Conan: I'm teasing Conan in Mingke

Vermouth blinked, obviously not understanding what her uncle was trying to do.

However, Kurokawa Keizawa had no intention of answering her questions. He calmly took a sip of the red wine at hand.

Vermouth could only shrug and look at the viewing window next to her.

She looked very relaxed on the surface, but her mind was already frantically thinking about how to avoid arousing suspicion from Kudo Shinichi.

"what!!!!"

Before Vermouth could worry for too long, a scream broke the peace of the restaurant.

While everyone was whispering, Kurokawa Keisawa kicked Vermouth's ankle, signaling him to look in the direction of the target.

Vermouth followed Kurokawa Keisawa's instructions and looked over. The guy who was famous for his curiosity had already stood up and rushed over.

Vermouth placed her hands under the table and pinched her base of the palm of her hand, not daring to show any surprise.

"Did you know that a crime would happen here?"

"How could that be?" Kurokawa Keizawa calmly cut a bite of steak and said, "The opportunity is already in front of you. You should know what to do."

"of course."

Vermouth pretended to be relaxed as she stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

As she walked into the bathroom door, Vermouth slipped in and found a cubicle to hide in.

When she was sure that Kurokawa Keisawa could no longer see or hear her, Vermouth finally took a deep breath and her expression became serious again.

What a terrible development.

My uncle is in the restaurant at the moment, and the angel is under his surveillance.

If you still can't find a reasonable explanation now...

Both Cool guy and Angel will be in danger!

Vermouth's delicate face hidden under the mask was now covered in sweat, and her heartbeat was as rapid as a drum.

If other members of the organization found out about this, it would be easy to deal with. They could just kill them. Even in the case of Gin, he could just find an excuse to get away with it.

But why is it my uncle?

Vermouth took another deep breath.

Calm down, Vermouth.

Things aren't that bad yet.

As long as I can come up with a reasonable explanation and hide it from my uncle, it will be fine.

Easy?

This is impossible.

My uncle's disguise skills are much better than hers.

He could definitely easily tell whether there was a human skin mask on a person's face or not.

What's more, to realize this idea, she alone is definitely not enough.

Just looks similar but not the real person?

This is harder to explain.

And given my uncle's style, he would definitely ask for the witness to be silenced.

The sound of 'dong dong' interrupted Vermouth's thoughts.

Vermouth narrowed her eyes and looked towards the direction where the sound came from.

It was the toilet cubicle where she was.

I was so anxious just now that I forgot whether I entered the men's or women's restroom.

She didn't do anything suspicious, did she?

Why are you knocking on the board on her side?

The 'dong dong' sound was heard again.

But compared to the two short sounds last time, this time it was obviously more rhythmic and regular.

Vermouth frowned.

Morse code?

Want to collaborate?

Want to cooperate?

I can give you what you want.

I can give you what you want.

Vermouth's frown deepened.

Cooperation of unknown origin is sometimes the most deadly.

But at this time, she seemed to have no other choice.

Vermouth reached out and responded to the compartment in Morse code.

You know what I want?

Do you know what I want?

The other party obviously knew that she would definitely respond and replied quickly.

of course, the detective you're looking for is safe and sound, right?

Of course, you want the detective to be safe, right?

Vermouth's hand paused as she was about to respond.

How did this person know this?

Moreover, he knew her very well.

Is he watching her in secret?

Impossible. She has always been very careful about the sight of people around her, and she would check items in her home from time to time to see if there were any bugs.

But if that is not the case, how on earth did this person possess his own intelligence?

Vermouth hesitated for a moment, but still chose to respond.

Who are you, and how do you know all this?

Who are you and how do you know this?

This time the opponent did not choose to use Morse code again.

A slightly younger male voice sounded.

"If you insist on asking who I am, please call me Shuttle Patrol."

The man's voice was deep and a little hearty, with a typical Tokyo accent.

Shuttle patrol?

Vermouth always felt like she had heard this name somewhere before.

She searched her memory and finally remembered where she had encountered this name.

The organization's dark web surveillance department recently reported this name to their top leaders.

It is a new account that has emerged recently. Its identity is unknown and its gender is speculated to be male.

The strength is unexpectedly strong, and it has received nearly thirty-seven commissions in the past two weeks.

This is equivalent to completing three commissions a day.

And the completion rate is as high as 100%.

This talent was only matched by his uncle who was very interested in it thirty years ago.

Rum also wanted to have this newcomer join the organization.

However, the organization searched the entire Internet but could not find any trace of this person.

Vermouth pursed her lips and followed the person on the other side, no longer using Morse code to communicate: "Shuttle Patrol? So, why do you want to help me? What do you want from me?"

She didn't believe that anyone would help her for no reason.

“It’s convenient to communicate with smart people.”

"Your organization has been looking for me recently, right?" Suoxun laughed, "But unfortunately I have no intention of joining."

"You want the organization to stop looking for you?"

Vermouth sneered: "This is not something I can decide. Since you know the organization, you should know Rum. It was he who made the decision to recruit you."

"I know this. I don't need your help. They couldn't find me anyway."

In his eyes, the organization's monitoring and tracking was just child's play.

Unless Aze takes action personally, the organization will never find him in this lifetime.

In the cubicle, Fujiwara Keiyuki was sitting nonchalantly on the toilet with the lid closed, his face resting on one hand while he was playing with a small piece of iron in his other hand out of boredom.

He was knocking on the wall with this thing just now.

This thing was found on the believer in the cave.

At that time, he called out to the protagonists for a long time, but the protagonists didn't hear any sound at all because of the presence of this thing.

With it, even Aze, who has sharp ears and eyes, can't hear the sound from this side for the time being.

"Then what do you want?"

"Me." Fujiwara Keiyuki raised the corner of his lips: "Why don't we make a deal, ma'am."

"The gentleman who came with you, Cointreau, that's the code name, right?"

"What I want is very simple. Tell me everything you know about him, including his life, where he was, when he was, and what he did. I want to know everything."