The Split-Actress in Conan's World

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New York is an anxious city.

There are always people who leave home earlier than the sun and return home later than the sun.

Perhaps many uninformed outsiders think that this city is full of hope and vitality, but the closer they get to it, the more they will realize its lifelessness.

The well-known Wall Street has long been eliminated and turned into a simple, narrow and old commercial street. The Statue of Liberty, a symbol of freedom, is not so free when it comes to charging. You can even see homeless people everywhere in unexpected places.

Looking from a high place, whether it is morning, noon or night, the city is always crowded with people. They are like diligent ants, defending their positions in this steel ant nest.

This is the despairing landscape that Vermouth sees every day when she looks down from her luxury apartment.

People who live a mediocre life numbly repeat their work day after day and have no idea the meaning of their lives.

In God's eyes, such people are probably no different than humans looking at ants, right?

The big golden retriever seemed to sense that its owner was in a low mood. It wooped and moved its warm, furry face closer to her, arching its back against her neck.

"Good boy, good boy..."

Vermouth patted its head, then reached out and hugged it. After a while, she stood up and walked to the dressing table.

He skillfully put on a human skin mask and then painted on it. After a while, a beautiful, mature face, which showed a little old age at the right time, appeared in front of the mirror.

This is an image of the famous actress Sharon Wynyard.

Then, she thought about it and put another layer of mask on her face, and soon drew the image of a bald, round-faced man.

This is Officer Ladishou Rewood of the New York City Police Department.

After all, this time she was going to meet her out-of-touch junior sister, and considering her habit of racing, she would probably need help.

At night, the light from Times Square can almost illuminate the sky for several kilometers around, making it impossible to feel the night atmosphere. The only thing that can be seen from the increasing number of drug addicts and street prostitutes in the alleys is that it is indeed night.

With the disguised Vermouth arrived at the place where she and Yukiko had agreed to meet, she saw her silver Jaguar, but besides the car, there was also a police officer standing next to the car, talking to the driver's seat and writing a ticket.

"Please show me your driver's license and entry permit."

"Okay, okay..." Kudo Yukiko took her hands off the steering wheel, searched inside the car, and handed it to the police outside the car with a smile.

"Your speed has exceeded 40 miles per hour. Do you want to be like the protagonist of 'Manhunt'?" The policeman took the ID she handed over and couldn't help but complain.

"Because we are in a hurry, that's why..." Yukiko smiled awkwardly.

The police looked at the ID, then looked at Kudo Yukiko carefully, and seemed to remember something. He said in confusion: "You look familiar."

"Ah, that's because..." Yukiko sweatdropped.

"You may have seen her in some incident. She is one of us." At this time, a round-faced man with a bald head and small eyes came over and said to the policeman.

"Captain Lei Wude?" The policeman was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saluted.

Vermouth nodded and added, "She is a police officer in charge of investigating confidential cases. It seems that she has lost the criminal."

In the car, the teenage Kudo Shinichi leaned close to Yukiko's ear and whispered, "Who is that uncle?"

"He's Officer Radishue Rewood of the New York Police Department, whom your father met when he was helping to solve a case."

The policeman left quickly and no ticket was issued.

"Thanks, Radishiu, you really helped me a lot!"

Vermouth chuckled and tore off the mask on her face.

"You seem to have thanked the wrong person."

She revealed the face of the popular actress Wynyard underneath.

"Sharon?" Yukiko Kudo asked in surprise.

Vermouth made up an excuse: "The police officer just now is my fan. I chatted with him while waiting for you, and I happened to hear him receiving a radio notification saying that a silver Jaguar was speeding in the city..."

"So I suddenly had an idea and disguised myself as him to save the situation. You should be thankful that I happened to have this set of men's clothes with me."

Yukiko looked outside the car and found that many people had seen this magical scene and came over.

"But everyone is watching. Is that okay?"

"It's OK, because I told them in advance that we are making a movie."

Vermouth waved her hand casually.

Yukiko Kudo smiled happily: "Wow, I like you the most, Sharon!"

"Mom, who is this? Should you introduce her to me?" Kudo Shinichi said dazedly when he saw that the police officer he had just introduced turned into a woman.

"Hey, Shinichi, don't you know her? She is a superstar in the United States!" said Mao Lilan who was sitting in the back seat.

"No, what I mean is, why can she disguise herself as other people?!" Kudo Shinichi pointed at Vermouth, seeming surprised.

"Didn't I tell you?" Yukiko Kudo was a little confused. After thinking about it, she found that she seemed to have never told her son about her past schooling.

"When I first entered the entertainment industry, in order to play a certain role well, I went to a famous magician to be my teacher and asked him to teach me the art of disguise. At that time, Sharon also found that magician, and your sister Weiyang was also there, so we became fellow students and later became good friends."

She smiled sheepishly again: "But maybe it's because I don't have any talent. I still can't disguise myself as other people as Sharon and Weiyang do."

Mao Lilan was a little surprised: "The Weiyang you are talking about, isn't it the internationally famous 'Queen Weiyang'?"

"That's right. Weiyang is the best among us. Xiaolan, do you like her? It's a pity that she is in Cannes recently, otherwise I would have let you meet her."

Mao Lilan shook her head: "It's okay. It's great to meet someone as famous as Miss Sharon in New York. I should really thank God!"

Kudo Shinichi's mouth twitched. He should thank his mother...

Besides, his mother is not an unknown person. Why didn’t Xiaolan look so excited when she saw her mother?

“Is there really a God in this world?”

It began to drizzle from the sky. Vermouth reached out to catch two drops, then opened the umbrella in her bag.

"If it really exists, then how can people who work hard to live in this world encounter misfortune?"

She smiled a mocking yet somewhat sad smile and said softly, "But the angel has never smiled at me... not even once."

"What... does this mean?" Mao Lilan asked in confusion, as if she didn't understand what she meant.

Yukiko turned and smiled at her: "She meant that she suffered a lot... right Sharon?"

Vermouth saw her wink at her.

"Yes, my life is made up of a series of misfortunes."

Without the mood to say more, Vermouth started walking towards the theater not far away.

"Go park the car. It's almost time for us to go backstage."

Kudo Shinichi looked at her back and was slightly stunned.

Unfortunately, this theater trip was not smooth. Not long after they started the visit, Mao Lilan was scratched by a mirror while saving an actress, and Vermouth lent her a handkerchief.

It was only because of being rescued by Mao Lilan that the actress had the opportunity to successfully complete her murder plan.

Vermouth realized this in advance and didn't want to be involved in the murder case, so she made up an excuse and left.

"Sharon, aren't you going to watch the show?" Yukiko asked puzzledly.

"No, I have something urgent to do and can't refuse."

There are more interesting shows to watch tonight. She is happy to have a unique class reunion, but she can forget about the murder.

After leaving the theater, she took out her cell phone and made a call.

"Hey?"

There was a male voice with a funny tone.

She asked succinctly, "Aren't you going to hang out with the FBI tonight? Where? I'm a little free."

The person on the other end of the phone was naturally Glenfiddich, the person in charge of New York. He seemed a little surprised: "Will you take the initiative to find a job one day?"

"Leave me alone?"

"Okay, just find a way to find out their defense layout, and I'll send you the plan later."

By the time she finished reading the plan and ran to the action site, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Gryffindor said that no matter what method she used, it would not disturb his arrangement... although she knew without thinking that his arrangement would only be a bomb.

Recently, a rampant silver-haired killer appeared in New York. Although he sounds like Gin from the description, he is actually just a lunatic with some mental illness, and his skills are not as good as Gin. It's just that he kills randomly so he is difficult to catch.

The FBI is also tracking down this silver-haired killer. If you want to fish for him, this identity will be very useful.

Vermouth took a quick look at the investigation on the silver-haired killer, quickly disguised herself, and came to the alley with the abandoned low-rise building.

As an intelligence officer, her observation and sharpness were extraordinary. Just as she entered the alley, she noticed at least three gazes.

There is no terrifying gaze, so there should be no snipers. After all, this alley is too narrow and not suitable for sniping.

Arranging three people to lurk was actually a risk for the FBI. Who didn't know that Grunfiddy was a bomb maniac? Running to such a narrow and remote corner was actually tantamount to seeking death.

These three people are most likely not FBI agents, but homeless informants bought by them.

Because their peeping skills are so bad.

She nimbly jumped onto the external iron ladder of an abandoned building, climbed up lightly, and in a few moves subdued a homeless man who had disappeared from her sight.

But it seems that he knew nothing. He just took the money and was asked to watch out for suspicious people here.

There was nothing to gain, so Vermouth simply snapped his neck and went to the rooftop.

However, as soon as she reached the roof, she saw what was happening on the other street next door.

I saw Mao Lilan standing in the middle of the road, holding an umbrella, looking embarrassed.

In front of her was a man wearing a black windbreaker, waist-length black hair, and a knitted hat.

Although he dresses similarly, he and Glenfiddich have completely different temperaments.

If Glenfiddich is casual and undisciplined, then this man is as calm as ice, silently exuding a dangerous aura.

That's Shuichi Akai.

Originally, Shuichi Akai had already noticed the silver-haired killer in Vermouth's disguise, but since Granfiddich's side was obviously more important, he did not intend to intervene. However, for some reason, the girl in front of him ran to such a remote corner. If she met the silver-haired killer, it would undoubtedly be another tragedy.