Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

"Damn it, you brat!" Uncle Mori gave Conan a hard shove.

A large red envelope appeared on Conan's head.

Wen Shui opened the car door and got in. As soon as he was settled, Uncle Maoli couldn't wait to start the car.

Wen Shui asked curiously, "The Yotsujing Group? Aren't we accompanying Sonoko to a banquet tonight?"

Xiaolan explained with a smile, "Yes, but I didn't expect that the banquet that Sonoko was going to attend would actually be the birthday party of the daughter of the chairman of the Yotsuui Group."

It's said that many social elites will be attending; perhaps that's why Chairman Yoshii specially invited my father, the famous detective.

Dressed in her finest attire, Sonoko Suzuki suddenly grabbed Ran's hand, held it up in front of her, and said with deep affection, "Perhaps this is fate. Ran and I are indeed a pair blessed by heaven."

Conan's lips twitched involuntarily.

However, having just been beaten up, he became much more obedient and suppressed his urge to complain.

Wen Shui, on the other hand, began to recall the case related to the Yotsubi Group in the original Conan manga.

He remembered that not only was the spoiled and willful young lady, Yotsuki Reika, killed, but there seemed to be another victim.

Later, it seems the murderer also gave Xiaolan sleeping pills, almost drowning her...

Chapter 74 Vermouth's Curiosity

As Wenshui and his companions drove to the Yotsuji family's villa in the suburbs...

In a room of a luxury apartment building in Beika Town, "Shoji Rokuda," the executive director of Yotsubi Group's commercial division, was knocked unconscious at the entrance by a person dressed as an apartment manager.

The person who knocked him unconscious gently closed the door and locked it from the inside.

Then he took out a tube of women's lipstick from his body, unscrewed the cap, and the injection needle hidden inside gleamed coldly under the light.

The intruder moved with practiced skill, easily piercing Rokuda Shoji's neck with the needle and slowly pushing the potent sleep aid into his body.

This drug was developed by Shirley's research institute.

The instruction manual states that it can induce a state of unconsciousness for about twelve hours without causing any irreversible damage to the body.

The intruder scoffed, "What's the point of doing this? How many of the targets chosen by the organization end up well? What a foolish, hypocritical woman."

The intruder grabbed Rokuda Shoji by the collar with one hand and picked up his large baseball bag with the other, and entered the bedroom.

The intruder casually tossed the limp Rokuda Masashi onto the corner and took off his baseball cap.

Her beautiful platinum blonde hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and in an instant, the entire bedroom seemed to brighten up.

She gently tossed her hair and then began to take off her clothes.

The apartment manager's uniform was simple in design, without too many fancy decorations, and it was easy to put on and take off. Before long, a nearly naked, graceful figure appeared in front of the dressing mirror in the bedroom.

Her high-bridged nose and slightly sunken eye sockets, which clearly indicate her Western ancestry, outlined her extremely aggressive facial features.

Her lips, painted with light red lipstick, sometimes held a languid smile, and at other times exuded a chilling aura.

The alluring black lace lingerie accentuated her full bust, and her flawless, long legs made one want to test their smoothness.

Unfortunately, Rokuda Shoji had already fallen into a deep sleep, and only Vermouth herself could appreciate this beautiful scene.

She looked at her fair and delicate body in the mirror, and her expression turned even colder after her gaze fell on the scars on her rounded shoulders.

She almost lost her life while investigating the suddenly emerging White Dove Pharmaceuticals.

As expected, anything related to the Miyano family brought her bad luck.

Vermouth opened the large baseball bag on the ground, which was full of disguise props, as well as a gray suit that was specially made and aged to look exactly like the one worn by Rokuda Shoji.

Vermouth's next task is to impersonate Rokuda Shoji.

Then, at the birthday party of the heiress of the Yotsubi Group, he struck up a conversation with a diplomat and exchanged important intelligence with him using evidence of the Yotsubi Group's tax evasion.

The reason for disguising himself as Rokuta Masashi was to avoid arousing suspicion from that old fox politician.

After all, Rokuda Masashi, who is nearly 40 years old, has a family and a career, and his wife and daughters are in Japan, making it easier for him to gain the other party's trust.

Vermouth took out a cylindrical corset, which could shrink her full figure, which was similar to that of Yukiko Kudo, into that of an ordinary man.

Just as she was about to begin her disguise.

Doorbell rang.

Vermouth put down the cylindrical corset she was holding and boldly walked naked into the entrance hall.

Looking through the peephole, she saw two tall men in black trench coats standing outside.

One of them was wearing sunglasses and looked rather dim-witted, while the other had a cold expression and striking long silver hair.

“I’m pretending, you’ll have to wait a bit,” Vermouth said.

Vodka: "It's too dangerous outside, we'll be easily discovered. Let's go inside and wait."

Vermouth: "I don't like having people around me when I'm pretending."

Vodka's anger surged, and he was about to explode.

Gin stopped Vodka and said into the room, "Okay, hurry up."

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Vodka said indignantly, "Brother, she did it on purpose. Last time when we went on a mission with Cohen, she disguised herself in front of us in the helicopter."

“I know,” Gin said calmly. “She probably knew that the organization didn’t send anyone to save her after she disappeared.”

“But that has nothing to do with you, brother,” Vodka said, dissatisfied.

Gin shook his head and took out a cigarette case from his pocket: "Forget it, it's a good thing for the organization that Vermouth came back alive. Let her be a little willful. Let's go to the fire escape to smoke and wait for her."

After saying that, the two hid in the fire escape.

Nearly half an hour later, Vermouth opened the door to let Gin and Vodka into the house.

Of course, when she reappeared, she was already in the form of Rokuta Shoji, and even her voice was the same as his.

Vodka went to the bedroom and packed the sleeping Rokuda Masashi into a pre-prepared suitcase.

Vermouth leaned against the doorframe and asked, "Have this guy's wife and daughter been taken care of?"

Gin nodded: "They won the grand prize of a free trip to Europe, and they should be on the plane by now."

Vermouth nodded.

Because she had to remain disguised as Rokuda Shoji until she obtained crucial information from that diplomat, and considering that the other party might not agree immediately, the transaction process could also be subject to change.

Therefore, it may take several days to complete the task.

During this time, it would be best for her to avoid contact with Rokuda Shoji's relatives.

The reason why they didn't just kill Rokuta Masashi directly was because once the deal was completed and the diplomat realized he had been tricked, there had to be a scapegoat to end the matter.

While the Black Organization isn't afraid of taking the blame, they will try their best to avoid being exposed to the public eye if possible to avoid trouble.

Gin, Vodka, and Vermouth, dressed as Rokuda Shoji, came out of the room and stood at the elevator entrance waiting for the elevator.

Vermouth suddenly asked, "Has Sherry been acting strangely lately?"

"She's a bit dishonest, seems to be secretly making some underhanded moves, but the boss told me not to interfere in her affairs," Gin sneered. "However, her sister is always under our control, so we're not afraid of her causing any trouble."

Vermouth shook her head slightly: "But if you don't discipline them, your pet might think she's your owner and do something outrageous."

"What do you want to do?" Gin frowned slightly.

Vermouth: "Give the disobedient kitten a lesson."

Gin: "I advise you not to act recklessly. The drug Sherry is currently developing is very important to the boss, which is why she has been given so much freedom."

“I know, I know what I’m doing,” Vermouth said.

Just then, her phone, belonging to Masashi Rokuda, rang. Vermouth answered the call, immediately switching to Rokuda's tone: "Chairman, you wanted to see me?"

"Rokuta, Mr. Mori and the second young lady of the Suzuki Group have arrived at the villa. The guests shouldn't be here yet. Go and handle things for me," the chairman of the Yotsuui Group instructed.

Vermouth: "Yes, Chairman, I'll be right there."

The elevator doors opened as the phone call ended. The group entered one by one, and Vermouth pressed the button for the first floor.

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When Wen Shui and his group arrived at the Sijing Group villa, there was still more than an hour before the birthday party was to begin, and most of the guests had not yet arrived.

Reika Yotsubi, the star of today's birthday party, is still upstairs getting ready, while the chairman of the Yotsubi Group is on his way.

The servants of the Yotsuji family led Onmizu and the others to the lobby on the first floor.

A multi-tiered crystal chandelier hangs in the center of the hall, its hundreds of lamps casting a warm, golden glow. Silver tongs are neatly arranged on the long dining table, the edges of the porcelain plates gleaming with a delicate white sheen. Champagne towers are stacked in a cone shape, bubbles rising continuously along the sides of the glasses.

However, there are only a few guests scattered around the lobby at the moment.

However, staff members dressed as waiters were constantly moving among them.

"Then I'll take my leave. If you guests have any requests, please feel free to ask any of the waiters here." After saying this, the servant who had led the way turned around to attend to other matters.

No sooner had the maid left than a bespectacled, well-mannered-looking young man approached and struck up a conversation:

"You must be Mr. Mori, right?"

Uncle Mori immediately straightened his shoulders and cleared his throat in a cool voice: "That's right, I am the famous detective Kogoro Mori. May I ask who you are?"

"My name is Ichiro, and I currently work in the financing department of the City Bank." Ichiro took out his business card and handed it to Uncle Mori. "I've heard a lot about you. You easily found Ms. Reika's lost dog a while ago, and Ms. Reika often talks about it. I didn't expect to meet you in person so soon."

Kogoro Mouri: "Ah, you mean that? Finding a pet is very simple for me."

That's true; Uncle Mori has top-notch professional skills in investigating lost pets and infidelity.

"I heard you recently solved a bizarre murder case..."

Like a loyal fan, Ryuichi started chatting enthusiastically with Uncle Mori.

Whether it's a habit from working at the bank or because Ichiro is a bit of a people-pleaser, he would bow slightly when he spoke, deliberately adopting a humble posture, and would always flatter the other person during the conversation.

The excessive praise caused Ran and Sonoko, who were standing nearby, to show somewhat unnatural expressions. Ran, in particular, felt that her father was not as good as the other person described.

However, Uncle Mori felt like he had met a kindred spirit.

It feels like if the banquet hadn't started yet, Kogoro Mouri would definitely have dragged Takashi Ichiro along for a few drinks.