Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

"granddaughter!?"

Araki Yoshizawa instantly thought of a possibility, "Could it be!?"

Miss Tanaka nodded slightly.

"That's right. My grandpa used my identity to communicate with you... that is, he used the online name of Deception Boy. The reason I know this is that when I was sorting out my grandpa's clothes, I saw the record he kept of that conversation. I always thought it was strange. He was obviously as weak as before, so why did he suddenly say that he wanted to perform an escape magic trick?"

"But that's..."

As soon as Miss Kuroda opened her mouth, Miss Tanaka understood.

She interrupted, "Yes, it was my grandfather who killed himself on a whim. I will never be angry with you for such a thing, but I can never forgive Mr. Nishiyama and Mr. Hamano for their comments about my grandfather after his accidental death—"

——He would have loved to die on the stage (laughs).

——This is what is called the only hope for the elderly (laughs).

Although the words were not too offensive, the attitude was to treat it as a joke, and there was also suspicion of defamation in the subsequent remarks.

It turned out to be like this, Winnet sighed slightly.

To her, it was more of a farce than murder.

Ms. Tanaka continued, "My grandfather originally wanted to announce his true identity to everyone after the escape trick was successful... He wanted to write, 'I finally succeeded, I wonder what everyone thinks of this magic trick? Signed - Deception Boy and Harui Fuden.' When I saw his unsent words, I suddenly felt regretful and unwilling, so I couldn't help but do this."

Miss Kuroda said politely: "However, if they knew that the one who deceived the boy was Master Chunjing...they wouldn't..."

"That's right," Tanaka didn't deny it, "but I think he has noticed it."

"who is it?"

"Doi Ta. Because the day before my grandfather's performance, I received an encouraging email from him."

"But why does he know that?" Huang Yi asked.

“I see.” Vermouth, who had been standing aside in silence for a long time, suddenly said, “As long as we reverse the katakana of Doi Takeki and reassemble it——”

"what!"

Several people were surprised at the same time.

Winnet herself had not expected this. Although she was familiar with Japanese writing, she had rarely used it to play word games.

As for the answer to the mystery, there is no need for anyone to reveal it.

On the windowsill of Mr. Hamano's room, a white cloak fluttered in the moonlight.

Kaitou Kidd!

At this time, Conan also disappeared. Winette guessed that he should go up to find Xiaolan. After all, it was really worrying for her girlfriend to stay with a thief who came and went without a trace.

In this case, the reason why Vermouth came here is——

One hundred percent correct, she thought.

Winette whispered to Vermouth, "You already knew that Doi Tower was Kaito Kid, right?"

"Is that so?" Vermouth pretended to be stupid.

"Tsk."

"Didn't you solve the mystery without telling me?" she asked in return. "The person who helped you collect these details was the little detective, right?"

"Is that so?" Winnett responded in kind.

Vermouth said the first thought that popped into her head: "Childish!"

"But I still got something unexpected." Vermouth nodded towards the windowsill, where Kaito Kidd was standing with his back to the fence, as if he was talking to someone in the house. He was the only one being targeted.

Could it be that even Kaito Kidd knows his identity?

She wanted to help hide it, but she really made herself look bad.

……

upstairs.

"Actually, these are your deductions, right, Detective?"

"Where's Xiaolan!?"

Kidd: "She's already sleeping soundly next door. I can't resist that expression."

"I didn't expect you to take such action," Conan stared at him. "Red Herring, just like your online name, we were all fooled by you."

"I didn't mean to confuse you. I came here because I was wondering why the deceitful boy who should have died long ago would continue to communicate. That's all." Kidd explained, "In fact, Deceitful Boy was the pseudonym that Harui Fuchuen used on stage when he debuted. I knew she was his granddaughter at first sight, and I saw through her being a spy, but I didn't expect her to kill someone... By the time I noticed it, it was too late."

Kidd lowered his head and turned his face away, "It's really embarrassing."

"Human emotions usually hinder reasoning and make it difficult for people to see the facts clearly... I really want to stop this tragic murder case." Conan said regretfully.

"I'm not a detective, and you're down with a cold." Kidd said helplessly.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew.

He adjusted his hat and said, "See you later, Detective."

"When the clock strikes the end of the century, we will meet again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a light pink smoke obscured the view, and in the blink of an eye, only the shadow of a white hang glider was left in the sky.

This guy is so pretentious!

Conan thought.

……

373 It’s a pity that I can’t get started

Kidd flew up into the sky, and Sonoko emerged from the window. She took action when she realized this, but she was a little late in rushing upstairs... She shouted "Kid-sama" to the sky, but received no response, and finally collapsed like a bean sprout in the hot air.

"I really envy you!" Sonoko stared at Conan unkindly, "If I had known he was Doita..." She folded her arms, her face full of pity, regret, and even tragic expressions.

Conan turned his face away, looking helpless. He turned around and went to the next room, where he ran into Winette who happened to be coming upstairs, accompanied by the doctor named Shinde.

I'm being entangled, he thought.

Anyway, the person being targeted is not Xiaolan, so let Haibara worry about it!

Just as Conan was about to open the door, he saw this gentle young man with slightly old-fashioned glasses staring at him with interest.

"I heard that you helped Miss Winnet a lot," he said. "Your observation is really careful. The reasoning just now is really wonderful..."

"Haha," Conan said as he opened the door, "that's mainly due to Sister Winette. I just helped a little."

He is not stupid enough to take credit at this time.

"No." Winnet denied lightly, with a dark brown coat draped over her shoulders.

Conan felt that Shinde seemed to be hinting at something, but he quickly thought he was overthinking it.

Vermouth's newborn is much taller than the high school student version of Kudo Shinichi. He is not only kind and handsome, but just standing there can make men in the same situation feel awkward. He is wearing a dark green sweater and a simple silver watch on his left hand, without any extra decoration. He has handsome features and a kind face, which is common in film and television dramas. He conservatively combines the most common facial features on TV, coupled with his bright eyes, which makes people unable to find fault, as if those considerate, gentle and rich TV characters are based on him as a template.

Conan opened the door, looked inside, and saw Xiaolan lying peacefully on the bed.

She was breathing evenly and sleeping soundly.

He exhaled slowly.

Vermouth followed him in, and Winnet had to follow her and stand in front of the bed.

"It looks like she was given a mild anesthetic." Vermouth adjusted her glasses and covered Xiaolan with the light green blanket beside the bed.

His actions slightly aroused the jealous boy's vigilance.

"Fortunately, that Phantom Thief is not a bad guy. Let Mao Li sleep a little longer now, it will be dawn soon."

Conan nodded slightly. He agreed with the idea of ​​taking care of Xiaolan.

They slowly left the room, listened to Sonoko's wailing for a few seconds, and dragged her downstairs. Miss Tanaka was very quiet after admitting her crime, and no one treated her as a vicious criminal. They felt pity mixed with a little fear, which was about it. About an hour later, the sun brushed over the ridge, and after a while, the sky cleared up, and the sound of helicopter propellers appeared immediately, like the music of a ritual.

Then came the part where Megure and Mori appeared. After the touching father-daughter hug, Miss Tanaka took the initiative to confess and turned herself in, saving Winnet a lot of trouble. If she had to explain the so-called modus operandi to the police officer again, it would have been a headache. Without Conan to explain it for her this time, her tongue would have become a typewriter in the early 20th century - clacking non-stop.

Since the suspension bridge was burned, the only way to leave was by helicopter. She didn't go with Xiaolan and the others, on the one hand because Sonoko was full of sadness and hysterics, and on the other hand she had to deal with this guy Vermouth. This made Conan look at her strangely, as if asking "Don't you want to get rid of this guy?" Although this is the truth, it is too rude to do so - in fact, it is not the case at all.

Kogoro takes Xiaolan and Conan on a self-driving tour, so they naturally won't travel together.

“When,” Vermouth sat in the driver’s seat, “I didn’t even notice you two talking. Look, it can’t be that you are telepathically communicating, right?”

"Who are you talking about?" Winnett looked confused.

"Of course you and the little detective. I was almost always by your side. Almost, yes... I was not around the corner of the bathroom, but it was only a few tens of seconds, which is probably not enough to explain all that. I don't think you are very interested in this case. Could it be that he was talking behind you?"

Vermouth's tone tends to be joking, which sounds as absurd as when Ms. Kuroda said Conan was the murderer.

But it is true.

But at least that's what Vermouth thought.

"Just tell me the clues." She tore away her shame. "Although it's very far-fetched, after eliminating all the impossibilities, the seemingly impossible may also be the truth. By the way... who said this?"

"It should be 'Eliminate all that is impossible, and whatever remains, no matter how unbelievable, must be the truth.'" Vermouth shrugged. "It's from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, said by Conan Doyle."

"Would you read this kind of book?" Winnie pulled on the inky seat belt and relaxed her body.

"Do you think I'm the kind of woman who doesn't strive for progress? I read whenever I have free time, whether it's magazines, popular science books or novels." She laughed and started the car. "My sweetheart, do you want to go out for a walk next?"

"No… Besides, you stayed up all night, don't you want to get some beauty sleep or something? I thought you would want that."

"Hey, of course it's because it's nothing compared to being with you."

Winnet pouted, not caring about Vermouth's trash talk. They went down the mountain and turned to the road back to Tokyo. She insisted on sending her to her residence, which gave Winnet a headache; then, she handed her a black-bordered business card with another phone number printed on it. Winnet knew that this was her hint that she could call her even if she had nothing to do.

In the end, although I got off the car nearby, I ran into Mingmei.

"Who is that?" Mingmei came up and asked.

"You went out," Winnett didn't want to explain, "Did you go out to play?"

Mingmei was not in a hurry. She shook her head.

"Have you forgotten what you promised me last time? I have been attending classes at a training institution recently to make preparations. Not only that, the senior you introduced me to has also helped me a lot... I am still a little uncomfortable with my sudden change of identity to a foreigner, but I will try my best."

She mentioned this with a smile.

Winnett almost forgot that Mingmei had such a request.

She must have held it in for too long, she thought.

But the conversation about training did not take place. Mingmei stared at the direction where the car drove away with her smart eyes, and then blinked at Winnett, with no intention of exposing the issue.

As far as she knew, Winnett seldom interacted with men. Most of her work was related to her work, mainly contacting Mr. Clyde and several church staff. Although she only took a quick glance at the person driving just now, she still noticed a few key points -

Young and handsome.

"This is something that cannot be glossed over, Miss Winnet."

Mingmei reminded with a sense of crisis. Driven by her anxiety, Winnet finally couldn't remain indifferent. She told Mingmei that he was a doctor who cooperated with her, but on the surface, he was actually related to "over there". Mingmei didn't think Winnet would fool her with serious things, but she was still worried. The only member who had a "relationship" with Winnet was Mr. Clyde, and he was Winnet's deputy, so he was considered one of them.

This person is different now. She must be careful in front of him to avoid showing any unnaturalness. To protect her current life, Winette must not be suspected.

Mingmei thought about it. She asked Winnett, "Should I suspend the class?"

"No need. He and I aren't that close, so it won't affect you."

"That is, 'any sudden special behavior is suspicious'" Mingmei joked with a smile, pushed Winnet's arm, and moved forward, "Should we inform Ai, it would be better?"

"Not for now. She will definitely be worried. She had a nightmare a while ago." Winnet said.

As she accepted the situation, Mingmei also changed her name to Xiao Ai. They returned to their residence, and Mingmei shared her experiences of the past two days. Not only did she make good progress in her studies, but she also met a senior who used to be a teacher. She talked to her about many interesting things about students. After saying these, the topic naturally returned to Winette, and this was where Mingmei was a little cunning: I'm done, it's your turn. Winette only narrated to her what she saw and heard during the trip, and the part about Vermouth was cut out; she had no talent for storytelling, lacked prosody and suspense, but Mingmei still listened with relish.

"How can you share a room with him? You'd better be careful about this."

Mingmei was a little helpless about Winnet's insensitivity. Although it was a multi-person room similar to a hotel with separate beds, it was still a serious problem for single men and women to stay in the same room.

Winette couldn't explain it. She couldn't tell Mingmei about Vermouth and claim that she was a woman. However, she really didn't care much about such issues. She was neither a romantic girl nor a young girl in adolescence, and she rarely thought about it. Being smoothed by a quiet life was something she felt afraid of. Once the power in her body became mediocre, it seemed that she couldn't hold anything in her hands and couldn't protect anything.

She regularly organized training for herself, setting some dangerous and extreme tasks, just like what she did in the abandoned factory. She was sure that she would not be at a disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat, but the investigation of the environment was always a problem - if you are not familiar with the scene of the battle, the possibility of accidents will increase. Usually, the opponent will not come up to fight stupidly, and the cold gun is still quite threatening; Winette practiced the skills of hidden weapons for this purpose, and could sink the special steel needle into the steel plate a hundred meters away, and the accuracy was also guaranteed: interrupt the opponent's movements, and launch a fatal blow to the throat when necessary.

"If there is anyone with bad intentions, I will break his neck." Winnet responded in a joking tone, which made her feel like a young girl.

Mingmei watched her waving her arms quickly, but she didn't think it was a joke. There was a sense of power in her movements, and she always recognized Winnet's force. Having helped the organization, Mingmei was no longer as naive as a little girl.

"That would be very distressing," Mingmei shook her head and said, "Just protect yourself. There are people who care about you and who really love you. If you alert the police because of this -"

"Then I hope I can eat your cooking in the police station, Mingmei."