The Split-Actress in Conan's World

After a while, hurried footsteps were heard on the stairwell.

Conan rushed over anxiously, still holding the bow-tie voice changer in his hand.

"Are you guys okay?"

He noticed the situation here and immediately simulated the sound of a police siren, hoping to scare away Gin and Vodka.

When he saw Pisco's miserable death, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Who is this?"

Miyano Shiho and Chiyoko looked at him rushing forward recklessly with complicated expressions.

"Didn't you bump into anything strange?" Miyano Shiho said, referring to the strange man who killed Pisco.

"Uh, should I bump into something?" A big question mark appeared above Conan's head.

"By the way, how come you all grew up? Chiyo is wearing such strange clothes." Conan was shocked at first by Chiyo's appearance after growing up, but he was not too surprised.

"This?" Chiyoko pulled at the flashy black robe and said, "I found it in Mr. Rin's closet."

"Don't you think he's pretty handsome?"

"Don't ask so many questions, little kid who's late." Miyano Shiho breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her somewhat weak legs.

I didn't think so before, but looking back, my action just now was too risky.

If Gin discovered that the gun in Chiyo's hand was a fake when she picked it up, her life would be gone.

"Hey, hey, what happened here? I have the right to know, right?" Conan squeezed out a pair of dead fish eyes, "You don't know how worried I was when you disappeared."

"And I told you to go back, but now both of you sneaked out, leaving me, your partner, completely in the dark!"

Miyano Shiho had sharp eyes and when she saw the scars on Conan's hands, her heart softened a little.

"I was separated by the crowd and my tracking glasses were knocked off somewhere. I guess that was why I was recognized by someone in the organization. They knocked me out from behind with a handkerchief soaked in ether."

"When I woke up again, I was already locked in this wine cellar."

For some reason, she blurred the existence of Gryffindor and concealed the fact that he knew her identity.

"In order to escape from here, I found the wine called Baigan in the wine cellar, hoping that a miracle would happen."

"Perhaps it was because I was too stimulated, my body showed symptoms of a cold, but luckily it reacted with the alcohol and I successfully grew bigger, giving me the opportunity to escape through the chimney."

"The person who kidnapped me is lying there now." She pointed at Pisco, who died with his eyes open.

"He seemed to have informed Gin immediately. Not long after I woke up, he came here with Gin and vodka."

What happened afterwards was almost the same as what Conan saw.

The only thing worth mentioning is the weirdo who quietly wiped out Pisco.

"He was wearing a very curious snake-shaped mask, which covered half of his face tightly. But from the exposed part, it could be seen that he was a man in the prime of life." Chiyoko recalled the situation at that time. He was concentrating on Gin's every move, so he didn't pay too much attention to observe.

"The weapon used was a type of knife I had never seen before. It was roughly S-shaped, but had blades on both sides. It was very difficult to actually use. For a professional killer, using such a weapon was really strange."

"I can't tell his skills, after all, we haven't fought him in person, but his assassination skills are very solid, even top-notch."

Chiyo's eyes flashed, and she unconsciously pressed the ribs that were kicked by Gin.

Probably two were broken.

"Generally speaking, a good killer will master the techniques of holding their breath and sneaking so as to get as close as possible, but the sound of heartbeat is an insurmountable obstacle in this field."

"There may be ways to make it less noticeable, but no one has ever been able to completely cover it up."

"But I didn't feel that guy's heartbeat, whether before or after he showed up."

"From Gin's performance, he was not able to detect the existence of this person either."

“It’s horrible.”

Then he shook his head in confusion: "Logically speaking, a killer with such talent should have unparalleled qualities, but what puzzles me is that he actually sprayed perfume on his body?"

“It’s still that very distinct citrus smell!”

"Maybe it's a quirk unique to top talents." Chiyoko expressed her incomprehension.

Conan had a solemn expression on his face. It had been less than a month since he became smaller, but he had already been injured for various reasons. He had also witnessed many fantastic crimes, not to mention large-scale scenes like explosions.

Now, outside the Black Organization, a mysterious killer has emerged.

He began to miss Kidd a little.

At least when he appeared, there didn't seem to be many murders.

......

"Pisco is dead?" Glenfiddich put the phone on speaker, placed it on the table in front of him, took out a candy box from his pocket, poured all the candies into his palm, and counted them one by one out of boredom.

"That's a shame. If I hadn't cleaned up the mess, Rum would be busy helping him to conceal his identity."

"Killing a person can be filmed. This old waste should have been dealt with long ago. He lies on the credit list every day and sucks the blood of the organization. It is because there are too many parasites like this that young and promising cadres cannot make a breakthrough."

He casually threw two candies into his mouth and commented like this.

"Shirley ran away too? That's none of my business. I already locked the door, and she was still there when you got here."

"If you can make people run away like this, it only shows that you are a loser."

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, but quickly retracted.

"Blame me for not being there?" Grenfiddich was so angry that he laughed. He leaned over to the phone with a mocking tone, "Are you dreaming?"

"When did you develop the illusion that you were qualified to order me around?"

"Even if we take a step back, who was responsible for Shirley's escape in the first place?"

He sneered and said word by word to the other end of the phone: "It's you Gin."

"It was you, Gin, who insisted on using my sister to fish, but the fish didn't bite, and you also forced Shirley to go on strike."

"It was you who failed to keep a good watch on Gin. You couldn't even keep an eye on him even when he was handcuffed in the gas chamber."

"Now everything is happening again. The person was locked there and didn't go anywhere, but you, Gin, still messed it up."

He lowered his voice and deliberately pretended to be confused: "Hiss, so..."

"You Gin, you're not a waste, are you?"

beep--

beep--

The call was hung up.

Glenfiddich was in a good mood. He stuffed all the remaining candies into his mouth and started chewing them.

He hummed a little tune and entered a phone number on his mobile phone. As he pressed the numbers one by one, a familiar tune sounded, which was the tune he was humming.

Seven children.

In just two breaths, the call was connected.

"I'm Glenfiddich."

"The historical legacy issues that you are worried about have begun to explode, not just about rum, but there are many hands reaching out."

"Some people even set their sights on that plan."

"We have to make do with urgency. Don't blame me for asking for too much."

"I want to organize absolute decision-making power throughout Japan, and at least 10% control over the upper echelons of politics in this country."

"Does this bother you?"

Gryffindor chuckled, but there was no trace of laughter in his words.

"What if I tell you that the thing you're looking forward to has already come to fruition?"

“Thank you for your generosity…”

After the call ended, he looked at the silent phone in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and the foggy frosted glass was covered with water vapor. After a while, the bathroom door was opened.

Vermouth, wrapped in a bath towel, walked out with a towel in her hand, tilting her head and wiping her hair.

Glancing at the phone in Glenfiddich's hand, she casually asked, "Who called you?"

"Gin." Glenfiddich put away his phone and handed over the hair dryer.

"Shirley ran away, Pisco died, and he was anxious."

Vermouth took the hair dryer, but didn't rush to dry her hair. Instead, she went to the makeup mirror, looked at her hair volume and skin, and wondered when to schedule her next maintenance.

"Don't act like a little girl at your age." Gryffindy's disdainful voice came from the side, causing her to glare at him unhappily.

"What do you know, 'A secret makes a woman woman'."

She always felt that her lip color was a little lifeless, so she took out the lip gloss from her makeup box, applied it, and pursed her lips. Now her lips looked much more lively.

"Except for an old fellow like you, who knows how old I am? Everyone says Chrissie Wynyard looks like an eighteen-year-old girl."

"Don't be so mean, I don't look younger than Gin?" Grenfiddich complained, "With that head of white hair, I guess I won't be able to catch up with that level even in another 30 years."

"By the way, is it okay to just leave Angel in New York?"

"How is that possible?" Vermouth retorted without hesitation, "My Angel is much more precious than your Baby Shirley. I have already asked the aerospace company to ship it here. It will probably arrive tomorrow."

"Okay." Glenfiddich spread his hands and skipped the topic.

He didn't want this crazy woman to notice Shirley's current appearance.

"By the way, aren't you planning on finding a boyfriend? Although Gin isn't a good guy, I think Bourbon seems pretty good. He has great emotional management skills and can probably tolerate your mysticism."

"You're just like an old man now." Vermouth frowned and looked at him suspiciously.

"You're not secretly talking to the old man on the phone, are you?"

"How is that possible!" Grenfiddich denied it very naturally and raised his hands exaggeratedly, "I am on the same front with you."

"It's hard to say." Vermouth turned around and continued to fiddle with her various cosmetics in front of the mirror.

"I think you are quite happy with this half-human, half-ghost look."

Glenfiddich was unusually silent.

The room fell silent, with only the occasional sound of Vermouth taking and putting away bottles and jars.