Chapter 251 Vermouth's Test

After dinner, Shimizu Koji left Dr. Agasa's house. It was six o'clock in the afternoon.

The rain gradually stopped, like a temporary rest, the intermission time, because the dark clouds in the sky were circling and refused to leave. At night, there might be a few pale flashes of lightning, which would scare the children who didn't sleep well.

Conan was of course not in this list. He was no longer a child, and he had just experienced a thrilling adventure treasure hunt and passionate counter-killing.

Thinking of the text message Conan sent to him, Shimizu Koji felt a little emotional and complicated.

He killed Pu Si Qinglan, a woman with ulterior motives, and according to the subsequent confirmation and investigation by the police and Conan, she was an international robber, codenamed Scobin.

It stands to reason that Conan and his friends' journey should be safe even if it was not smooth, but unexpectedly, without Scobin, at the end, the old man Qian Jiangyi suddenly stood up and wanted to play the robbery with a gun.

This matter is very strange. At least, in retrospect, there are some points that Shimizu Koji can't understand. Of course, there are a lot of things he doesn't understand about the incident of the Egg of Memory.

It's just that this point of Qian Jiangyi seems a bit strange.

Qian Jiangyi, an antique dealer, is dressed gorgeously. His gestures are not noble, but he is full of the arrogance of ordinary rich people. According to the police's subsequent investigation, he didn't have any huge debts to repay.

But it was just such a person who committed armed robbery at the last moment of treasure hunting, which was enough for him, who was already in his fifties, to stay in prison until his death.

Greed? This is a bit far-fetched.

However, if you use a strange angle, or in other words, connect it to Kaito Kidd and the witch who attaches great importance to Kaito Kidd, Shimizu Koji got a not so normal, but unexpectedly reasonable explanation.

This world also has some mysterious powers, which need not be denied.

So whether it is the technology that Tie Michiko mentioned before that gradually dominates the world, or the witch's attention to Kaito Kid, there seems to be a causal relationship, or an opposition relationship.

And regarding this relationship, the witch's letter has already prepared the answer for Shimizu Koji.

Balance, the balance of good and evil

Getting in the car, he took a look at the Masamune on the co-pilot, and a black Colt revolver pistol.

Shimizu Koji fastened his seat belt. He took all the safety measures and even brought the pistol that he and Tie Michiko asked for after the last visit to Tie's house.

Although it is highly likely that he will not use it, because he knows the hidden identity of the big star, but the big star does not know that he knows it. Combined with the previous things, the purpose of this lady Belmode is probably not simple, but she will not want to do anything bad to him.

And this not simple purpose, in fact, now Shimizu Koji can roughly guess, to recruit him.

This is not difficult to guess, and the reason is not just because Shimizu Koji knew that this woman was serving that organization. Shimizu Koji still remembers the first time he met Vermouth.

That was after the dramatic Kanto Tournament. Although the tournament was terminated and there was chaos, it was not difficult for others to find out what happened on the day of the tournament.

In particular, Vermouth was also the accomplice of Gin, whose bullet was cut off by his sword. Presumably, it was because of this that the other party looked at him differently and favored him when they first met.

Rather than the kind he had guessed before. Now thinking back, it seems a bit ridiculous, but there is no doubt that the other party is indeed a rich woman.

The car started slowly, he drove out of the courtyard, and finally disappeared at the corner of the street.

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Polaris Club.

Looking at the time, Vermouth gently shook the wine glass in her hand, and the golden wine was washed in the glass. Her flaming red lips were bright and attractive. Even in this closed club with cold air, she could attract the attention of people around her.

A man in his twenties sat at the same table with her, but he was not as carefree as Vermouth. He seemed a little embarrassed in front of his beloved goddess.

Calvados tried to straighten his back, so that the wide windbreaker neck guard could not cover his handsome side face. He wore a cap, which was also windproof, but more often used to conceal his identity. It was almost every sniper's favorite equipment.

The club was deserted and closed. There was no waiter. There were no customers except Vermouth.

She even brought her own wine. After all, she asked someone to accompany her for a drink. She couldn't do without wine. However, it had been a while, and she couldn't stand the loneliness. It didn't matter if she drank a glass first.

"Ms. Diana, would you like a glass?"

Vermouth looked aside and sat quietly. Her face was very bad, like Diana who had aged several years in an instant.

Although Diana wasn't very pretty before, after all, she was old, but she also had long wavy golden hair, just like Vermouth.

But now, when the two sat together, Vermouth's golden hair was still smooth and bright, but her golden hair looked like a boring dry yellow after being permed and dyed.

Faced with Belmode's invitation, Diana seemed a little terrified, or flattered. She waved her hands repeatedly and smiled bitterly, no longer having the demeanor of the club owner in the past.

Belmode, who was rejected, was not annoyed. She was just saying it casually. It didn't matter whether Diana agreed or not.

At this moment, Calvados on the side took everything in. He sat up straighter and reached out to pick up the wine glass in front of him. However, Belmode didn't even look at him, or, unless Belmode was in a good mood, she would pretend not to see it.

Men, men who are obsessed with their beauty, Belmode knows very well what kind of attitude should be used to make such people work for them instead of being ridden on their heads.

Many women will mess up such things and fall into the whirlpool of love with their subordinates. In Belmode's view, that is really ridiculous.

And fortunately, Diana also gave her a reason in time for her to really turn a blind eye to Calvados's pretense.

"You can help..."

"Shhhh." Before Diana finished speaking, Vermouth raised her index finger and put it on her red lips.

A shush made Diana swallow back the words she had finally said.

The disappointment, anxiety, bitterness and other emotions in her eyes were even more bitter than the absinthe in Vermouth's glass.

"The person who can help you is not me, um, listen, the person who can help you is here."

The door of the club was open, and it was clear that the sound of brakes and engines turning off could be heard from the alley outside the door, which should have been deserted.

Vermouth's eyes moved slightly, revealing a rare interest. She was looking forward to whether Shimizu Koji's performance would be as satisfactory as she thought.