Non-mainstream Conan viewing style

In an upscale cafe in the distance, Vermouth was staring at the interior of the Ferris wheel through a telescope with a frown on her face.

"What's going on?" she murmured to herself, "Has his memory still not recovered? Could it be that something went wrong with the email sent to Rum?"

She remembered that Curacao had sent an email to Rum earlier, saying that Kiel and Bourbon were not rats.

If the memory still hasn't been restored, the authenticity of this email is highly questionable.

At this time, inside the Ferris wheel cabin, Yuya Kazami was trying to calm down the emotionally out-of-control Curacao. "Calm down and sit down, Curacao."

He tried to calm Curacao down, but Curacao went crazy and attacked Yuya Kazami with his free hand.

"Hey, don't move!" Yuya Kazami shouted loudly, trying to stop Curacao.

(Curaçao's flashback)

Curacao had seen Vermouth before. At that time, she was tied to a medical bed, helpless and hopeless. Vermouth looked at her coldly and said, "It's your fault, Curacao. Your special brain remembers things that are not good for the organization. Your ability is indeed outstanding, but if you use your ability in the wrong place, you will become a huge threat."

Vermouth raised her silenced pistol and pointed it at Curacao's chest. "So you have to understand that this ending is your fate," she said coldly.

However, just as he was about to pull the trigger, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded: "Wait."

Vermouth looked up in astonishment: "Could it be that...why are you in a place like this?"

The mechanical voice replied: "You can leave, Vermouth."

The entire environment suddenly became pitch black, with only a huge "RUM" symbol hanging in the air.

The mechanical voice echoed in the darkness: "Curaçao, there is no 'color' in your world. What exists is only deep darkness. But if you feel that this darkness makes you miserable, you can cover it up with other colors. Your special ability can only be used by me. Whether it is the ability to input or output information. From now on, become my right-hand man, Curacao."

(Back to reality)

Curacao suddenly became quiet, as if returning to reality from memory.

Yuya Kazami took the opportunity to ask, "Hey, are you okay? Cheer up." He looked at Curacao worriedly, ready to call an ambulance.

However, Curacao showed an expression of success. "There is no need for this anymore." She suddenly flew up with her legs, clamped Kazami Yuya's head, turned around, twisted him, and fell heavily to the ground, fainting.

The pistol instantly fell out of Yuya Kazami's hand and rolled to the ground.

Vermouth watched all this silently through a telescope from a distance, her eyes revealing a bit of deep thought. "It seems that Curacao has recovered his memory." She whispered to herself, as if recalling the past entanglement with Curacao.

At this time, she gently pressed the call button of the Bluetooth headset, and her voice was low and calm: "Curacao has entered the controllable range." A brief confirmation came from the other end of the phone.

Vermouth then clicked a button on the computer screen, and a countdown interface popped up, with 2 minutes ticking slowly on the screen. "There are still two minutes until the cockpit reaches the highest point." She muttered to herself, as if calculating something, "Is it about time to start?"