The Split-Actress in Conan's World

"Is that guy the target of this operation?" Grenfiddich looked at Tsuguchi Shigehiko who was being interviewed by reporters at the door of the banquet hall. "What did he do to warrant Pisco's assassination?"

"Whether it's long-range sniping or close-range throat slitting, there must be more suitable candidates in the organization, right? Old Pisco is getting older, and I always feel that he will fail in this area."

However, Vermouth shook her head and said in a soothing tone: "That method is too harsh. Anyone with a discerning eye will know that there is something behind it."

"This time, the target is a big shot in the political world, who has close ties with the organization. It can be said that his promotion to the top was entirely facilitated by us. However, after he succeeded in taking the top position, he began to have thoughts that he shouldn't have."

"We must keep a low profile on him and not draw any extra attention. The best way is to have an 'accident' at today's party."

Glenfiddich understood, “So Pisco was chosen because it is convenient for him to enter the venue due to his identity.”

"This is just one of the reasons, and it doesn't matter." Vermouth raised her chin lightly and pointed imperceptibly at Pisco, who was getting along with everyone in the crowd.

"The original plan was for me to do it, but he volunteered to participate in this operation."

"No wonder you came to me for the bomb distribution map before." As if thinking of something interesting, Grunfiddie picked up a strand of hair on his shoulder and grinned.

"So, after hearing that both of us have come to Tokyo, this so-called 'veteran' has a sense of crisis and is eager to prove that he is still as skilled as ever?"

When he said the word "veteran", he couldn't help but sneer.

"What kind of elder is he? He just joined the organization a few years earlier than Gin, so he's older than her." Vermouth glanced at the half glass of red wine left in her glass and poured it into the glass in front of Glenfiddich very naturally. "In terms of means and achievements, he is useless."

"No matter who you compare to that Gin guy, they are all useless." Glenfiddich picked up the glass with disdain and poured the wine in it onto the expensive carpet without any hesitation, which attracted dissatisfied gazes from several guests around him, but he didn't care at all.

"Of course, compared to me, that guy seems to be nothing." He smiled maliciously, stood up from the chair, adjusted his black top hat, and left the table in a cool manner.

......

"Did you hear everything, Kudo?" Haibara Ai placed the detective badge next to the tracking glasses so that the content received by the eavesdropping device could be transmitted to the greatest extent possible.

"Ah, I heard it."

Conan's voice was a little heavy, and it sounded like he was in some small enclosed place. He should be in the doctor's Beetle at this time.

"Bombs and Gryffindor, right?"

"From Gin's conversation, there's no doubt that they're involved in an operation, so we can infer the approximate location based on the vehicle's trajectory."

"Gin and Vodka's lack of urgency means they are not too far from their destination. They need to confirm the distribution of the bombs, which means the destination is three-dimensional enough. It is either a building or a warehouse."

"Taking the two together, the most likely locations are Gunma Stadium, Haido Hotel and Beihua Art Center."

Chiyoko was operating a homemade terminal at the side. Densely packed video images were squeezed onto the book-sized screen, sliding past like flowing light.

"I am hacking into the electronic devices near those locations and remotely analyzing the possible distribution of bombs. The results will be sent to your phone when they are available."

"Thank you for your help, Chiyo." Conan felt a little relieved and continued to screen these three locations.

The Tokyo Cup is being held at Gunma Gymnasium, where a large number of fans are gathered. This would undoubtedly be an ideal choice for carrying out a terrorist attack.

But the explosion only needs to be detonated remotely, and Gin doesn't need to confirm the distribution of the bombs at all, so the probability here is relatively low.

The Mihua Art Center is currently holding an exhibition of young artists. The crowd density is much lower than the former, but the venue is spacious and mixed with all kinds of strange and bizarre works of art, which is very suitable for placing bombs.

The only thing worth questioning is, for what purpose would the organization choose to blow up this place?

Keep the doubt, the probability is higher than Gunma Gymnasium.

As for the Beihu Hotel, according to the information I just found, there is a memorial service for a famous director there today, and many upper-class people will participate.

From the organization's point of view, whether it is for assassination or some other purpose, it makes sense to place a bomb here. Conan thinks this place has the highest probability.

He thought for a while, then said to the doctor who was driving the Beetle, "Doctor, drive to Beihu Hotel."

The detective's intuition finally led him to choose this place.

Although the Beetle is not a good car, after being modified by Dr. Agasa, this car has completely widened the gap in performance from other Beetle cars and is no longer in the same category.

In just seven or eight minutes, they arrived in front of a building more than ten stories high.

Like the Mihua Hotel, the Beihu Hotel is a large commercial complex. The lower floors are rented out to individual businesses, while the upper floors are operated by the hotel itself. It is often used to hold banquets or large events and is widely loved by the upper class.

However, unlike the Mika Hotel, there is a wine cellar next to the main building of the Beihu Hotel. It is said to be a building that has been preserved from the last century, so it is low and short, and has an old-fashioned chimney.

The wine and beverages needed for banquets held at the Beihu Hotel are usually stored in this wine cellar.

At the banquet.

When Vermouth saw Glenfiddich leave, she lost interest in drinking and chatting, especially when people were eyeing her covetously from all sides.

She pretended to go to the bathroom and stood up, holding up her skirt.

However, as soon as she walked out of the meeting hall, she keenly noticed a figure hiding in the corner of the aisle.

But the man didn't seem very professional, with the corner of his dark blue clothes showing outside.

Judging from the height, it was probably a child.

However, the possibility of dwarfism is not ruled out.

With the mentality of being foolproof, Vermouth decided to go forward and see the truth.

Her excellent physical qualities allowed her to walk in high heels without making any sound.

When she walked to the corner and looked out curiously, the man was still fiddling with the gadget in his hand with an annoyed look on his face.

"Why is the connection lost..."

Conan pressed the communication button on the detective badge several times, but there was no response. Not being able to receive any messages from Haibara and Chiyo made his anxious heart even more depressed.

Vermouth silently looked at the little boy in a blue baseball jacket with a big "K" on the chest.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that the child looked familiar.

"Eh?!" Conan put down the detective badge in his hand with regret, prepared to fight alone, and decided to enter the venue to find out the truth. However, when he turned around, he saw a beautiful woman with light golden curly hair by the wall and met her curious eyes.

When he raised his head, his entire face was exposed, and Vermouth's forgotten memories began to revive.

She remembered!

Isn’t this what the cool boy from Yukiko’s family looked like when he was a child?

She remembered the first time she saw the child, he was about this age.

Thinking of the child, her eyes softened a little, but she was quickly brought back to reality by the alert and horrified expression of the boy in front of her.

She laughed at herself in her heart, the cool boy has grown up to be a young man now, and the one in front of her is just a child who looks similar to him.

But after all, it was fate. She squatted down and asked gently, "What's wrong? Did you get separated from your parents?"

However, she soon realized that this sentence was habitually spoken in English and the child probably wouldn't understand it. When she was about to switch to Japanese and say it again, the child in front of her showed an innocent smile and also spoke fluent English.

"No, mom went to the bathroom and asked me to wait for her here."

Vermouth was stunned for a moment. Her rich acting experience allowed her to read a strong sense of craftsmanship from the child's smile, which had a heavy element of performance.

And this spoken language...

She was full of thoughts, but she hid them well and no trace of them could be seen.

"Okay, then you just wait here for your mother, good boy."

After patting Conan's head, Vermouth walked into the bathroom.

She even pushed the door of every cubicle, but there was no one inside.

really.

She felt even more uncomfortable, and when she came out of the bathroom, the child had disappeared.

When Vermouth was thinking about Conan, the two children who were still thinking about Conan were in trouble.

"It seems that Kudo has lost contact, and there has been no movement from the detective badge." Haibara Ai pinched the silent badge with an ugly expression.

"Let's make a phone call and check?" Chiyoko planned a virtual 3D map on the terminal, imported a large amount of data into it, and marked all the suspicious areas in red.

"No!" Huiyuan Ai immediately rejected this bad idea, "If he is sneaking in or following, calling him suddenly will cause big trouble!"

Chiyoko checked the parts highlighted in red again, deleted the obvious mistakes, and replied casually, "Then just send a text message. I remember he changed his email to vibrate."

"I sent this a long time ago, but he didn't receive it for three minutes, and it still shows as unread on my end."

Hearing this, Chiyoko finally stopped what she was doing and looked at the screen on the terminal which was turning black in large areas, her eyes solemn.

"I understand."

"It's a signal shielding," he imported the completed distribution map into his mobile phone and closed the terminal. "All electronic devices in the area near the Beihu Hotel lost signal not long ago. Kudo should have entered the shielding area."

"Doesn't that mean that even if we analyze the approximate distribution map of the bombs, he won't be able to receive them?" Haibara Ai quickly opened the tracking map on her glasses, and sure enough, she saw the small red dot flashing.

"The last location where his badge sent a signal was near the Beihu Hotel."

She picked up the long red coat, put it on in a few seconds, turned around and shouted to Chiyoko, "Send a copy of the distribution map to my cell phone."

After saying this, she was about to run out of the doctor's house.

"You're not going to run to him?"

Without even turning her head, Huihara Ai said, "That stupid detective only knew that the organization was going to plant a bomb, but he didn't know where it was. For the lives of the people in that building, he will definitely track it down to the end with his personality!"

"He is the kind of person who doesn't know when the bomb will explode, and will wait until it explodes to prevent innocent people from being hurt!" The red hem of her dress jumped with her steps, like a red-scaled koi.

"If this distribution map cannot be sent to him, he may very likely lose his life!"

Chiyoko watched her back disappear out the door, stretched out her hand and grasped it, whispering: "I mean..."

"...We can take a taxi."