I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"It's not for anything, I just want you to come over, is that not okay?"

Yukiko glanced sideways, raised her cheek, and hummed softly.

Of course, Serabelle knew very well that this was just an angry remark, because he had already seen the two invitations on the coffee table. From the words on the envelopes, one was for Yukiko, and the other had Edogawa Conan's name written on it.

This is a very dangerous signal. Logically speaking, Yukiko should have nothing to do with Conan. In order to hide her identity, Yukiko fabricated a mother for Conan, who was a fat woman named Edogawa Fumiyo, whose body shape was roughly the same as that of Han Hong when she was young, rather than her, an out-of-date female star who was nearly 40 years old but still as slim as a 28-year-old girl.

But now that these two invitations have appeared here, it means that the other party knows Conan's true identity and is also quite familiar with Yukiko.

Coupled with the latter's lack of urgency...

Thinking of this, Serabelle almost knew who sent the two invitations.

Especially since Yukiko is not in a hurry now, he will be even less anxious. What's more, Yukiko's current emotional state is not suitable for discussing business.

"Of course not."

Serabel stroked Yukiko's cheek with one hand, and moved closer to the older girl's cheek which was gradually turning red.

"Since there is nothing urgent, why not first--"

"Hey, Bell, wait a minute..."

Yukiko's temper was always weak on the outside, and when she saw that Serabelle was getting serious, she softened all of a sudden.

"Um... the little umbrella is still in the bedside table in the bedroom upstairs, you..."

"Would you like to wear it?"

"Well, it's okay not to wear it. These two days should still be the safe period..."

Yukiko's voice was almost inaudible towards the end.

But then her voice became a little louder.

"But it can only be until half past one at the most."

"……Why?"

Serabelle looked up at the clock on the living room wall. It was already a quarter past twelve, which meant they only had a little over an hour.

When have they ever been so short?

"Because Arata-chan is coming back from school, idiot!" Yukiko blushed so much that she almost wanted to slap him on the forehead, "We have to leave some time to clean up, otherwise when Arata-chan comes back and sees the state of the living room..."

"Oh, too."

Serabelle nodded in agreement, and then hurried into action.

……

One hour and fifteen minutes of high-intensity aerobic exercise completely dispelled Yukiko's little emotions.

It was exactly two o'clock in the afternoon. When Conan came back from school, all the windows in the living room of Kudo's house were open, and the cold wind of late autumn and early winter blew through the hall from time to time.

In the living room, Yukiko was sitting cross-legged on the big sofa with a cup of hot tea in her arms and a smile on her face. On the single sofa next to her was Serabelle, who was also holding a cup of tea.

"Uh, why are all the windows open at home, Mom?"

Conan's keen detective intuition immediately made him feel that something was wrong.

You have to know that his mother would rather lie down than sit. As long as conditions permit, she will make herself put herself in the most comfortable state.

Of course, this also includes air conditioning for two seasons a year.

However, such a lazy person actually opened the window instead of turning on the air conditioner when the weather was only about ten degrees?

This is absolutely abnormal!

"Because mom cleaned the whole house~" Yukiko said confidently, "After mopping the floor, of course I have to open the window and let the air in."

"I can testify." Yuselabel raised her hand expressionlessly, "I was just dragged by your mother to help clean the house again, and I was the one who mopped the floor."

"Uh……"

Conan's mouth twitched slightly.

I don’t know if it was his illusion, but I always felt that a similar conversation seemed to have happened before.

Forget it, forget it.

Shaking his head to clear up the confusion in his heart, Conan turned to Yukiko.

"So, mom, why did you ask me to come back today?"

"That's probably..."

It was Serabel who spoke. He took a sip of tea and put it down.

"About your identity being revealed."

"what?"

"Don't worry, every piece of news has its good and bad parts, and that was the bad news."

"…So what's the good news?"

Conan was stunned for a moment. He really didn't think there would be any good news after his identity was exposed.

Serabelle shrugged.

"The good news is that the person who knows your true identity is your godmother."

God? Godmother, are you kidding me?

Conan thought.

Chapter 353: Plan to Catch Sister Bei

The main person has arrived, and it’s time to get down to business.

Yukiko took the two invitations out of the envelope, spread them out on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and smoothed them out one by one.

"This is……"

Conan only took one look and understood what Serabelle meant when she said his identity was exposed.

The reason is simple. The recipient's name on the envelope is Edogawa Conan, but the address on the letter paper is "Dear Kudo Shinichi".

And the text content is as follows——

[Please allow me to invite you to participate in this horrible banquet on the night of the full moon this month. It will be a bloody party on the boat. Of course, whether you attend or not, the dying poor lamb will curse his fate, and the sinner will get drunk before he dies. ]

"Wait a minute, what exactly is this invitation for?"

When Conan first read the beginning, he was paying close attention and alert, but the more he read, the more confused he became.

A horrific banquet on a full moon night? A bloody boat party? Poor lambs cursing their fate? And some sinners... What kind of nonsense is this?

"Oh, this is actually a job fair for Captain Ghost!" Yukiko looked quite familiar with it, "Hasn't Shin-chan heard of it?"

"Captain Ghost? What is that?"

Conan's expression showed confusion.

"Movies, movies!"

A nephew is no better than his mother. As soon as Yukiko saw her stupid son's expression, she knew what he was thinking.

"Captain Ghost is a series of movies, and this party is actually a ghost-themed masquerade. All participants will dress up as ghosts from various legends. During the party, the film production team will also mix in, observe and select those actors with excellent acting skills to be the supporting roles in the movie."

"Oh, that sounds quite interesting..."

Conan nodded dumbly.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Yukiko slapped him on the head.

"What a joke. On the surface, this kind of activity is to select supporting actors, but to put it bluntly, it is to save the cost of makeup and image design, and pass it all on to the actors themselves."

"..."

Oh, that's fucking exploitative.

"But it can be considered a win-win situation. The production team saved money, and the actors also gained a chance to become famous."

Yukiko shrugged.

Ok……

Conan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses: "Wait a minute, but what does it really have to do with my identity being exposed? Why do the people in the film production team know my true identity? Is there someone from the organization among them?"

"Look at the signature. It's written there," said Serabelle.

"Ooh!"

It is said that when one cares too much, one becomes confused. When it comes to his true identity, Conan inevitably loses his usual calmness when dealing with cases.

Taking a look at the signature, it is an English name called Vermouth.

If this English name is purely transliterated, it should be pronounced as Sherlock Holmes, but as we all know, there are no retroflex sounds in Japanese, so in Japanese it should be pronounced as Vermouth.

Or it could be called vermouth.

"Vermouth? That's the name of a wine!"

After deducing that it was indeed related to the winery, Conan started to lose his composure again.

"That means there are indeed organized people in that film production team..."

"No, no, that's not it."

Serabelle promptly cut off his completely wrong speculation.

"Hmm? Isn't that so?"

Conan raised his head in confusion, first looked at Serabell, then looked at his mother, and then felt something was wrong.

"Wait a minute, why don't you seem nervous at all? Or... do you know who this Vermouth is?"

"Uh~"

Serabelle and Yukiko looked at each other and admitted it frankly.

"Almost. We can be considered acquaintances."

"Who is his real identity?" Conan pressed on.

"I told you, it's your godmother."

"Don't come on, where did my godmother come from?"

"If you don't believe me, you can ask your mother~"

Serabelle was too lazy to argue with him and just kicked the ball to Yukiko who was drinking tea and watching the show nearby.

Conan instantly turned his gaze.

Finally, under the half-believing and half-doubting gaze of her son, Yukiko put down the teacup and nodded slowly.

“You could say that.”

"what?"

Conan was completely confused now.

Although he has lived in Tokyo since he was a child and is not very familiar with his relatives, he still knows very well whether he has a godmother or not!

"Okay, don't dwell on this issue. Anyway, even if you know it, you can't do anything about it."

Serabelle took a sip of the tea that was gradually cooling down and put down the cup.

"The invitation letter sent by the other party is more of a reminder than a threat."

"remind?"

"Think back, now that your identity has been exposed, the question is, how did the other party know your true identity?"

"This……"

This brief speech made Conan fall into deep thought again.

This is indeed a question worth pondering. According to his daily pace of life, there are only a few places he goes to every day.

The school and Uncle Mori's house are the two places he often goes to. Then during holidays, he will go to Professor Agasa's house next door to play with Genta Ayumi and Mitsuhiko. In comparison, he goes back to Kudo's house the least often.