The Split-Actress in Conan's World

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"pain!"

Looking at Maori Kogoro who was very careful but still poked his flesh, Maori Ran couldn't help but say: "I shaved on the Shinkansen on the day I went to attend my friend's wedding..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Maori Kogoro pulled his tie, "It's because I discussed with the client too late yesterday and couldn't get up in the morning."

"That sounds nice, but I don't know who was drunk and fell asleep at the gate. He was just out drinking!"

Mao Lilan stepped forward and straightened his tie which had been twisted askew in his haste.

"Well, that's because adults have their own way of communicating..."

"Yes Yes."

Maori Kogoro rolled his eyes, "Humph, it was because you said you really wanted to come and kept begging me that I brought you here, and this brat too."

"I've never been to Kyoto, but I've always heard it's beautiful."

Mao Lilan turned to Conan who was eating boxed sushi and smiled, "You want to go and see it too, right, Conan?"

"Ah, um!"

Conan responded vaguely with seaweed crumbs on the corners of his mouth.

"By the way, this kid's parents haven't called for such a long time?" As Kogoro Mouri spoke, he also felt strange.

"No......"

"Um, I'm going to the bathroom!" Conan forced a smile and found an excuse to run away.

Humph...I don't like living under someone else's roof either.

It’s all because of those men in black that my body has become so small now.

He stood outside the aisle, waiting for the door to open.

Speaking of men in black…?

wow——

The car door opened and two tall figures appeared in front of Conan, like a wall.

"Get out of the way, a good dog doesn't block the road!" Vodka looked down and saw a child blocking the aisle. He directly pushed him aside with a fierce tone.

This guy with the black briefcase is the wide chin of the day!

Conan retreated to the wall of the carriage, his heart shaken.

The other one must be——

Eh?

Wasn’t he a guy with white hair? How come he had black hair?

Dyed your hair?

Glenfiddich yawned, walked past Vodka, and sat down in a row. "Why would you argue with a kid?"

Vodka sat down next to him, still speaking in a somewhat aggressive tone, "Children can be very annoying sometimes."

Without dwelling on this topic for too long, he raised his hand to look at his watch again.

"It will take about twenty minutes to get there. Are you ready, Grunfiddi? Big Brother trusts your ability and sent you on this mission."

"Don't be silly, Vodka. Would you question Gin's accuracy in shooting?"

Glenfiddich peeled a strawberry-flavored lollipop, put it in his mouth, and closed his eyes to rest.

Time passed quickly, he opened his eyes again and motioned to Vodka to check the time.

"Oh, that's enough, let's go."

The two walked towards the restaurant car together.

"Hey, Vodka."

"Ah?" Vodka was a little confused when he was suddenly called.

Grunfiddy bit the remaining plastic stick and sneered, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"You're right, kids can be annoying sometimes."

Taking advantage of the passage connecting the carriages, he hid behind the door with Vodka.

After a while, a small figure rushed in anxiously, looking around and shaking his head.

"Tsk, this brat..."

"Oh my, Sister Xiaolan, I can't see the toilet. Where is the toilet? I can't hold it any longer!" Conan's face wrinkled, and he jumped up and down with his pants held up, and soon ran back.

Vodka hadn't even finished his words yet, hesitating whether to continue saying something harsh, and at this moment he unconsciously turned his gaze to Glenfiddich.

Just looking at Gin as usual.

"Let's go."

Grunfiddi raised his eyebrows and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

In the back carriage, Conan finally let out a sigh of relief and began to feel a little scared.

I was almost caught by that guy!

If his reaction was even a second slower, he would definitely be discovered that something was wrong!

Conan originally thought that although becoming smaller would cause various inconveniences, it would still be a great advantage in collecting clues, as most criminals would not be on guard against a child.

Like the Baker Street Guerrillas.

But at this moment, he clearly realized that in the eyes of those truly extremely dangerous criminals, the identity of a child could not guarantee safety!

They really do suspect everyone equally!

After calming down, he reorganized his observations.

Those two people went to a restaurant?

Are you going to meet up with someone?

Conan quickly returned to the seat where the two men in black had sat before, and broke off a piece of the glasses leg from the glasses prop invented for him by Dr. Agasa, which turned out to be a small eavesdropping device.

Just wrap this in gum and stick it under the seat...

"Conan, what are you doing here?" Mao Lilan grabbed his hand unhappily, "You want to play a prank, right?"

She snatched the gum away and righteously lectured him, "How could you leave gum in a place like this!"

"You have to throw it into the trash can." She threw the gum in and grabbed Conan and walked to their seat.

Conan chuckled twice.

We can only let it stay there for now.

As long as they don't find out...

"Huh, I can finally smoke."

Vodka complained and lit a cigarette for himself.

"What is this?" Gryffindor took a closer look at the chewing gum.

Vodka looked over when he heard the sound. "Hey, that's strange. Why is there a piece of chewing gum here?"

He casually guessed: "Maybe it was thrown by the previous passenger. How uncivilized."

Glenfiddich remained noncommittal and said in a gloomy tone: "That's not necessarily true, Vodka..."

"When it comes to chewing gum, the first things that come to mind are bugs and bombs. You've been with Gin for so long, didn't he teach you anything?"

Conan on the other side became nervous when he heard the voice coming from the glasses.

But vodka?

Gin?

Is it a code name?

The last time Vodka called the white-haired guy "Big Brother", that guy must be Gin.

Using distilled liquor as a code name...

"Ah?!" Vodka was obviously frightened by him. He looked at the chewing gum for a moment, not knowing whether he should throw it away. He even couldn't smoke.

"Just kidding, if it can be compressed to this size, then his level of playing with bombs will almost catch up with me." Glenfiddich's eyes curved, and when connected with the small mole on his temple, they resembled the Big Dipper.

"As for the bugs, the equipment of those agents all have built-in adhesive functions, so it's impossible for them to be placed on the table so openly."

"Of course, if you're worried you can check it out, but I'm too lazy to get my hands dirty anyway."

He yawned, looking uninterested in the gum.

Vodka hesitated for a moment, then thought about the fact that he was still smoking, and gave up the idea of ​​opening the chewing gum to check.

"But it's really a good deal. Just by giving away that bag, I got 400 million."

Vodka smiled happily and couldn't help but touch the box beside him.

When Conan heard this, he leaned his head out slightly and glanced in the direction of the two people.

The black briefcase was replaced with a large suitcase?

"What do you think Gin used to reimburse my expenses?" Gryffindor couldn't help but chuckle, with a hint of gloating in his heart.

"Who told you guys in Tokyo are all big spenders? Intelligence officers are more reimbursable than each other, and they have launched several research projects," he took out his black cell phone and sent an email, "It's nothing compared to our small place in New York."

Vodka glanced at his watch again. "We'll be arriving soon. Once we're safely away, you can bomb as much as you want."

"I can't wait." Grenfiddich grinned cruelly, his expression somewhat crazy.

Bomb! Bomb!

Conan's expression changed.

The train slowed down gradually and then stopped at the platform.

"We've arrived at Nagoya! We've arrived at Nagoya! Passengers who wish to get off, please..."

Vodka stood up dragging his suitcase, followed closely by Glenfiddich, and the two of them walked down the Shinkansen from the platform together.

Not far from the station, in a dark corner, there was a familiar black Porsche 356A parked.

Vodka skillfully opened the driver's door, and Glenfiddich took the suitcase from his hand and prepared to put it in the back seat.

"Hey, Gin."

Gin, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around when he heard the sound and saw Glenfiddich had already opened the door on his side.

Gin glanced at him sideways. The Beretta was already stretched out, meaning that he was going to shoot if he couldn't explain anything.

"Go and carry that box."

Glenfiddich's words made Gin put down his gun silently.

He said it so matter-of-factly, "I can't lift it."

Gin couldn't find any reason to refute.

I had to let Vodka, who had just sat down, get off the bus.

"Vodka."

"Ah?" Vodka looked at his boss blankly. Gin had no mood to say more, so he had to get out of the car obediently, help Glenfiddich put the suitcase into the back seat, and then sat back with a wronged look on his face.

Glenfiddich got into the car with satisfaction.

"Hey, Gin, Vodka and I went on a mission today. Who drove your car for you?"

"You talk too much nonsense..."

Got it, he opened it himself.

The thought of Gin driving here by himself, and then changing his seat to sit on the passenger seat, pretending to be very cool while smoking and waiting for them.

This scene is so contrasting.

Gryffindor couldn't help laughing.

Vodka was puzzled.

Gin understood what this guy was laughing at, he clicked his tongue but said nothing.

"Vodka, drive."

"You have been arranging the bait these days, how has it been going?"

After calming down a little, Glenfiddich got back to business.

Talking about Akai Shuichi, Gin became more excited, "Heh, I postponed my original plan for a whole week just for him."

"Please leave me some room to perform. Tokyo is really like a pool of stagnant water. It is completely different from New York."

"Come to think of it, I haven't even greeted the ace properly yet. How can I not give him a memorable welcome?"

Glenfiddich yawned, tapped a few times on his phone, and looked out the window.

A slight vibration came from a distance, and it was almost imperceptible through the closed space inside the car.

Glancing at the flames, Gin replied coldly: "Then there will be no shortage of the grand scene you want."

"Glenfiddich, why do you always look so sleepy? I saw you yawning several times on the Shinkansen."

Vodka expressed the doubts he had always had.

"I need to stay up late to assemble my toys. You reminded me. Gin, lend me this to keep me alert."

Glenfiddich leaned back in the front seat, reached around the seat and reached into Gin's windbreaker pocket, then immediately pulled his hand back before he could react, with a pack of cigarettes still tucked into his hand.

"call--"

Gin had already pulled out his Beretta and put it against his head. Gryffindor threw the cigarette box back to him nonchalantly, and only then did he take back his beloved gun.

"You have money to play with your bombs, but no money to buy your own cigarettes?" Gin opened the cigarette box, took a quick look at how many cigarettes were left inside, and couldn't help but sneer.

"I don't usually smoke," Glenfiddich gave him a look. "Shirley doesn't like the smell of cigarettes."

"Besides, I'm asking you to reimburse me for the money I spent on playing with bombs these days, right?"

It would have been fine if he didn't mention it, but as soon as Shirley was mentioned, Gin sneered directly, full of sarcasm.

"You really dote on Shirley?"

Grenfiddich didn't tolerate his sarcasm: "Vermouth also dotes on Angel."

Gin said nothing.

They all knew that Angel was the pet dog that Vermouth kept.

After a long while, Gin blew out a puff of smoke and said meaningfully: "The codename members of the organization are not your pets, don't get carried away.

"If you stretch your hands too far, you'll get burned."

Gryffindor narrowed his eyes.

"Are you teaching me the rules of the organization, Gin?"

"Oh, who knows?" Gin sneered.

The car returned to silence.