bookbashuk Chapter 288 Vermouth Comes to Conan
Chapter 288 Vermouth Comes to Conan
Chapter 288
"Sister Xiaolan, why don't you let me in?" Conan was very dissatisfied and even spoke with a complaint.
Ran Mouri just thought that Conan was throwing a tantrum because he was rejected.
"Conan, you don't have to ask why for everything, you know? Also, since Sonoko and Kawi are unwilling to talk more, you shouldn't keep asking. It's very rude to always ask about other people's private affairs."
Mao Lilan patiently taught Conan, "Besides, even if the other party has something, we can't hold on to it."
"You have to believe in Sister Sonoko. She and I grew up together. If Kawi and the others were bad guys, your Sister Sonoko would not help him."
"I..." Conan didn't know what to say for a moment, and almost couldn't help but expose the organization's secrets.
Seeing Xiaolan guarding against him, he said, "I have something to do at the doctor's house."
Conan ran away immediately after saying that.
"Conan, Conan, wait a moment." No matter how Mao Li Ran shouted from behind, Conan did not stop.
……
"Mr. Akai, can you still contact Mr. Amuro now?" Conan confirmed that he had left Mouri Ran's sight, so he couldn't wait to contact Amuro Toru.
But no one seemed to answer the call.
Conan had no choice but to try to contact Shuichi Akai. Not long after, the call was answered, which made Conan feel relieved.
If the two of them couldn't be contacted, that would make Conan worried.
Conan told Shuichi Akai what had just happened and asked him if there was any way to stop the man.
After a long while, "Sorry, Conan, the FBI can't do anything."
The FBI cannot stop this matter, and must provide assistance to the other party if necessary.
After all, El Haisen is from their country, and keeping such talented people in America is what the FBI top brass want.
He now still needs to rely on the power of the FBI to help him achieve his goals, so he cannot do anything that harms the interests of the FBI.
And he is now "dead" in the FBI's eyes.
"why?"
"There are too few FBI personnel here, and I cannot reveal the fact that I am still alive."
Shuichi Akai did not tell Conan about his plan.
"I see……"
After hanging up the phone, Conan leaned against the wall, looking at the busy street, feeling confused.
He always felt that things shouldn't be like this.
but why……
"Little boy, my earring fell off. Have you seen my lost earring?" A woman who looked to be in her thirties and was dressed very beautifully stood next to Conan.
It took Conan a long time to regain consciousness. He vaguely heard someone saying something in his ear, but he couldn't hear it clearly.
"I said, my earring is lost, have you seen it, kid?" the man repeated.
"No." Conan recalled the road he had walked along the way and indeed saw nothing.
"Really? I'm so unlucky. I don't even know where I dropped it." The man's tone was not very good. On the one hand, he felt sad because of the loss of his things, and on the other hand, he was blaming himself for not keeping his things well.
Conan was about to turn around and leave when he saw that the person who had just asked him the question had a bulging ankle.
"Wait a minute." Conan called out to him, "I remember seeing your lost earring somewhere before. Do you want to go check it out with me?"
“Thank you so much, that means a lot to me.”
The man looked very touched and followed Conan without any hesitation.
The two came to a secluded alley.
"Little boy, where did you see my earrings? Why haven't you found them yet?" The man looked a little anxious.
"Of course... not here."
"Are you lying to me? Why are kids nowadays like this?" The man looked very sad and wanted to leave.
"Vermouth." Conan's voice was chilling. "Didn't you come to see me on purpose?"
"How did you find out?" Vermouth turned around and her voice returned to her most commonly used tone, and she also tore off her disguise mask.
"I didn't notice you at first, but the perfume you were wearing was so impressive, and your right ankle was bulging. I thought you hid the pistol somewhere!"
Conan touched his anesthetic watch and thought about the possibility of leaving the person here.
"As expected of you..." Conan didn't hear clearly what Vermouth said. She knew that he wanted to knock her out with an anesthetic needle, but she was not on guard at all.
Vermouth leaned against the wall opposite Conan, "What do you think I should do with you?"
Conan did not answer, but asked, "What do you want to do now? Do you want to kill that innocent person again?"
"Why do you always doubt me every time you see me? What if I'm just out shopping?" Vermouth asked back, "Well, I really don't have that interest."
Without waiting for Conan to answer, Vermouth asked and answered her own questions. It didn't seem like she was talking to anyone else, but rather to herself.