The Split-Actress in Conan's World

"Hum hum......"

Turning on the car's built-in radio and humming along with the cheerful tune, Glenfiddich held the steering wheel with one hand and leaned the other on the window.

He seems to be in a good mood.

"Isn't that a bit too proud?"

In the back seat, Vermouth was lying sideways. She was still a little conscious due to the effect of the anesthetic injection and her speech was a little unclear.

But she still couldn't stand Gryffindy's expression.

"What do you mean by being too proud?" Grenfiddich disagreed. "Didn't you sneak away and secretly set your sights on my Shirley?"

"If I hadn't discovered it in time, you would have really fallen into the hands of these FBI. Isn't that embarrassing?"

"What does it have to do with the FBI? I've seen through their tricks..."

"Still being stubborn." Gryffindor sneered.

Vermouth didn't have the strength to lift her head, nor was she too lazy to argue with him.

Because you can't win the fight.

Putting aside his sharp tongue, she did fail this time, and based on the facts alone, she had no room for argument.

And she was also very concerned about when Grenfiddich discovered her plan.

It's impossible that he just happened to arrive halfway and save the situation at that moment.

That's exactly what happened.

Glenfiddich naturally did not discover this just now, but had noticed it long before this woman suddenly came to Japan in an abnormal manner.

Especially after she replaced the original Tomoaki Aradise, more attention was paid to her.

This is how today's extreme rescue came about.

He had mobilized the organization's submarines in advance and waited in Tokyo Bay for half a day.

"What are your plans for next?" To Vermouth's surprise, this man did not pursue the failed operation relentlessly, but took the initiative to change the subject.

"After this nonsense, it's impossible to move freely like before, right? After all, we are not in New York anymore." Glenfiddich drove very steadily. Although he drove fast, he had never had a car accident.

"There's going to be a big operation in two weeks. You should have been able to stay out of it, but Gin probably won't let you do whatever you want now."

“It doesn’t matter.” The wound on Vermouth’s thigh was still aching slightly. It was the knife she had stabbed herself with in order to stay awake.

Because of the pain and her weak body, the end of her voice had a subtle rise, as if she was humming unconsciously.

"You were the one who brought Gin here anyway, so why don't you just bring him down and take his place yourself?"

"For your own convenience, you woman can really say anything." It was rare that Grunfiddie did not use that frivolous tone at this moment. Instead, he spoke in a frighteningly calm tone, making people wonder if he had been replaced by someone in disguise.

"I won't do something that's thankless. If possible, I don't want to be in a high position."

Vermouth raised her eyes, her light golden hair sliding down the side of her face. She puffed up her face slightly, blew on it, and then made a slight "gu" sound, without commenting on what he said.

Glenfiddich didn't say anything else. He took back his hand that was originally on the car window and grabbed the steering wheel properly.

The car fell into a long silence, with only the slightest sound of wind passing through the car body.

Gurgling.

The wheels rolled smoothly over the asphalt.

From the side-lying angle, the view is completely blocked by the car door, and the scenery outside the car is completely invisible. Looking out of the car window, there are only sporadic points of light, the dark night, and the street lights that come and go in a hurry.

The brain is empty.

Long-lost peace.

I don’t want to think about anything for a long time.

Vermouth felt like she was about to fall asleep.

"I said......"

The man hesitated and broke the peace. Vermouth was slightly startled and seemed a little frightened.

Still here?

It was impossible for Glenfiddich to remain indifferent to her attack on Shirley.

She felt a little regretful, but also took it for granted.

Then be prepared to face his questions.

Will he be furious?

No, Glenfiddich rarely gets angry, or rather, you almost never see him angry.

Is that a sharp sarcasm?

Or do you try to persuade them with earnest words?

He can do it, pay with his life and so on.

Just as she was thinking about all this in a mess, the man's hesitation finally paid off.

"I said......"

She held her breath.

"The old man hasn't contacted you in the past two months, right?"

Eh?

This is a question that has nothing to do with what I expected.

Vermouth was caught off guard for a moment, and instinctively searched her memory of this period of time, then nodded woodenly and answered subconsciously: "Ah, that's right..."

Speaking of which, in the past two months of playing the role of Tomoaki Aida, apart from investigating those children, she was busy maintaining the character of Tomoaki Aida, running around early and going to bed late. She couldn't remember when she completely forgot about the old man.

The old man never looked for her, as if he had forgotten about her.

The two people are obviously still incompatible, but they seem to be indifferent to each other's existence.

She was a little stunned, then surprised.

If she hadn't received the text message at the end of the farce just now, and if Gryffindor hadn't suddenly mentioned it at this moment, she would have really forgotten the existence of that person.

What she couldn't understand the most was...

Even so, my life doesn't seem to be any different?

It’s time to live, to have fun, to be busy.

Aren't hatred, blood and tears necessary for her life?

"Yeah, that's good."

Glenfiddich's tone was so calm that it made her feel a little inexplicably panicked.

"No, he just sent me a message, saying that I went a little too far this time..."

Vermouth didn't know why her speech speed increased so much, nor did she know why she said this completely unnecessary sentence...

As if trying to prove something.

“That was sent by me.”

"what?"

Glenfiddich held the steering wheel with one hand, took out a cigarette box from his windbreaker pocket, squeezed out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and then lit it.

"That text message." He paused here deliberately to make the subject of this sentence clearer. "I sent it."

He threw his black cell phone to the back and said casually, "Password 1225."

Vermouth still had an expression of disbelief, but she changed her previous depressed look, got up in a panic and picked up the phone.

After entering the password, she indeed saw the text message in her inbox.

Vermouth was stunned.

Is this world still crazy?

Or is she crazy?

Looking at the email address that undoubtedly belonged to the Boss, she confirmed again that she was not seeing things.

Then she flipped through the pages and came across countless action reports and experimental logs.

I also found the email sent to Shirley about "Plan S".

She couldn't help but see it, after all, the contact column was clearly marked with "Shiho".

"You are crazy..."

She put down her phone with a complicated expression.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, and became even more stunned, with an even stranger tone: "You finally overthrew the old man."