Maori Kogoro's daily life in the science harem

Don't attack, want to escape?

Mao Li saw this and immediately shouted, "Xiaolan, protect Inspector Yokomizo!"

"Eh?!"

Xiaolan was slightly stunned, and Maori rushed out quickly, chasing after the female assassin.

Conan looked at Maori's back, gritted his teeth, and followed without hesitation.

This woman must be a member of the Black Organization. If Uncle Maori can capture her, it will be very helpful for him to track down the Black Organization!

After hesitating for a long time, Haibara Ai finally followed.

She still has great doubts and expectations about the man Kogoro Mouri.

If he can really subdue the people of the Black Organization, then he can also become his own golden bullet!

Chapter 189 Vermouth

The female assassin fled quickly in the night, her steps hurried.

Her heart was filled with panic. No matter how she accelerated, Kogoro Maori was following her closely like a shadow. No matter how she turned or dodged, she could not get rid of him.

The woman became furious, turned around suddenly, pulled out a pistol from her pocket, and fired several shots at Maori without hesitation.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the night sky, piercing the silence of the night.

She took advantage of this brief confusion, thinking that she had finally "escaped" Maori's pursuit. She was breathing rapidly and her face was covered in cold sweat.

The woman quickly ran through several dim alleys and finally ran to an abandoned warehouse.

She pushed open the creaking iron door and hid inside. The warehouse was dark and she could only vaguely see a woman sitting elegantly in the corner, surrounded by smoke.

"Vermouth, I...I failed the test."

The female assassin said with deep apology and a trembling voice, "I hope... I hope I can get another chance."

Vermouth did not respond, but stood up quietly with a cold look.

She slowly raised the gun in her hand, and without any hesitation, she pulled the trigger at the female assassin.

The bullet was accurate and ruthless. The female assassin's body shook violently, her eyes full of disbelief, and then she fell to the ground, blood quickly spreading.

Vermouth looked down at the female assassin's body, her tone cold: "You failed the test. Not only is your psychological quality poor, but you also brought someone to me. You are simply incompetent."

She exhaled a puff of smoke lightly, as if killing was just a very common thing.

Then, Vermouth raised her head and slowly moved her gaze towards the warehouse door, with a hint of teasing and anticipation in her eyes.

"Come out, Detective Maori."

Her voice was low and seductive, as if she had anticipated Mauli's arrival.

"What should I call you? Vermouth? Chrissie Wynyard? Or...Sharon?"

Kogoro Mori slowly walked into the dim warehouse, lit a cigarette, and the smoke swirled around his face.

He had one hand in his pocket, looking calm and relaxed, as if he was not facing a cold-blooded killer but just an old friend.

Vermouth's eyes changed slightly. She hadn't heard the name "Sharon" for a long time.

That identity had long been lost in history, and she had even somewhat forgotten that she had ever lived under this name.

However, when this name came out of Maori's mouth, it brought her an indescribable feeling of trance.

Her originally calm face showed a ripple, but she quickly regained her composure.

Maori shouldn't have known this name, and he shouldn't even have known Vermouth's true identity.

However, she did not ask further questions, but asked in a calm tone: "When did you find out?"

Maori walked a few steps closer, his eyes lingered on Vermouth's face for a moment, then he shifted his gaze to the body on the ground, with a meaningful smile on his face: "Probably since you first appeared, Chris and Sharon have too many similarities, and these similarities cannot be explained by simple genetic factors."

Vermouth raised her eyebrows, with a hint of approval in her eyes: "As expected of Maori Kogoro. But even so, you shouldn't easily get involved in our affairs. These are not your business."

Her voice was soft yet firm, carrying a dangerous warning.

Mao Li was not frightened. He exhaled a puff of smoke and chuckled: "Maybe, but that's just who I am. I don't like to watch people fall into danger and do nothing, especially those I care about."

Vermouth stared at Maori quietly, and a hint of complex emotions seemed to flash in her cold eyes.

This man was more unpredictable than she had imagined. She did not ask any more questions, but smiled slightly, with a look in her eyes that was difficult to read: "In that case, how are we going to solve this problem next, Detective Maori?"

……

Conan and Haibara Ai chased after them desperately, and when they arrived at the door of the abandoned warehouse panting, the scene before them shocked them.

Kogoro Mouri was confronting Vermouth, and what shocked Conan even more was that the two of them raised their pistols at the same time.

Conan was stunned. He had never seen Uncle Maori holding a gun, and he never expected that he would confront someone in such a situation.

The pistol was a Browning pocket pistol, small and exquisite, shining with a cold metallic luster.

Conan stared at the two of them intently, and after carefully distinguishing them, he whispered to Huibara Ai: "Huibara, they both use Browning pocket pistols, which is a bit unexpected."

When Haibara Ai heard this, her face suddenly turned pale. She remembered that Gin once mentioned that he was injured by a man with a Browning pistol.

An uneasy premonition suddenly surged in her heart. Could that blond man, the "golden bullet" that Gin mentioned, be the Mouri Kogoro in front of her?

Her thoughts were in a mess, with past memories and the reality before her constantly overlapping.

That mysterious man, the threat that has been lurking within the organization, could it really be him?

She could hardly believe this guess. The Maori in front of her was completely different from the detective she knew, and even had a chilling sense of strangeness.

The atmosphere of the confrontation between Maori and Vermouth became increasingly tense. The warehouse was eerily silent, as if even the air was stagnant.

Conan's eyes widened. He didn't dare to act rashly for fear of causing a bigger conflict.

But he could feel Haibara Ai's body trembling slightly, and it was obvious that she was also shocked beyond words by this conjecture.

……

Vermouth looked at the gun in Maori's hand. The familiar Browning pocket pistol made her raise her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of admiration in her eyes: "It seems that you have good taste."

Mao Li smiled, his eyes full of amusement: "Actually, what I like is not this gun, but the woman who uses this gun."

This straightforward teasing made Vermouth couldn't help laughing. There was a hint of mockery in her laughter, as if she was playing with Maori's courage.

She suddenly stopped smiling, her eyes turned cold, and she pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Gunshots rang out in the silent warehouse, the sharp sound making people's heart beat faster.

Vermouth's shooting skills were excellent, and her bullet went straight to Maori's chest.

However, Maori's reaction speed was extremely fast. With his excellent physical fitness, he dodged the bullet in an instant, and his body was as agile as a ghost.

At the same time, he shot at Vermouth without hesitation, with the bullet being precise and hitting her vital points.

The fierce exchange of fire made the air in the warehouse seem to become hot. Bullets flew everywhere, hitting the walls and the ground, splashing sparks.

Conan and Haibara Ai hid aside, almost holding their breath.

Conan grabbed Haibara Ai tightly and pulled her behind an abandoned iron box. The two of them quickly lowered their heads, fearing that they would be accidentally hit by stray bullets.

Haibara Ai fell into a trance, with the conversation between Maori and Vermouth, as well as the soul-shaking speculation, echoing in her mind.

She could barely concentrate and could only let Conan pull her into hiding.

The bullets whizzed past, passing by their hiding place, making a heart-pounding sound.

Chapter 190 Are You the Golden Bullet?

Conan hid behind the bunker, nervously watching the confrontation between Maori and Vermouth, while secretly cursing Maori's recklessness and impulsiveness: "What on earth is this guy thinking? No matter how powerful he is, he shouldn't fight so hard!"

However, just when Conan was anxious, Haibara Ai suddenly raised her head, leaned out without caring about the danger, and stared at the gun fight between Maori and Vermouth.

She was muttering something in a low voice, her eyes full of confusion and astonishment.

"Are you crazy?"

Conan quickly pulled her over and scolded in a low voice, "You'll get hit if you do this!"

However, Haibara Ai acted as if she didn't hear anything and continued to count in her mouth.

Her fingers trembled slightly, as if she was calculating something important.

Suddenly, Huihara Ai turned her head and looked at Conan with an extremely serious expression: "Edogawa, Browning pocket pistol, how many bullets are usually in a magazine?"

Conan was stunned for a moment, trying to recall what he had learned in the past, and answered uncertainly: "It should be six shots..."

Hearing this number, Huiyuan Ai clenched her fists and her face became even paler: "Six rounds... How is that possible?"

Her gaze once again turned to the battle scene in front of her, and the shock in her heart almost overflowed.

The number of times Maori fired has already exceeded this number, and he has never changed the magazine!

Even Vermouth had a moment during the battle when she stopped to change the magazine, but Maori made no such move at all.

Haibara Ai's breathing became rapid. At that time, Vodka said that the golden bullet was like an endless stream of bullets, suppressing Gin so much that he couldn't even raise his head.

And now...it all fits together!

She stared at Maori's back, and a guess that she could hardly believe gradually emerged in her mind.

Although the source of the infinite bullets cannot be explained for the time being, Maori is very likely to have found the golden bullets that he was looking for and protected his sister's body!

Conan watched the changes in Haibara Ai's expression. Although he didn't understand what she had discovered, his intuition told him that things were definitely not simple.

He stared at Mao Li closely, muttering in his heart, "Uncle Mao Li, who are you?"

……

The more Vermouth fought, the more confused and shocked she became.

The Browning pistol in Maori's hand seemed to have endless bullets and did not look like an ordinary gun at all.

A pocket pistol could actually produce the suppressive effect of an automatic rifle.

"Golden bullet...?"

Vermouth murmured to herself, staring at Kogoro Mouri's handsome, angular face with complicated eyes.

She had originally thought that this famous detective was just an ordinary troublemaker, at most a capable opponent.

However, the scene before her gradually wavered her heart.

Vermouth herself is proficient in disguise and can disguise herself as anyone, so she knows very well that it is not difficult to change a person's appearance into a completely different person.

If Kogoro Mouri really disguised himself as a handsome blond man, that might not be impossible.

However, the key to all this lies in the Browning pistol.

The figure of that man flashed through her mind, the mysterious man who made Gin helpless and even injured him - the golden bullet.

According to Vodka's rumored story, Golden Bullet holds a Browning pocket pistol in his hand, and this gun is believed to have some special power, even making people feel that its bullets are unlimited.

I'm afraid that's the only man in the whole world who can wield such a gun.

Vermouth's heart was beating violently, and a disturbing speculation gradually formed in her mind.

If Kogoro Mori is holding this gun in his hand, it means that Mori is very likely the golden bullet!

She stared at Maoli closely, and something inside her began to waver.

If this speculation is true, then what she is facing will not just be an ordinary detective, but an extremely dangerous opponent hiding in the dark.

…but just the same.

This man might really be able to overthrow the organization.

He is a golden bullet that is even more powerful than the silver bullet!

Vermouth suddenly shouted: "Mouri Kogoro, the person next to Miyano Akemi that day, was it you?"

Maori stopped shooting, narrowed his eyes, and stared at Vermouth with an unreadable expression.