Shirou's clones number 30 million

Chris, who is publicly stated to be Sharon's daughter, theoretically does not know Kuroba Toichi.

"If I remember correctly, Chris is 34 years old this year, right? And Chris is Sharon's daughter. How old are you actually?"

As soon as she stepped out of the hotel, Vermouth was forced to stop, her expression completely frozen.

Can I not answer?

"Of course, I was just asking casually. But you look so young, I'm sure many more people will ask you that question in the future, right?"

Vermouth breathed a sigh of relief; as long as she wasn't forced to answer, that was fine.

"At that time, I would say with a smile, 'A woman's age is a secret.'"

"I see, that's one way. But what about ten or twenty years from now?"

"Then let's have another daughter, or would you like to become the child's father?"

"No thanks, I don't want to have another child for no reason."

Just then, the cell phone rang.

Shiro Hayami took out his phone and glanced at it; the caller ID showed Kogoro Mouri.

"Detective Mouri, what can I do for you?"

"That brat Conan said he was staying at your place, and I asked him to give you his phone, but he hung up! Tell him to come and answer the phone."

Shirou Hayami was slightly taken aback, then instantly realized that Conan had actually used him as a shield without even informing him beforehand.

Fortunately, I happen to have a talented person by my side who knows how to change one's voice.

Otherwise, the only option is to have the shadow clone use the transformation technique (after transforming, the voice changes automatically).

"Okay. Conan, come out and answer the phone."

As they were talking, Shirou Hayami gestured to Vermouth, instructing her to impersonate Conan.

Vermouth made an OK sign and immediately replied in Conan's voice.

"Uncle, I'm staying at the Hayami Detective Agency, so you don't need to worry about my safety."

"Who's worried about your safety? Where did you hide my wine? I've already bought all the snacks to go with it, but I can't find the wine anywhere."

Vermouth looked surprised and glanced at Shirou Hayami, asking with her eyes:

How should I answer?

"Conan, give me the phone."

Hayami Shirou took the phone and said irritably:

"Detective Mouri, you should go to the gym to work out when you have time. Don't just drink all the time. I heard that Ms. Eri Kisaki is getting remarried. Did she send you an invitation?"

Of course, this is just nonsense to change the subject.

I haven't paid attention to the specifics, so who knows?

"What! When did this happen? I had no idea! I'm hanging up, I need to go find her and ask her."

Chapter 413 How could these two be undercover agents?

Chapter 413, Section 414: How could these two be undercover agents?

Back in Tokyo, Conan's feelings have changed completely.

Sitting on the tram, he unconsciously recalled the cases he had personally solved in the past.

Unexpectedly, paranormal events actually exist in the world.

For the past two days, he has been investigating the series of accidental deaths of students in Class 3-3 of Yomi Kita Junior High School.

The case was ultimately classified as a series of accidents.

In the past, he would never have believed such an unscientific thing.

But the facts were undeniable, leaving him no choice but to believe them.

"Saionji-kun, your request is over. It turns out that this was a paranormal event."

Saionji Sekai remained silent for a long time before nodding slightly.

"Well, I know."

For the past two days, she has been following Conan around and has a very good understanding of the details of the whole case.

Although it was very unfair, Makoto Ito's death could not really be blamed on anyone.

Perhaps, it's just that he transferred to the wrong school?

"Thank you for these past two days."

Saionji Sekai paused for a moment, then asked in a low voice:

"Who...who are you? Ordinary children aren't as powerful as you."

"I'm a famous detective."

"I see..."

Conan paused for a few seconds, then slowly spoke:

"Next, I'm going to Hayami Detective Agency. That guy Hayami definitely knows more. Do you want to come along?"

"No, my mother will be very worried if I leave for two days."

"That's true. In that case, let's part ways at the next stop."

Conan silently gazed out the window, his thoughts returning to the case once more.

This case is different from the past. The murderer was not caught, and the details could not be disclosed to the outside world. The case could only be closed as an accident.

Seven people died in two days, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

Furthermore, they have witnessed accidents happen on several occasions.

This is a grave dereliction of duty for a detective.

But being powerless is being powerless, and blaming yourself won't help.

If it were Hayami, what would he do? He'd probably do a better job than me, right?

Huh...?

I used to always think, "What would Sherlock Holmes do?" Why am I suddenly thinking about meeting him sooner?

Could it be that, in my subconscious, he has already taken the place of Sherlock Holmes?

Impossible! Although Hayami is amazing and has been touted as a beacon of the times in the newspapers, he is still far from being Sherlock Holmes.

After parting ways with Saionji Sekai, Conan went straight to the Hayami Detective Agency.

As a competitor in the same city, he was naturally quite familiar with this place and knew the way around very well.

The next moment, he suddenly stopped and stared in astonishment at the black car parked downstairs at the Hayami Detective Agency.

He would never forget that unusually familiar license plate; it belonged to Gin.

The car was parked right downstairs without any attempt to conceal it.

Clearly, the car owner went straight to the Hayami Detective Agency.

"Could it be that Zao Jian has connections with the Black Organization?"

Do not!

The thought had barely formed when Conan nipped it in the bud.

Although they are rivals in the same city and have a great competitive relationship in cases, and their relationship can't be described as friendly, he would never deliberately belittle the other party.

Based on his understanding, Hayami Shirou could not possibly be a member of the Black Organization.

At the very least, he knew his and Haibara's true identities five years ago. If he were a member of the Black Organization, he would have been killed by Gin long ago.

Therefore, there is only one possibility left, and he has also offended the organization, resulting in Gin launching a surprise attack on him in a seemingly blatant manner.

Without thinking twice, Conan rushed over and hurried upstairs.

"Good morning! Please don't die! Running away after winning is cheating."

He ran up to the second floor in one breath and pushed open the door of the firm.

The next moment, the three people who were discussing something came into his view at the same time.

“Gin, Vermouth! I misjudged you. I never expected you to be part of the organization as well.”

This atmosphere of discussion cannot be faked.

The fact that one can discuss matters with Gin and Vermouth speaks volumes.

Conan stood frozen in place, his hands and feet ice-cold, feeling as if this was the end of the world, and his regret was beyond measure.

If I hadn't rushed over directly, but instead called the police first, I might not have encountered this danger.

If you had hidden by the door and observed the situation first, you might have had a chance to escape.

Now, given Hayami's keen observation skills, even if he's bluffing, he'll definitely see through it instantly.

He knew everything about his equipment and methods.

When I first saw this guy standing on the opposite side, it was absolutely terrifying.

"Oh my... isn't this Conan?"

Vermouth chuckled as she pushed Conan inside, casually closing the door behind her, and said, feigning seriousness:

"Since you've seen it, there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry, your life ends here."

"Good morning! I never expected you to be this kind of person. I wish I had discovered it sooner."

Conan glared at Hayami Shirou through gritted teeth, constantly searching for an opportunity to retaliate.

But Gin's icy gaze left him with absolutely no chance.

He even had a vague feeling that he would be killed instantly if he even raised his hand.

"Then, I'll personally see you off."