I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"Kankou Zhongyan."

"Oh, that's right, Tunkou Shigehiko! Uh..."

Before Yukiko could be happy, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why does the voice that reminded me just now sound so familiar?

In an instant, a weak electric current seemed to flow through her mind, and Yukiko suddenly looked back.

The next moment, a streak of golden hair as dazzling as the sunlight shining on the sea from the Portofino sky came into view, and below was a beautiful face like a witch that enchanted everyone, and a perfect figure that even the Arab robe could not hide.

It is Chrissie Wynyard, the most popular female star in the European and American film industry today.

Or you can call it——

“…Sharon!”

When she recognized the identity of the person, Yukiko couldn't help but cheer and went up to give the blonde witch a big hug.

"Nice to meet you again, Yukiko."

Although they were once on the enemy's side, to be honest, there was no essential conflict between the two sides, so Vermouth accepted the greeting from her fellow sister generously, but she did not forget to give her a reminder.

"But remember to call me Chris here."

"Well, then let's call you Sharon-chan." A bright light bulb popped up above Yukiko's head.

Adding a small number before a celebrity's name is used to refer to their direct descendants. This is a popular way of referring to them in Europe and the United States.

For example, Martin Madrazo, a gangster in Los Santos, his son is generally called Little Madrazo.

"But 'Xiao' is usually added to the surname, not the first name." Vermouth smiled helplessly.

"It doesn't matter, this is Yukiko's original name!"

The older girl waved her hand generously, showing no intention of being bound by red tape.

The two women exchanged a few words, and Vermouth turned her attention to Serabel, who had been silent beside the former.

"We meet again."

"Yes, we meet again."

Serabel's attitude was not as relaxed as Yukiko's. He still remained more than 90% vigilant towards Vermouth.

"So who is your target this time?"

"……Target?"

As if she had heard something funny, Vermouth pursed her lips which were painted bright red like blood.

"Why, do you think that no matter where I appear, I must have some ulterior motive? Don't forget that my main job is an actor, and it's normal for me to be invited to such an occasion. It's nothing more than a normal social event."

"Besides, I specifically posted an announcement on social media to attend this memorial service. If there really was some secret operation, shouldn't it be carried out in a covert manner?"

After saying this, she raised her eyebrows at the boy provocatively.

Serabelle didn't buy it. "Issuing the announcement is to be able to appear in Tokyo more openly. If you sneak into Tokyo and get discovered, with your fan base, you will definitely be followed by paparazzi. Who knows what will be discovered by then... And if I remember correctly, someone just used this trick to cause trouble in New York a few months ago."

"Each each other."

Vermouth smiled back.

She paused, slightly restrained her smile, and shrugged her shoulders.

"But unfortunately, I am only here to attend this memorial service. I don't have any special mission as you think."

"…Swallow your mouth."

Serabelle suddenly mentioned this name.

"Your target this time is this person, right? After all, how could a female star who is active in the European and American film industry know so much about a member of the Japanese government?"

"Well, it's a secret."

Vermouth did not answer the question directly. She just smiled mysteriously, put her index finger in front of her lips as a gesture of silence, and winked.

“A secret makes a woman woman.”

Serabelle replied without hesitation: "A big dick makes a man man."

It’s right, I’m betting on it.

Upon hearing that her motto had been tampered with in this way, Vermouth's face froze for a moment, but soon softened again. She smiled again and said nothing. She turned around and left.

Yukiko was very good at English and also understood this sentence. She blushed and spat softly.

"Vulgar language..."

At this moment, the surprised and familiar voice of a certain Shinigami elementary school student sounded from behind the two of them.

"Huh? Mom, why are you here? And Sera, you too..."

Chapter 201 I'm Your Mom's Male Companion

Hearing the voice behind her, Serabelle thought for a moment that she was hallucinating.

But when I looked down in the direction of the sound, I realized that, well, I was not mistaken.

Visually, he is only as tall as a truck tire, has body proportions like a big-headed doll, and wears iconic big-framed glasses... It is definitely Xiao Ke himself.

Glancing at her arm that had just been loosened because Yukiko went to hug Vermouth, Serabell breathed a sigh of relief and decided to be the first to complain.

"What a coincidence, so why are you here?"

"I want to ask another question..."

Conan retorted subconsciously.

"So why are you here?"

"us……"

Serabel and Yukiko exchanged glances.

Yukiko nodded slightly, then turned and smiled at her son.

"Of course, it's because I received an invitation as well, but it would be boring to come alone, so I asked Bell to come along as well, so he can be my male companion."

"Best man?"

Conan looked surprised for a moment, stared at Serabel for a few seconds, then turned to Yukiko, and then returned to Serabel.

The young butler spread his hands and said, "What's the point of looking at me? How about you be the male companion instead? But you don't look like a male companion at all now~"

After a little thought, Serabelle added.

“Like a flower girl.”

You are the flower girl...

Conan was choked by this description.

Fortunately, he remembered in time that he did not come here to argue with this guy, but for something more important.

So Conan pulled Serabell and Yukiko to a secluded corner, beckoned them to lean closer, and spoke in a low voice.

"Listen carefully, the situation is urgent. Just now after school, Genta and I saw Gin's car on the way back to Uncle Maori's office. I took advantage of the fact that their car was parked on the side of the road and no one was around to put a bug there. I learned that someone from the Black Organization had sneaked into the memorial service tonight..."

"I know."

Serabelle nodded.

Conan's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes filled with surprise.

"You...you know?"

"Mom knows that too~"

Yukiko raised her hand obediently.

There was no way they didn't know this. They had just met Vermouth less than a minute ago, so if we were to talk about people from the Black Organization, there was indeed... at least one at the scene.

Serabelle added, "And we also know that their target this time is probably a congressman suspected of corruption and bribery. His name seems to be... Shigehiko Tunkou?"

"it's him!"

After confirming the useful information, Conan's face was delighted at first, but then he became a little confused.

He looked at Serabel suspiciously, then at his biological mother Yukiko.

"But how did you know..."

Serabelle imitated Vermouth and made a silent gesture: "Don't ask. If you ask, it's A secret makes a man woman. Do you understand what I mean?"

Who would understand what you are saying? Is being mysterious making people look like sissies?

Conan complained in his mind with a confused look on his face.

Serabelle patted his shoulder and said, "In other words, if a man is obsessed with trivial matters every day, his female hormones will be secreted violently, and then that part will become shorter and finally concave, turning him into a woman."

Fuck you, biology doesn't exist anymore, does it?

Conan was so upset that he wanted this guy to get out of here immediately.

Realizing that he could not get any useful information from Serabelle, Conan turned his attention to his own mother.

But what he couldn't understand was that Yukiko just spread her hands and looked helpless.

What do these two people mean?

Xiao Ke was beginning to feel a little overwhelmed.

The reason why Serabell and Yukiko have the same attitude is simple. After the New York incident, they have basically accepted that Vermouth can be regarded as a half-ally of theirs in the Black Organization, or even as a spy who has infiltrated the enemy and will provide some intelligence in a subtle way at critical moments.

The most recent one is like the Black Organization's plan to kill Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi at this memorial service.

Based on their understanding of Conan, this kid would definitely get excited and run to confront her after learning that Vermouth is a member of the Black Organization.

Maybe there is a 1% chance that nothing will happen in the end, but the remaining 99% chance is that everything will go wrong.

In that case, it would be better for him to know nothing.

Serabelle straightened up and stretched her cervical vertebrae, which had become a little stiff from leaning over to listen to a certain elementary school student of the Shinigami, and her eyes dropped down.

"Well, anyway, just leave this to us. You can go back first."

"You let me go back..."

Conan was stunned.

Now that we all know that people from the Black Organization have sneaked into the memorial service, how can I just go back without doing anything?

"Listen to me, I have another clue in my hand, and I have a plan based on this clue..."

Conan swallowed.

"According to the information I eavesdropped on Gin's car, the person in charge of this operation is a man named Pisco. This should also be a code name. I haven't found anyone who might correspond to this title yet, but we can call the police."

"Call the police?" Yukiko wondered.

"Yes, Serabel, you go to the police."

Conan nodded and turned to the British boy who was tapping the ground with both hands on his cane.

"Inspector Megure, you should be very familiar with him. Call him and tell him that someone at the memorial service wanted to harm Councillor Tōnkou..."

Serabelle waved her hand to interrupt him: "If you want Inspector Megure to die, then do this."

"……Why?"

Conan was stunned for a moment and didn't react for a moment.

Serabelle stared at him and said word by word: "It's a very simple truth. Once Inspector Megure, as a police officer, is involved in this matter and enters the sight of the Black Organization, do you think they will kidnap Inspector Megure and torture him to extract the identity of the informant?"

"This……"

"Let me put it this way. If you make this call, maybe the next time you see Inspector Megure will be in a funeral home, facing a pile of torn-to-pieces corpses."

Conan was silent. He had to admit that this guy was right.