk, and she said so.

Maybe the vacation was just a cover-up, Winette thought.

During the New Year, no one knew what Vermouth was busy with. Although they probably didn't have the habit of celebrating the Japanese New Year, people are easily affected by the atmosphere, especially a sentimental woman like Vermouth.

When Vermouth had finished drinking, Winnett helped her up. Her breath was still full of alcohol, but it also had a refreshing aroma that didn't make people feel sick. She exuded a liberal style, walked out the door, took out a cigarette, and asked Winnett to take her car. "I don't dare to sit in it." Winnett maintained a negative view of drunk driving, "Just let me drive."

"Hey, can you drive?" Vermouth dropped the cigarette in her hand.

"Once or twice," she answered.

"Well, did God give me a new pair of eyes, my angel?" Vermouth asked in English. She did feel confused.

Before, she could clearly feel Winnet's insensitivity to the scenery, but now the effect was almost gone, as if her vision had been restored, but those eyes did not look intact at all.

She almost put her nose to Winette's face, as if examining an antique. Winette pushed her face away.

"Forget it, I'll call a driver for you," she told her.

"It's okay. I can drink a lot. I was just pretending to be drunk. You really don't know how to sympathize with others... I say, do you treat that girl the same way? Hmm..."

"You said you weren't drunk..."

She was a little depressed. Vermouth was not such an unwise person, but it was also possible that she wanted to relax as she said. Winnet's designated driver arrived soon. Clyde took off his round felt hat, looked at Vermouth for a moment, and then glanced at Winnet with an inquiring look.

Winnet signaled him not to ask any more questions and asked Vermouth where they were going.

The address puzzled her. It was an old apartment, not something that someone like Vermouth would choose. Thinking of the target she mentioned, the other party might be nearby. It was not far from Beika Town, and it was not far from Teitan High School. Beika Hospital was also nearby. She did not ask any more questions and returned the car to Vermouth.

About three days later, she received a call.

"What are you doing? Vermouth, this is not what we agreed on!" She looked at Vermouth who had lowered the window, and for the first time she felt a real headache. "How are you going to explain our relationship?" Winnett said. Vermouth now did not appear as an elite woman, but as a male college student. Winnett felt that she looked familiar, but she could not remember where she had seen her.

"Well, how about your suitor?" Vermouth answered with a gentle and elegant man's face.

"It would bother me."

Winnet said.

Chairs and chairs?

After Vermouth's explanation, Winnett almost understood her identity; now she finally remembered where she had seen this face, from Sonoko. Xiaolan also mentioned this handsome and gentle school doctor and basketball coach - Sonoko's words. She also teased Xiaolan with this, but he said that he was not her type. In short, after figuring out his identity, Winnett could also get a glimpse of her behavior - she might be doing this to search for Shirley.

In the last incident, the organization had learned of Shirley's appearance and believed that she was most likely hiding near Beika Town.

However, the organization cannot conduct a census. If Vermouth wants to find Shirley, it is reasonable to target both colleges and high schools. Given Shirley's identity, it is difficult to obtain an identity certificate, and it is almost impossible to transfer her household registration to the location of the university, so high school is the appropriate choice. In addition, public high schools and universities have similarities, and the probability is also low. Among the remaining private high schools and aristocratic girls' schools, the latter have higher requirements for resumes and may even test family background. It is reasonable for Vermouth to target Teitan High School.

It seems that she has not yet realized the poison that can turn people into children.

"Well, that's true. You are a rich lady now. With my status, it's a bit too high for me to marry." Vermouth teased.

It sounded like sarcasm, and Winnet frowned.

“Then let’s just say we’re friends,” Vermouth said with a smile, “Although there are doctors in the group you planned, it’s normal to entrust regular physical examinations to private clinics. We can say to the outside world that we are partners. And this time, I took the initiative to invite you... However, you have to show some interest in magic, but your eyesight makes this statement untenable. Well, after all, it’s still…”

Winette interrupted Vermouth: "I should have rejected you decisively... Besides, you are not familiar with the work of this appearance yet, right? Isn't it a bit putting the cart before the horse to be busy attending an offline meeting in a chat room?"

But this was just a complaint before leaving, and it was too late to change it now. Besides, maybe Vermouth introduced her in the wrong way in the chat room. If she wanted to bring an unrelated person, she should at least inform others.

Although they were also traveling, but the person traveling with them was Vermouth, she used this excuse not to tell Mingmei and Xiaoai about this. The car was a common economical model, and the radio was on, playing a music program. After playing one song, the next one immediately started. It was playing a new song sung by Takayama Minami. The concert that Vodka went to was the live version.

九５０⒈８０９０９

Winette felt bored and asked Vermouth casually.

"The original new doctor...did you kill him?"

Vermouth shook her head, nodded slightly and glanced at Winnet. Although she was much taller than her, the height difference seemed to be exacerbated after she disguised herself as a man.

"I'm not that cruel. He had a car accident and happened to be the right person, so you can see the changes now. Otherwise, I rarely make such abrupt decisions."

Winnett looked confused: "Coincidence?"

"At least I don't think anything is wrong." Vermouth turned the steering wheel and said, "Although I know you are worried about me, it is not a good habit to be too suspicious."

"It seems like you are very confident in playing him."

"Well, I've watched him," she said. "He's quite popular in school."

"But when you were talking in the chat room, weren't you still new? Wouldn't that arouse suspicion when we meet?" she asked.

"No problem. I originally communicated with them in a male tone. Besides, I'm different from those inexperienced little girls. They can't tell."

Winette sighed.

The Internet is truly an illegal place.

……

364 Offline Meetings

"It was snowing, the ground was slippery, and the location was in a deserted mountainous area... It gave me a bad feeling."

Winnet whispered softly. She had experienced this kind of experience in a mountain villa twice, and each time it was related to a murder. Although it had been raining before, snow would also reduce visibility at night.

"Ah, that's not like you!" Vermouth shrugged and said, "I believe in so-called premonitions."

"Why don't you believe it?"

"Well, because of 'God's guidance'?"

"Well, it's just something that happened. Experience reminds me that such scenes usually accompany events." Winette didn't want to talk about the murder case in detail.

"Don't worry, Japan is a very safe country."

"Maybe," Winnett said, "but an environment that advocates peace is also likely to breed dissatisfaction among people. They are often hidden in the dark and difficult to regulate, and eventually evolve into criminal cases. Under the dominance of a peaceful environment, such cases will be more concealed. The Japanese are accustomed to repression, and once an outbreak occurs, it will be difficult to contain them." She added that her words were meaningless, but she had witnessed so many cases with her own eyes that she thought Japanese murders were common.

If you just look through the data, the numbers really don't do justice to the frequency of cases she comes into contact with.

"Well, it seems that you are not very comfortable living in Japan. I am curious about why you are bored with these kinds of cases. If it were you in the past, you would definitely be interested in them. What caused you to change like this... Well, we can talk about it later."

Vermouth used an ambiguous statement to pass it over, and did not pursue her words. The sky seemed to be reflected by the snow, and the clouds were clearly visible. There was no sign of change in the short term, and her worries probably would not come true. I don't know if there are other villas or houses nearby. There is only one road, and on both sides are thick snow-covered forests. It is so quiet that only the sound of car engines can be heard.

They turned into a branch path, at the end of which was a suspension bridge across the cliffs.

Winnett listened to the shaking sound and found that the bridge was stable. The broken wall was about 20 meters high, and there was frozen river water below, which seemed a little dangerous.

"You hardly asked me about network communications. Are you not interested?" Vermouth asked while walking on the bridge.

"Yes. What's your name?"

"The attitude is a bit too perfunctory...My online name is Qianmian," she said.

A thousand faces... a witch with a thousand faces.

To some extent, this does sound like a nickname that magic enthusiasts would use. However, it was too similar to her nickname, which made Winnett stunned for a moment.

"It would be fun if you caused someone to take off your mask."

"You'll protect me, right?"

The coffin is meant to be a reminder of the old wife

Hearing her say this, Winnet smiled a little.

"You're a grown man, and you want me to protect you?"

“He has a bookish air.”

"Some people also say that I have the temperament of a princess."

"I quite agree with this, Cinderella."

Winnet slightly moved away, showing a disdainful attitude. This made Vermouth smile even more, and she even took out a small camera from somewhere and took a photo of Winnet.

"Generally, this requires the consent of the parties involved, right?"

Winnet warned her, but she didn't expect Vermouth to listen to her. The latter used a man's tone to act coquettishly, and just one look made Winnet look weird, as if goose bumps appeared on her body, and she felt that this was simply Vermouth's bad taste.

Vermouth adjusted her collar and smiled shyly.

"I'm still getting familiar with it. This is the secret of being a good actor."

"nausea."

Her harmless appearance made Winnet feel uncomfortable.

This was one of the few things that made her feel uneasy. If someone as capable as Vermouth appeared around her, she would have no way of telling. Although Vermouth was relatively honest with her, the fear from the unknown had not completely disappeared. The possibility existed like an abstract shadow... A large part of her fear of the organization came from this.

At the end of the suspension bridge was a villa, and next to it was a warehouse. The surroundings were either dense forests or cliffs, and the only way to get through was the suspension bridge. This arrangement had a strong sense of déjà vu, but she did not mention it again, and silently followed behind Vermouth. After they arrived in front of the house, Vermouth knocked on the door.

The door is half open.

"Hello, I'm here to attend the party." said Vermouth.

"welcome."

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man in a brown sweater. He looked Vermouth up and down.

"Ah, you must be Qianmian. I didn't expect you to be such a young and handsome man, haha."

He laughed and judged. He didn't know if it was because they were the last to arrive, or because Vermouth imitated men on the Internet so vividly that he guessed their identities as soon as they met. Winnett was more inclined to the former. It was not so easy to guess someone like Vermouth, but it was also possible that she deliberately created it.

"How did you guess that?" Vermouth showed curiosity.

And the man was waiting for him to ask this question, and Winnet read his expression.

"In fact, the only people who haven't arrived yet are you, the Escape King, and the magician's apprentice... We already know the identity of the Escape King—"

"So that's it."

Vermouth made a look of sudden realization.

"Sure enough, you can feel it too," he said.

Up to this point, Winette was a little confused.

“Yeah.” Vermouth nodded. “The magician’s apprentice, the way he speaks and the topics he’s passionate about, it’s easy to tell that she’s a girl.”