In the world of Detective Conan, the female characters are all acting strangely!

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"Isn't it ironic?"

Vermouth followed Xia Ye's gaze and saw Pisco, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

"Indeed~"

Pisco, or rather Kenzo Masuyama, is quite wealthy. Although it's not all his money, he has control over it all, and hiring a top-tier assassin would be easy for him. Yet—it's ironic that he has to do it himself, despite his advanced age.

"what?"

"what happened?"

Vermouth followed Xia Ye's gaze again, and a woman in a black business suit walked in through the door. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Those glasses..."

"We're acquaintances, aren't we!"

Xia Ye's eyes held a meaningful look.

Xiaolan called me yesterday to tell me that a blonde English teacher had come to the school, and I never expected to run into her here today—

FBI agent Judy.

Xia Ye was somewhat confused.

Despite the dangerous nature of the mission, Judy simply changed her clothes and came over.

Not to mention disguising himself, he didn't even change the glasses on his face.

That thing was left behind when Vermouth killed her father and set fire to her house.

With Vermouth's excellent memory, she still remembers it clearly!

That's it, it's been exposed!

However, neither side should really criticize the other.

Just now, Bayonetta was planning to attend this memorial service as Chris Vineyard.

She looks like a younger version of Sharon Vineyard, and Judy doesn't know if she's noticed that Vermouth's fingerprints on the glasses match Sharon's. If she has, Vermouth's identity as Chris Vineyard will definitely expose her.

From Xia Ye's current perspective.

The showdown between the Black Organization and the FBI, if not a clash of idiots, was at least a game of chess between two terrible players.

The two sides seemed to be fighting fiercely, but in reality, their schemes and plots were all rather ordinary.

Of course, the top figures in both organizations are quite capable.

"Spare her life later!"

Vermouth looked away and said softly.

"Teacher, you've softened your heart?"

Judy walked up to the jewel-encrusted rich woman and started chatting with her. Xia Ye turned around and looked at Vermouth with a smile on her face.

"Kind of!"

Vermouth did not want to lie.

When she saw Judy again, she thought of the little girl whose father had died in the house but whom she had lied to by saying he was asleep. Suddenly, she felt a pang of guilt and said to herself, "I, this witch, killed her father, and now I say I'm soft-hearted. Isn't that hypocritical?"

"It's just a different state of mind at different times."

Xia Ye could completely understand Vermouth's feelings.

Twenty years ago, she was a cold-blooded witch with her heart frozen; murder and arson could not stir her heart in the slightest.

Even letting Judy go wasn't out of pity.

Instead, she had already faked Judy's father's death as a suicide, and Judy was only left behind as a witness.

Now, the frozen walls of her heart have long been melted away by Yukiko, Ran, Natsume, and even other family members.

Xia Ye had seen the photo booth pictures of the two of them when they went shopping on Xiao Lan's phone.

The woman above is smiling like a flower; she's a completely sunny and cheerful beauty, the kind of woman even her colleague Gin wouldn't recognize!

Given this mindset, it's understandable that she would be soft-hearted towards Judy.

Don't worry, it'll be fine.

"Ok!"

Vermouth didn't feel bad about her current mood. Since she had already chosen to change, she wouldn't regret it.

"Two more came in?"

Xia Ye frowned subconsciously; something seemed amiss.

The number of FBI agents in the banquet hall has increased to nine.

They should have known this was a trap, and their main forces should have been outside guarding against an ambush by the organization.

Sending so many people in now means either they haven't seen through the trap, or they have a lot of manpower and want to ensure everything goes smoothly!

Xia Ye didn't believe the FBI were brain-dead, so—

"Xia Ye!"

Vermouth nudged Xia Ye on the shoulder and glanced almost imperceptibly towards the door.

Xia Ye understood, turned around, and then—

I am!

Why is Conan here?

In the original storyline, he and Ai accidentally saw Gin's Porsche 356a, installed a bugging device on it, and overheard the organization's plan. That's when he came to Beika Municipal Hotel with Ai.

However, Ai doesn't have time to play with him now, and Gin hasn't notified them that they were being eavesdropped on, so how come this kid is still here?

Damn it, so the main character is just unreasonable?

"Xia Ye, what should we do?"

Vermouth was unusually impatient. Although Conan was slightly inferior to Ran in her heart, and oh right, now he was also slightly inferior to Natsume, he still held an important position. In this environment, Conan would be in great danger if a gunfight broke out!

"Conan's safety is not a problem—"

Xia Ye patted her hand to comfort her, and whispered, "But his presence here is indeed a problem, and judging from his appearance, he's clearly looking for someone. Given his enthusiasm for the organization, he might be looking for Pisco!"

"Where did he get this information from?" Vermouth asked the most important question.

"Let me think—" In Xia Ye's mind, various clues and the original plot kept combining, and soon, his eyes narrowed!

"You figured it out?" Vermouth had been watching him the whole time, and seeing his expression, she quickly pressed for an answer.

“That’s right! I’ve got it—” Xia Ye glanced at Conan and said, “Shinichi Kudo’s father, Yusaku Kudo, is a world-renowned mystery novelist who has assisted the police in solving many important cases in the United States. In addition, he is also a special advisor to the FBI!”

Xia Ye did indeed subconsciously forget this point.

If Yusaku Kudo was involved in this FBI operation, then Conan's presence here would be perfectly reasonable. Given Conan's keen interest in the Black Organization, Yusaku Kudo isn't the type to completely stop his son from taking risks; he might even have given Conan some kind of mission!

This is a bit troublesome.

Yusaku Kudo is the pinnacle of intelligence in the world of Detective Conan. This isn't just hype; it's Aoyama's official character design. With him strategizing for the Red Team, the chances of Gin's plan being completely exposed are almost 100%.

They don't even know how many tricks the Red team has up their sleeve.

"Should we notify Gin?"

Vermouth leaned closer to Natsume and whispered, but after asking, she shook her head, "Forget it, let's not tell him. If he finds out, he might blow up this banquet hall. Then, should we save Conan or not?"

"..."

Xia Ye felt sorry for Gin at this moment.

He was almost ambushed by the FBI, but Bayonetta was still thinking about Conan and couldn't be bothered with him at all. How pathetic!

However, he then frowned and said:

"Actually, it doesn't matter much with Gin, but it's Yusaku Kudo who's a bit more troublesome!"

"The last time we teamed up to teach Conan a lesson, although we acted it out perfectly and even fooled a famous detective like Conan, I don't know if we could fool Yusaku Kudo. If Conan has told Yusaku Kudo, then my identity might already be exposed!"

Is there a problem?

A murderous glint appeared in Vermouth's beautiful eyes.

The simplest solution in this situation is to kill Yusaku Kudo and pin the blame on the organization. After all, Yukiko has no feelings for him anymore, so just keep it a secret from Conan!

"No problems for now~"

Xia Ye, however, thought there was no need to rush into dealing with Kudo Yusaku; they should wait and see the outcome of today's confrontation before making a judgment.

"What about Yuuko's side?"

Vermouth was somewhat worried about Yukiko.

"It's alright. Yukiko and Shiho went to the Suzuki's house today and they probably haven't gone back yet. I'll tell them to stay at the Suzuki's house tonight, and we'll talk about it after we've sorted things out!"

Xia Ye picked up her phone.

I sent a message to Yukiko.

Then, remembering something, he sent another message to Tia.

"Ding~"

“Master, someone did indeed spy on our house today.”

"They just used infrared detection and left after finding no one home; they didn't go inside, so I didn't report it."

Tia's message came back instantly...

Xia Ye nodded. Sure enough, the FBI went to investigate her villa. Fortunately, they were smart enough to only look around from the outside and not go in. If they had gone into the villa, they wouldn't have been able to get out!

You don't think that a high-end villa controlled by AI of Tia's caliber can only automatically open and close doors and turn lights on and off, do you?

But this way.

Has Kudo Yusaku really started to have doubts?

Conan is still searching for suspicious individuals.

however--

Pisco's mental state may not be good after the incident, but he was very good at maintaining his composure when things were going well. Conan passed by him twice and did not find anything unusual about him.

Soon, after reading a long list of congratulatory messages, the host announced that the next slideshow would be a presentation of the famous director's last works.

The lights need to be turned off when showing a projected slideshow!

The lights in the banquet hall gradually dimmed.

Xia Ye inadvertently saw the FBI agents disguised as guests all pull out sunglasses-like glasses and put them on. That's it!

Night vision goggles!

Holy crap, it's really asking too much of Gin, a brute who can only strafe Tokyo Tower with an Apache helicopter, to compete with Yusaku Kudo, a genius in deduction. Judging from the FBI's actions, Yusaku Kudo has clearly mastered the process of this memorial service.

And Gin—

That guy didn't say anything.

They didn't even tell Xia Ye and Vermouth that there would be a slideshow presentation with the lights off.

He should have known, after all, Pisco committed the crime during this period.

However, he assumed it was insignificant and didn't tell Xia Ye and Vermouth!

in the dark.

Pisco took action.

As originally planned.

He cut off the pillar of the huge art lamp above Shigehiko Tobuchi's head.

boom--!

As planned.

Shigehiko Tobu was smashed to death instantly, without any struggle.

Pisco smiled smugly.

He seemed quite pleased with himself for being able to carry out such a smooth assassination at seventy years old, however—