I was in Conan, and after picking up Xiao Ai, I was chased by Hongzi.

Hearing the question, Otoi Hiroshi exchanged glances with Vermouth and nodded:

"Yes, Curacao, dead."

The voice on the other end fell into a brief silence, and then the hoarse voice of the boss, which sounded like an electronic synthesis, came from the microphone:

"Well done, Lark."

"I am happy to serve you - Boss." Yin Jinghong swore his loyalty, and then changed the subject:

"What should I do next?"

……

Otoi Hiro, who was holding the phone, frowned:

"What on earth is he thinking? Curacao is clearly Rum's man, but he asked me to get rid of Curacao. Even if it's a factional dispute, it's inappropriate at such a sensitive stage..."

"hateful--"

He grabbed a handful of hair impatiently, holding his forehead with his hand and his eyes were dim.

Now, we have reached the final round.

Known opponents are BOSS, Rum, Kudo Yusaku, and - the intelligence organizations of various countries.

Even though I have made a lot of preparations, I still have too few cards in my hand.

"it does not matter……"

The gentle touch from the palm of Vermouth's hand beside him made him subconsciously raise his head.

——Meet those eyes that are as beautiful as gems in the sunlight.

"it does not matter……"

She slightly curved her eyes, her long eyelashes shone, and a smile appeared on the corners of her mouth.

The palm of the hand caressed Otoi Hiroshi's head with an extremely gentle rhythm, making him feel an unprecedented peace.

"We still have an important card in our hand."

Otoi Hiro looked carefully into Vermouth's eyes; the haziness in her pupils instantly dissipated, and a terrifying light burst out.

“Yes, you are right, Vermouth.” He grasped her shoulders, his palms trembling slightly, “I am being too stubborn… Curacao is still in our hands! This way we have the capital to stand on the chessboard and play against them.”

"Lake...you hurt me..."

Vermouth seemed to be burned by his flaming gaze, her pretty face slightly reddened, and she slowly turned away.

"……Feel sorry."

Otoi Hiro quickly let go of her hand and gave her a deep kiss on her pink cheek.

"I love you, Vermouth!"

After saying that, he hurried to see the situation in Curacao.

Her silver hair fell smoothly on her shoulders, and her extremely beautiful eyes quietly watched his departing back.

Wait until his figure completely disappeared from sight, then he stood up and slowly walked to the window.

Biting her lips lightly, the pure white nightgown outlined her snow-white skin. She stood in the bright sunshine, like a beautiful blooming flower.

The slowly raised index finger finally landed on the place he had just kissed, and a happy smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"I love you too—Hiroshi."

……

The moment he reached Curacao's door, Otoi Hiroshi's initial enthusiasm had slowly subsided.

If Curacao were just an object, he would have countless ways to use her.

But she is a human being with flesh and blood and intelligence.

He is also Rum's most trusted minion.

Must be treated with caution.

……

The dazzling sunlight shone on the white sheets, a tiny red light flashed by, and Curacao opened his eyes.

She covered her head, still feeling some phantom pain.

He sat up stiffly and subconsciously observed the unfamiliar room in front of him.

The white curtains swayed in the breeze, and in the comfortable air, she suddenly smelled a light fragrance.

The pain in her mind seemed to ease a little, and she realized that she was lying on the bed. There was a vase with a bunch of white daisies in it within her sight.

——She smiled subconsciously, even though she didn't know why she was smiling.

I walked barefoot to the window, looked at my reflection in the glass, and a layer of mist slowly appeared in my eyes.

Otoi Hiroshi, who pushed open the door, happened to see this scene and called her tentatively.

"Curaçao?"

The moment she turned around, the faint light and warm breeze lifted her silver hair like a scattered galaxy, and her eyes were clear and clean.

Otoi Hiro was attracted by her beauty at that moment.

After a moment, her silver hair fell, and she pointed at herself carefully and cautiously:

"…Are you calling me?"

Otoi Hiroshi was stunned.

"My name is... Otoi Hiroshi."

——She lost her memory.

At this moment, she was like a piece of pure white paper, as bright as the daisy on the bedside.

No longer a tool for competition among various parties, no longer Rum's loyal dog.

"It's your...husband," he said.

——Since this has happened, you don’t have to dance with blood and gunfire anymore. Become a beautiful rose.

"husband?"

Curacao covered her head and shook it, as if overusing her brain had caused her physical discomfort.

"I'm sorry, I can't remember anything right now... Please give me some time..."

"it does not matter……"

Otoi Hiro walked in front of her, leaned forward slightly due to inertia, and stretched out his hands behind him to embrace her fragile body.

"It's okay... Curacao... I will always be by your side..."

Curacao felt the warmth, felt his burning heartbeat, and felt an unprecedented sense of security.

"Um--"

She gently tilted her head and rested it on his shoulder:

"I believe what you said. I don't know why... your aura is familiar to me..."

……

After a moment of strange silence, Vermouth suddenly burst into laughter.

Her straight body bent slightly and she smiled so hard that tears almost came out.

"Hahahaha... Curacao has lost her memory, and you took advantage of the situation and made her treat you as her husband? Lak... you are so funny!" She wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes with her fingers.

Otoi Hiroshi's face suddenly darkened:

"How could I know she had lost her memory in the first place? Under the circumstances, my choice was the best solution, okay?"

"So..." Vermouth finally stopped laughing, "What are you going to do?"

She subconsciously glanced at Curacao who was sitting on a bench not far away.

"At least let's leave some good memories first."

Otoi Hiro let out a long sigh:

"We can create a large amount of memories to fill the blanks in her mind, so that she can trust us completely. Maybe we can get something from her."

Vermouth shook her index finger and emphasized: "It's you, not us--"

He couldn't help rolling his eyes:

"If you feel like there's nothing else to do, you can go back to the hotel and wait for me."

"I reject."

Her voice suddenly sank:

"How can I allow the man I love to be so sweet with the woman I hate...when I can't see..."

"Hey——Why is there a sour smell in the air~"

Just as Vermouth was about to retort, Otoi Hiro grabbed her waist and pulled her over, kissing her mouth to mouth.

She was stunned for a moment, then slowly closed her eyes.

——She tightly grasped the collar of his shirt.