Maori Kogoro's daily life in the science harem

Looking at Kogoro Mori who was at ease among the crowd, his brows furrowed slightly.

"This mission has increased the difficulty,"

He thought to himself, "Once this famous detective gets involved, things might get tricky... Maybe I should give up..."

Just as he was hesitating, a tall figure approached quietly.

She was a woman wearing a black evening gown and a silver wig. She had an extremely beautiful face but a temperament so cold that it made people feel scared.

"give up?"

A low and mocking voice sounded.

Masuyama Kenzo turned around suddenly, and when he saw that familiar face, his pupils suddenly shrank: "Belmode?!"

Belmode smiled softly, lowering his voice but leaving no room for doubt: "Pisco, the mission has been issued. Do you think you are qualified to give up?"

The expression on Masuyama's face changed slightly, and he instinctively wanted to refute, but was suppressed by Belmode's cold gaze.

"You should understand,"

Vermouth slowly approached, with a hint of threat in his voice, "If you fail, not only will the mission fail, but your past achievements will also be wiped out. Gin is not as tolerant as I am."

Masuyama's heart sank and his fingers clenched his cane tightly.

He gritted his teeth and finally whispered: "I understand... This is the last time. I no longer owe the organization anything."

Belmode looked at him with a half-smile and patted his shoulder gently: "Of course, this is the last time. After completing it, you can leave with peace of mind."

After saying that, she turned and left gracefully, leaving Kenzo Masuyama standing alone in the corner with a gloomy face.

……

At the memorial meeting at Beihu City Hotel, people were toasting and chatting happily.

Amidst the lively scene, Kogoro Mori was greeting a group of celebrities surrounding him. He had his usual confident smile on his face, but he was already alert in his heart.

Not far away, he caught a glimpse of a tall figure in a black evening gown, with metallic silver hair swaying slightly with the movement.

Although that face was disguised, Maori had already been somewhat certain in his heart - it was her, Vermouth.

Maori narrowed his eyes, but still had a decent smile on his face.

He quickly gathered his thoughts, waved to the crowd around him to wait, and said with a smile: "Excuse me, everyone. I think I saw an acquaintance."

After saying that, he walked towards Vermouth calmly.

His steps were slow but calm, and he looked nonchalant, as if he had just discovered the other person's presence by accident.

Vermouth stood in the corner, apparently to avoid being seen.

She held a glass of champagne in her hand, looking elegant and calm, but her eyes were always scanning the surroundings, keeping alert.

"Miss," Maori's deep voice came with a gentle smile, "Excuse me, have we met somewhere before?"

Vermouth was slightly stunned, then quickly adjusted her state, turned around and showed a perfect smile.

"Oh? Sir, I think your face is very familiar."

"Haha, that's because I'm a little famous here."

Maori waved his hand and said modestly, "I am Maori Kogoro, may I know what your name is, young lady?"

Vermouth lowered her head and chuckled, her voice soft but with a hint of coldness: "So you are the famous detective Mr. Maori. I have heard of you for a long time. My name is Chris, and I am an actress. But maybe I am just one of your fans."

Mao Li raised his eyebrows secretly and sneered in his heart.

He did not expose her, but continued: "Ms. Chris, it is my honor to meet you here. Are you also interested in the reminiscences of film director Mr. Sakamaki?"

Vermouth's eyes flickered slightly, obviously not expecting Maori to ask such a direct question.

She took a sip of champagne and replied calmly, "Of course. Mr. Sakamaki is a very talented person. I was fortunate enough to play a small role in one of his works, so I have always respected him."

Mao Li narrowed his eyes and continued in a gentle tone: "What a coincidence, an international star like you appeared at this memorial service. I believe it must have attracted a lot of attention. But why did you choose to stand in the corner and not communicate with everyone?"

Vermouth's smile remained unchanged, but she began to become alert in her heart.

The man's eyes were not as casual as he looked. She felt a little oppressive, but she remained calm: "Mr. Maori, this is a solemn occasion after all, I don't want to make the atmosphere seem frivolous because of me."

Mao Li nodded with an admiring expression: "Ms. Chris is such a low-key person. How about this, I will take you to the center of the hall and introduce you to a few acquaintances. They must be eager to meet you."

Vermouth's heart tightened when she heard this, and she secretly cursed Maori for being difficult to deal with.

She suppressed her displeasure and whispered, "Mr. Maori, I appreciate your kindness. But I still prefer a quieter place, do you mind?"

Mao Li smiled slightly, as if he didn't notice the other party's resistance, and pointed to the stairs on the side: "In fact, there is a small lounge upstairs. The environment is very good and very quiet. If Miss Chris doesn't mind, why don't you come and sit with me?"

Vermouth knew that she couldn't refuse directly, otherwise it would arouse more suspicion, so she could only let out a helpless smile and said, "Since Mr. Maori is so enthusiastic, I will respectfully obey your order."

The two walked up the stairs. Maori deliberately slowed down his pace and walked beside Vermouth, keeping a distance from them.

He observed every subtle movement of Vermouth, secretly guessing her true purpose.

"Ms. Chris, what kind of movies do you like to watch?"

Maori spoke casually, trying to lull the other person into silence with small talk.

"I've been exposed to all kinds of things," Vermouth replied softly, still with a faint smile on her face, "but I prefer works that have depth and artistry."

"Like Mr. Sakamaki's movies?"

Maori replied casually, but his eyes were fixed firmly on her face.

Vermouth frowned slightly, then smiled and said, "Yes. His works have a special appeal, and I think this is why he is admired by many people."

Mao Li nodded slightly, as if he believed in her answer.

He deliberately took a step closer, and said in a slightly teasing tone: "Ms. Chris, you are such an excellent actor, isn't there any director who particularly appreciates you? Or...like me, do I have the opportunity to make a movie with you?"

Vermouth's eyes flashed when she heard that. She felt that Maori was not really teasing her, but was testing her.

She smiled lightly and said in a deliberately teasing tone: "If Mr. Mao Li really wants to make a movie, I can recommend a few friends. But... this is not that simple."

Maori smiled without saying anything, pushed open the door of the lounge and motioned for Vermouth to go in.

The layout of the room is simple yet elegant, and outside the window is the city lights shrouded in night.

Vermouth walked to the sofa and sat down, her posture elegant but always alert: "Mr. Maori, this place is really nice. Do you come here often?"

Mao Li closed the door, walked slowly to her, and his eyes became deep.

He poured two glasses of wine and said, "This is a good place to relax and talk about interesting topics. For example... Miss Chris, why are you here at today's memorial service?"

"Hehe...it's just an invitation from a friend..."

Vermouth gave a standard elegant smile and took two steps back without leaving any trace.

Mao Xiuli Xiaowu suspected that Lang Linxu put the two glasses of wine on the coffee table, put one hand in his pocket, smiled slightly, with a bit of amusement and inquiry in his eyes.

He slowly approached Vermouth, as if completely immersed in her beauty, and said in a cynical tone: "Miss Chris, do you know? From the moment I saw you just now, I can't take my eyes off you."

Vermouth frowned slightly, her heart was alarmed, but she still maintained a calm smile on her face: "Mr. Maori, I have heard too many compliments like this, but to hear it from a famous detective, I am flattered."

Maori smiled but did not respond. Instead, he leaned over and put his face closer to hers, his eyes seeming to pass through all her disguises and reach deep into her heart.

Vermouth felt uncomfortable and leaned back on the sofa, trying to maintain her composure.

"Ms. Chris,"

Mao Li's voice was low and teasing, "Your beauty makes me want to get closer, even..."

He paused here and looked deeply into Vermouth's eyes. "Touch."

Bell's wife Molin's heartbeat could not help but speed up. She pretended to be calm and said coldly: "Mr. Maori, this kind of joke is not funny. As a detective, shouldn't you be more gentlemanly?"

"gentleman?"

Mao Li raised his eyebrows slightly and sneered, "That depends on whether the object is worthy. I'm afraid no man can be a gentleman to a charming woman like you."

Before he could finish his words, Maori had already moved forward, put one hand on the back of the sofa, and trapped Vermouth in his arms.

His face approached rapidly, so close that they could almost feel each other's breath.

"Mouri Kogoro, what are you doing?"

Vermouth shouted in a low voice and tried to push Maori away, but she found that the other party was surprisingly strong and she couldn't shake him no matter how hard she tried.

Mao Li raised his lips into a wicked smile, and looked at her face unscrupulously: "What? Of course...what I want to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed Vermouth's lips directly.

Chapter 441 Reasonable

Vermouth's pupils shrank, and her heart was filled with shock and anger.

She instinctively wanted to resist and pushed her elbow hard into Maori's chest, but found that he didn't move at all.

To make matters worse, Mao Li's other hand had already dishonestly wrapped around her waist, making it completely impossible for her to move.

"let me go!"

Vermouth scolded in a low voice, but her voice seemed a little weak.

Maori loosened her grip a little, but did not let her go completely. Instead, he whispered in her ear, "Ms. Chris, your resistance will only make me want to possess you even more. It's really irresistible."

Vermouth gritted her teeth and forced a sneer on her face: "Mr. Maori, if you continue to be so rude, don't blame me for being rude."

"Oh? Then how are you going to be rude to me?"

Mao Li raised his eyebrows and looked at her, his eyes full of provocation.

He slowly reached out his hand and seemed to "accidentally" touch the fabric on Vermouth's shoulder.

Vermouth was startled and tried to break free, but found that the more she struggled, the stronger Maori's strength became.

Just as she was thinking about how to fight back, Maori's fingers seemed to "accidentally" hook her wig, gently pulling the disguised silver hair, revealing her original blonde hair.

Mao Li pretended to be surprised and said, "Huh? Isn't this Miss Sharon Wynyard? Why is she pretending to be Chris?"

Upon hearing this, Vermouth finally realized that her disguise had been exposed, and the sneer on her face instantly turned into shame and anger.

She pushed Mao Li away suddenly, struggled to break free from his arms, and quickly stood up.

"Mouri Kogoro, you..."

Her face turned red and she glared at Mao Li fiercely, but she found that she couldn't even say a threatening word.

Mao Li stood up calmly, adjusted his tie, and said innocently, "Ms. Sharon, this is not a misunderstanding, is it? I was just curious, and I didn't expect you to react so strongly."

Vermouth clenched her teeth and suppressed the anger in her heart.

She knew that continuing would only make her more passive, so she forced herself to calm down and said coldly: "Mr. Mao Li's methods are indeed unique. I will remember it."

After saying that, she quickly turned around and left the room, her steps slightly flustered.

Maori watched her leave, a playful smile on his face.

This woman's heart is not on my side. This alone is not enough to conquer her. I need to find other ways.

He looked down at a document in his hand - the one he had just taken from Vermouth during the chaos.

There were several encrypted words written on the document. He didn't know the specific content yet, but he was sure that it was crucial to the subsequent group actions.

He snorted softly, folded the document and put it away, leaning back on the sofa and thinking about the "confrontation" just now.

Although this woman, Vermouth, is extremely dangerous, her figure and temperament are indeed impressive.

Next time it should be a real battle. When I meet her again, it won’t be as simple as just “sounding out the truth”.

……

Kogoro Mouri returned to the memorial service with a calm and expressionless expression.

He glanced around and soon his eyes fell on the calm old man in the corner - Kenzo Masuyama, a member of the Black Organization codenamed Pisco.

Maori stroked the documents he had just taken from Vermouth in his palm.

The document detailed Pisco's identity and background, as well as the target of the assassination mission he was assigned to carry out at the memorial meeting - Senator Tunkou.

Congressman Tunkou's name appeared prominently in the document, while another part of the document revealed the congressman's long-term dark dealings.

Mao Li stared at the shocking crimes listed in the document and couldn't help frowning.

On the surface, Councillor Tunkou is a public figure dedicated to the "anti-gang" cause, but in private he shields drug trafficking gangs and even collaborates with overseas criminal organizations to smuggle arms.

He used his power to force young women to serve him in extremely cruel ways.

Some innocent families were destroyed because of his profit-making scheme, but he completely shirked his responsibilities and even exploited legal loopholes to evade sanctions.