The Split-Actress in Conan's World

It was still that deserted bar.

The not-so-bright neon ambient light shines on the bar, projecting the man’s lonely back onto the table.

Glenfiddich tapped the tabletop lightly with his index finger and glanced past the smiling bartender to the rows of wine on the shelves behind him.

"A cup of bamboo."

"A unique taste, sir." The bartender smiled and took a bottle of Fino Sherry and dry vermouth from the shelf.

"Sometimes I want to try this stimulating taste." Glenfiddich propped up his head, took out a box of candy from his windbreaker, and poured a lot of it into his mouth.

The bartender expertly mixed a glass of Bamboo and pushed the cone in front of him.

After taking a sip, he raised his eyebrows: "Hmm, a nostalgic taste."

“Reminds me of the mint under that apartment in New York.”

Peeling an apple-flavored lollipop, Glenfiddich handed it to the bartender: "When did you arrive in Japan?"

"Still as sharp as ever, Glenfiddich." The bartender's voice suddenly turned into a hoarse and magnetic female voice. He grabbed the skin under the neck and slowly tore off a layer of human skin.

A beautiful, fair face emerged from under the mask. Vermouth let down her slightly curly light golden hair and did not take the lollipop.

"The flight is this morning."

Glenfiddich wasn't embarrassed and put the lollipop into his mouth himself.

"What went wrong with my cocktail-mixing steps? You can recognize me like this."

"I can smell the rotten apple scent on you from several streets away," Gryffindor sneered.

"And none of the bartenders here dare to talk to us. Don't prepare seriously, Vermouth."

Vermouth snorted coldly, bent down and leaned over the bar, dipped her fingers in the half-drunk glass of Bamboo, and drew something on the table.

"Aren't you afraid that I might add something interesting to your wine to make you mute?"

Glenfiddich smiled and spit out the lollipop and stuck it into the wine glass.

"But I'm quite surprised that you haven't died at Gin's hands yet." She wiped her hands on the towel beside her.

"Although I also feel that I won't live long, at least I can live long enough to see you buried." He said this sincerely.

Too lazy to waste time talking to this man, Vermouth chose to change the subject herself.

"Give me a map of the bomb locations. I don't want to run to the central area without knowing what's going on." She admired her masterpiece and extended her hand to Glenfiddich without any hesitation.

"What bomb?"

Vermouth was a little angry: "You don't want to play dumb with me, do you? The action in half a month involves the organization's important arrangements in Japanese politics. It's not something you can just ignore!"

Glenfiddich was silent for a moment.

After a while, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Gin's number.

beep--

beep--

Hey.

It was quiet on the other end of the line.

"Gin-chan, has the organization taken any 'I don't know' actions recently?" He deliberately emphasized the words and spoke in a bad tone.

"No, I just bombed the FBI when I had nothing to do." Gin answered quickly without any hesitation, and Glenfiddich felt ashamed for him.

"No, right?" Gryffindor said in a pretentious tone.

"I'm so bored. If I have nothing to do, I'll just want to gossip. Oh, there's someone next to me!"

"Guess who it is? Wow, so smart! It's Vermouth!"

"Vermouth, let me tell you, actually..."

"sh?" Vermouth repeated in confusion.

Her voice was picked up by the phone and reached Gin's ears.

"In half a month, we will cooperate with Pisco's assassination operation at the Beihu Hotel." Gin spit out a string of words coldly, stopping Glenfiddich from continuing.

"There will be many members of the organization at that time, so you are not allowed to use high-powered bombs." He gave this warning, but Grunfiddie sounded like he was incompetent and furious.

Gin hung up the phone unilaterally.

Glenfiddich put away his phone with great satisfaction.

Facing Vermouth's inquiring gaze, he casually replied, "Ah, it's Shangri-la."

"Chrissy Wynyard's bounty has dropped again. Are you almost out of fashion?"

Vermouth didn't expect this to be such a boring topic, and rolled her eyes: "It's just because of my retirement, is that what you want to talk about?"

"uh-huh."

Glenfiddich nodded matter-of-factly.

“Forget it. It seems like you have no power in Tokyo. I’m used to living in New York.” Vermouth stepped over the bar and walked out of the bar. “It seems like I still have to go meet Gin.”

Glenfiddich didn't look at her back. He sat at the bar and drank the half glass of Bamboo in one gulp.

He chuckled.

No power?

Not necessarily.

On the table, the wine that Vermouth had drawn had dried up, leaving only a faint, unclear stain of wine on it.

You can vaguely see that it is a string of English.

......

Mycroft Inn.

"welcome."

When Rin Chihaba walked in through the main entrance, she saw a fat man wearing the same clothes as Sherlock Holmes coming towards her.

"Hello, hello, are you here to participate in our Sherlock fan event?" The fat man was the owner of this hotel, Hiroyuki Kanaya.

He advertised in the newspaper that he would hold a party for Sherlock Holmes-related mystery fans in the hotel, and would offer his long-treasured first edition of A Study in Scarlet as a prize for the party.

Lin Chiyu came here just after hearing the news.

"Is this the right place?" A young man with an Osaka accent pushed the door open, and his dark skin revealed his identity - Hattori Heiji.

"We're going to hold a reasoning event here, right?" Hattori poked his head in and asked the two people in the center of the lobby.

Kanaya Hiroyuki welcomed them warmly: "That's right, you can wait here for a while and order some food and drinks. Our tour group should be arriving soon, and then we can start the activities."

Hattori Heiji sat down and asked expectantly, "So is there a person named Kudo Shinichi on the passenger list?"

"I don't know about that. We'll have to wait until they arrive to find out." Kanaya Hiroyuki shook his head.

Lin Chiyu ordered a glass of orange juice and sat opposite him: "Do you know Kudo?"

"Are you an acquaintance of Kudo Shinichi?" Hattori Heiji looked up in surprise. "My name is Hattori Heiji, and I'm a high school detective from Osaka. Do you know where Kudo Shinichi is?"

"Rin Shakuha."

Lin Chiyu replied politely and calmly drank his orange juice: "I live next door to him, but he hasn't been home for a long time, so I don't know his whereabouts very well."

"I see..." Hattori Heiji was not disappointed and seemed to be thinking about something.

Another fat woman came down from the hotel building.

"Are there any guests already?" She clapped her hands happily. "I'm Maria Toda, and I'm an astrologer!"

"Would you like me to try fortune-telling?" She looked at the two of them with great interest.

"Sorry, I'm not very interested in this kind of thing." Lin Chiyu refused flatly.

Hattori Heiji showed his big white teeth in a sunny manner, "I'm sorry, Auntie, I don't really believe this either."

"Okay." The astrologer left the hotel regretfully.

Rinshakuha glanced at Hattori Heiji's neck, where an amulet was hung with a string. "If I'm not mistaken, that's the prayer amulet from Kiyomizu Temple?"

"Ah?" Hattori Heiji followed his gaze and took the amulet in his hand to look at it. "I don't understand that. I've been carrying this amulet for many years."

"Very good." Lin Chiyu didn't look at him any more and just drank his orange juice.

There was a noise outside the door.

A group of people walked in.

Rinshakuha saw the familiar Maori family and the walking Death God elementary school student at a glance.

"Welcome everyone, to our Mycroft Inn." Kanaya Hiroyuki greeted them with a smile, just as he had treated Rin Shakuha and Hattori Heiji before.

Conan then withdrew his gaze from outside and focused his attention back inside the hotel.

Just now, an auntie who came out of the hotel pulled him aside and said she wanted to do a fortune-telling for him. She then said something mysteriously about him having to be careful, otherwise the secret might be known to someone.

Then after a while he just walked away cleanly.

He is now completely confused.

"All those gathered here today are Sherlock fans who have been strictly selected by me. Please open your hearts and communicate freely!" Hiroyuki Kanaya looked very happy.

"Huh, is it really a strict screening?" The moustache man named Fujisawa Toshiaki glanced at Maori Kogoro, "It seems that an amateur who can't even write the name of Sherlock Holmes has sneaked in."

Maori Kogoro put his hands in his pockets, his eyes narrowed into half moons, and turned around as if to leave: "I'd better go back for a while."

"No, no, no, please wait a moment!" Jin Gu Hiroyuki hurriedly pulled him aside and smiled, introducing him to the other guests, "Actually, this is the current famous detective I specially invited, who is comparable to Sherlock Holmes--"

"Is it Mr. Maori Kogoro?" The male student in the couple, Tojukento, said in advance, "I know him. I have seen him several times in the newspaper. He is indeed smart."

But he changed the subject: "But if it were me, I could solve those cases easily. It's a bit of an exaggeration to say that I can be compared with Sherlock Holmes."

"That's right, and in a real fight, you might not even be able to beat Dr. Watson who is beside Sherlock Holmes!" His girlfriend Ayako Oki sneered.

"Damn it! How could you say that..." Kogoro Mouri clenched his fists, and it seemed as if there was a flame burning behind him.

Conan quickly comforted him: "Forget it, uncle, there's nothing we can do even if the other party is Sherlock Holmes."

Maori Kogoro was detonated instead, and his fist landed on his head, leaving a big bump: "How could I lose to a character in a book!"

"Conan!" Mao Lilan quickly took Conan into her arms, checked him, and then complained to Mao Li Kogoro, "Really, Dad, why are you so angry?"

"Conan?" Everyone repeated the name and gathered around him in surprise.

"Is your name really Conan?"

"it's so cute!"

Conan touched the back of his head and smiled innocently like a child: "Yeah! My dad is a Conan Doyle fan, so he gave me this name."

"I like it too. It's a great name, right?"

Everyone praised: "It really is the best name!"

Ran Maori stood next to Uncle Maori and smiled relaxedly at how popular Conan was among the group of adults.

"Really, I just worried about nothing."

"Ah?" The uncle looked over in confusion.

"Because Conan is usually too calm and doesn't seem like a child, and his parents are often not around, I'm worried that he has some psychological barriers, as the professor said."

She pointed at Conan's happy smile and said, "Seeing him so happy now makes me feel relieved. This is what a little kid should be like."

"And I like Holmes for that, just like him."

"Him?" The uncle didn't understand again.

"Yes, that guy!" Looking at Conan discussing Sherlock Holmes with the adults, Ran Mouri seemed to be back to the time when Shinichi was talking to her about reasoning.

"Arrogant, proud, amateur mystery writer, obsessed with Sherlock Holmes, tone-deaf, and a top-notch soccer player..."

The male voice with an accent continued: "And he disappeared after he defeated me not long ago."

Mao Lilan looked over in surprise. Because they were blocked by the crowd, they didn't notice that there were two familiar people sitting at the table behind.

"Mr. Hattori and Rin?"

Hattori Heiji stood up and adjusted the white baseball cap on his head. "You are talking about Kudo Shinichi, right?"

When his real name was called, Conan, who was completely engrossed in the conversation, finally pulled himself away and looked in the direction of the others.

"So you are also Sherlock Holmes fans?" Mao Lilan didn't expect that there were so many "mystery enthusiasts" around her.

"No, I signed up because I thought I might meet Kudo here," explained Hattori Heiji.

"I admire Ellary Queen more than Conan Doyle."

Rin Shakuha said while holding orange juice, "I am more optimistic about Mr. Kudo Yusaku. As a contemporary mystery writer, he has infinite possibilities in the future, which is an advantage that deceased authors do not have."

Seeing that the group of people who were discussing heatedly over there stopped and looked at the two of them with unfriendly eyes, Hattori Heiji quickly gave in.

"But of course Conan Doyle's achievements are better! Haha..."

"So it's Brother Rin and Brother Hattori who are here?" Conan stopped participating in the discussion and came over to them and greeted them.

"Why can't I see Chiyo? Isn't he living at Brother Rin's house?"

"He wasn't very interested in this kind of activity, and it seemed like a new dessert shop had opened in the Rice Flower Building. I left some money for him and asked him to stay at home."

"It's indeed tempting news for that guy..." Conan's mouth twitched.

"Now that everyone is here, I will explain the process." Kanaya Hiroyuki stood on the stairs and spoke loudly, attracting everyone's attention.

"You can have a relaxing evening tonight and then start tomorrow morning with breakfast at 9am, lunch at 1pm and dinner at 8pm."

"After dinner, it's time for our annual highlight - a very difficult reasoning quiz!"

"Those who get full marks in the quiz will receive a first edition of our Sherlock Holmes' first published work, Conan Doyle's famous work - A Study in Scarlet!"