Ke Xue: I have a knife, and you still dare to fight me?

Conan's pupils dilated for a split second.

Black clothes, and that murderous look in his eyes.

He couldn't help but recall the figure of Gin he had seen at the tropical amusement park that day.

Conan's alarm bells were ringing loudly. Could it be?!

Tequila cursed the brat in his heart as he bumped into his injured leg.

Can't you watch where you're going? If there weren't so many people around, you'd be the first one killed.

damn it.

Cursing Conan under her breath, Tequila continued her limping journey.

Seeing that Tequila was about to leave, Conan quickly came to his senses.

He got up from the ground, staring intently at the back of the agave, and then he noticed the limp in the agave's gait.

Was his leg injured? Was it congenital or...?

Ignoring these details, Conan quickly followed.

Kurokawasaki Tsuki, who had been hanging behind Tequila, naturally witnessed what had just happened.

It's Conan again! You're as charismatic as ever, rushing up to the organization's members the moment you see them.

Vermouth, of course, also noticed Conan's furtive figure.

Ok?

What's this little rascal up to?

Vermouth took a second look and was surprised to find that the face looked somewhat familiar.

However, I only glanced at it a couple more times, since keeping an eye on Kurokawasaki Tsuki was more important right now.

Tequila had already arrived at the front desk for storing items.

After giving the number, I received the box I had stored there.

Then I found a landline nearby and started contacting Gin.

Conan crept to one side, but there was no way he could hear the conversation from that spot.

Then he noticed the vending machine behind the tequila.

He dragged the trash can from next door to the vending machine, stood on the trash can, and pretended to buy a drink.

Finally, I got through to Tequila on the phone.

"It's me, Tequila."

Conan frowned. That was his code name, Tequila... So he was a member of that organization after all.

Unfortunately, the voice on the other end of the phone is still not clear from this location.

All that could be heard was the agave occasionally making a soft "hmm" sound.

"Okay, I understand, Gin."

Upon hearing the name of his old friend "Gin," Conan shuddered.

The wallet in her hand fell to the ground.

Coins clattered and scattered all over the ground.

Gin! I've finally found you!

Agave also noticed the commotion behind it.

Why is it that brat again? What bad luck.

Gin on the other end of the phone asked, "What's wrong, Tequila?"

"It's nothing, just a damn brat who dropped a damn coin on the damn ground."

"...Finish the task quickly."

Gin gave a brief instruction and then hung up the phone.

Conan wasn't idle either; he quickly retrieved the location-tracking bug and, while picking up coins, stuck it to the sole of Tequila's shoe.

He was shouting in a disgusting childish voice, "Uncle, could you please move your foot? I can't find my coin."

Tequila was already annoyed, and then he saw this brat picking at his injured foot again.

This is even more annoying.

He raised his foot and kicked Conan hard.

But he forgot that this was his injured leg, and it hurt so much that he grimaced in pain.

Damn brat, you'll be the first one I deal with after I finish my mission.

Tequila limped into the restroom, supporting herself with one hand against the wall.

Conan wasn't feeling well either after getting kicked.

Not to mention that it was a kick filled with the resentment of tequila.

Conan rubbed his chest.

It's outrageous that they would treat a cute little child so cruelly. The people in this organization are truly ruthless and inhuman!

However, Conan couldn't care less about that now. He hid behind the toilet wall, opened his glasses, activated the location-tracking eavesdropping device, and listened to Tequila's every move.

Soon, the sound of tequila came through the glasses.

"Strange, why can't I insert the key? Hmm, why isn't there a lock? Never mind, let's open it and take a look."

The black Kawasaki Tsuki outside didn't expect Tequila to be so slow in doing a task, taking so long to come out. Did she just have a stomachache and go to the toilet inside?

Vermouth was also waiting in the hall. Since Kurokawasaki didn't move, she didn't dare to move either.

Who knows what will happen in the next second.

"BOOM!"

A deafening explosion came from where the tequila had just entered.

The whole building felt a jolt.

……

Kurokawasaki Tsukiya was dumbfounded.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, his Sharingan peered through the wall and saw that the agave had turned to dust, dead beyond any doubt.

The shoes were blown off.

Then he saw Conan hiding to the side.

Conan rushed over and picked up the shoe that the tequila had blown off, then looked through it.

Kurokawasaki Tsuki fell silent; he seemed to remember who Tequila was...

No wonder I don't remember you. Turns out you were the unlucky guy who died the most haphazardly, Tequila!

What exactly did you do to anger Death?

At the same time, it wasn't just Kurokawasaki Tsuki who was dumbfounded, but also Vermouth, who was not far away.

what happened! ?

Could it be...

She rushed over to check and saw thick black smoke billowing from the toilet entrance, with dust floating everywhere.

Agave has also disappeared without a trace.

But she just watched Tequila go in; no one else went in besides her.

It seems that this is the only possibility.

Ignoring everything else, Vermouth braved the thick smoke to investigate, only to find nothing but scraps of meat inside.

What... what is this...?

Who did this?!

It was awesome!!

Chapter 48 Cool Guy

The sudden explosion shocked everyone present.

Conan was curious about the woman who rushed into the toilet.

Could it be that she is also a member of the organization?

Conan's eyes showed a hint of seriousness.

Vermouth had by then confirmed Tequila's death, but who was responsible?

Are they enemies of the organization? And who would dare to attack the organization?

The image of Kurokawasaki Tsuki flashed through her mind, but she quickly dismissed it, since he had been in her sight the whole time.

At this moment, the man Vermouth was longing for, Kurokawasaki Tsuki, was playing the role of a concerned bystander and dialed the police.

If we don't get the police here soon, it won't be fun if Gin comes.

Kurokawa Saki slipped away, avoiding everyone's gaze. Anyway, with Conan here, solving the case was only a matter of time. But he wondered if Vermouth would find out.

Who cares? Vermouth isn't going to harm Shinichi Kudo.

Anyway, his target was Tequila, because he had promised Shuichi Akai that he would help him contact Akemi Miyano, so the best scenario would be to get rid of Tequila without anyone knowing and silence him completely.

This way, no information about Kurokawasaki Tsuki will be revealed.

Although it wouldn't be a big deal to let Tequila return to the organization alive, it would just cause a little more trouble.

After all, the other party might only know him as a swordsman, who would have thought it was me?

Who knows, it might be Ishikawa Goemon from next door.

However, this is clearly the best outcome. Tequila died in an accident, accidentally blown up by a kind-hearted citizen of Beika.

This couldn't be better.

Kurokawa Saki hummed a little tune, hailed a taxi, and went home.

Shortly after they left, Inspector Megure arrived with his team.

Inspector Megure was already used to seeing Mori's brother and his family reappear at the scene.

Meanwhile, Conan was still busy at the scene, gathering clues while also keeping an eye on the woman who appeared to be a member of the organization.

After much deduction, he finally figured out the truth, but the tranquilizer dart aimed at Kogoro Mouri was accidentally blocked by Ran, only to be stopped by the key tag in Ran's pocket.

Fortunately, when Conan was sneaking around trying to retrieve the tranquilizer dart, Ran mistook him for a pervert and kicked him. Luckily, Conan's short stature prevented the kick from landing squarely on Kogoro Mouri's face.

The wall behind Kogoro Mouri's head was so badly damaged that it developed spiderweb-like cracks from being kicked.

But the result was good; Kogoro Mouri fainted, and Conan quickly began his deduction.

Vermouth, who was present at the scene, naturally took in everything. She never expected that her Angel would be here as well.

And this kid in the blue suit looks incredibly suspicious, plus he's a detective kid...

and many more!

detective?

A possibility flashed through Vermouth's mind.

Will it be you?

mine……

Cool Guy!

Vermouth immediately decided that she would go back to the organization to investigate no matter what.

Just then, Gin texted her, asking what Tequila was up to, and why it was taking so long to make such a small deal.