Chapter 323 Vermouth and Margaret!

Xiaolan, are you crying?

Conan was stunned.

It's not like Xiaolan has never cried before, but like today, she can feel the overflowing sadness through the screen.

Something happened?

Conan calmly turned over his phone to turn it off, and looked up at Kogoro Mori, who was dozing beside him.

He smelled of alcohol, had heavy dark circles under his eyes, and had obvious traces of cigarette rings on his hands.

There is no big change from usual. It should not be Uncle Maori's fault.

So, is it Aunt Fei Yingli?

In the photo, also with tears in her eyes is the terrifying Aunt Fei Yingli.

divorce? Going abroad? Or remarriage?

No, not necessarily.

It's probably not just Aunt Fei Yingli's fault that can make Xiaolan cry like this.

It is also related to Xiaolan.

Conan thought carefully for a while. During this period, Xiaolan did not behave abnormally, and he did not make Xiaolan angry.

Was it caused by other people?

What did the eighth wife of Yuanzi say to Xiaolan?

Conan immediately suspected Shang Yuanzi.

In Conan's straight male mind, Suzuki Sonoko, who has been speaking ill of him openly and mumbling all kinds of "bad ideas," most likely had her influence on Xiaolan's accident.

At this time, Didan Sansha sent another text message.

"Conan-kun, someone was killed!"

Ayumi's tone was a little excited.

Normal children would be too frightened to say anything when faced with a murder case, but Didan Sansi was different. Even the gentle Ayumi had become accustomed to daily life where the case was on the left and the body was on the right.

"Ayumi, let's go over and take a look."

Idea suggested by Wang Guangyan.

"Conan, let's go first! The Young Detective Team is dispatched!"

With a bang, several people gave a high-five.

Conan's expression changed greatly.

"Hey, Ayumi, wait a minute! Do you hear me? Hey!"

But what answered him was the blind tone of electricity after the communication badge was hung up.

Damn it, these guys are getting bolder and bolder.

For a murder case to occur in a place like a coffee shop, it means that the criminal is most likely hiding nearby, perhaps among the customers watching these children.

If anything is found out, Ayumi and the others will be in danger.

He glanced at Uncle Maori, who was sleeping soundly.

Conan gritted his teeth.

No, you have to watch them!

Moreover, Xiaolan is also there!

Conan jumped up from the hospital bed, pulled out the jet skateboard from under the bed, and stepped on it.

quack--

By chance, the door was pushed open by the nurse who was changing shifts.

The female nurse was obviously stunned when she saw the big-headed doll wearing a small hospital gown and sprinting on a skateboard.

"Kid, you"

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry!"

Stab!

Electricity surged, air flow surged, the turbine started, and the skateboard kid ejected.

He did not choose to knock the nurse away from the hospital corridor, but rushed directly to the side window.

Then, in the nurse's stunned eyes.

Conan smashed the glass on his skateboard and flew out from the second floor.

crackling

Glass shattered all over the floor.

The nurse was so frightened that her legs weakened and she collapsed to the ground.

At this time, it seemed that the sound of breaking glass woke up the drunk Mouri Kogoro.

The middle-aged uncle was sleepy and rubbed his eyes.

After a moment of slowing down, I could clearly see the messy ward.

But when I saw clearly the empty hospital bed and the nurse collapsed on the ground.

Mouri Kogoro was stunned and opened his mouth.

"ha?"

The female nurse just woke up from a dream, trembled, and cried out:

"Someone, come quickly! A child jumped off the building!"

Mori Kogoro:?

Although Conan's protagonist halo has been taken away by Luke, his death physique seems to have not been lost.

No, it should be said that basically all of the famous high school detectives in this world have a death physique.

Wherever you go, you die.

No dead people means no cases, and no cases means no detectives.

However, a murder case in a coffee shop can appear over the phone. It’s so gloomy. It’s so gloomy.

"Margaret, it seems you are doing well recently."

Belmode was smiling but not smiling.

In this Ferris wheel incident, Rum was punished by the BOSS, and the intelligence department was temporarily handed over to her.

It seemed like Belmode had taken advantage, but in fact it was a sinkhole waiting for her to fill.

Rum, this old guy, don't look at these old people and take a back seat.

But I have been rooted in the intelligence department for many years, and the network of relationships I have established cannot be sorted out in a short time.

Half a century after the organization was established, even if Rum personally handled it, he still couldn't completely control the organization's intelligence issues.

After all, who knows which one is the undercover agent of the organization and which one is the crony of the organization.

Not to mention that now that the organization has entered a state of silence, the difficulty of intelligence work has increased by an unknown amount.

Although Belmode has been responsible for the organization's intelligence work for many years, it is precisely because she is responsible for this aspect that she understands how difficult this hole is to fill.

Now Rum slaps his butt and runs away, actually preparing to watch the joke.

He underestimated Gin and it was true that he fell into trouble, but this did not mean that he had completely lost the ability to retaliate against Gin.

BOSS just asked him to hand over the power of the organization's intelligence department, but this does not mean that Rum is no longer a member of the organization.

He is still a codename member of the organization.

The tasks and authority that should be assigned have not been deprived in any way.

It's just climbing up from the bottom

But Gin is watching from above, and he can't possibly give Rum a chance to make a comeback.

This also resulted in that, although the organization entered a state of silence, the level of internal fighting among the various factions was much more exciting than usual.

It may also be because usually this group of people is either on the way to carry out a mission or preparing to carry out a mission. They just try to dig holes and plot.

I didn't put much energy into this aspect.

But now, everyone has time, and BOSS seems to have adopted a tacit attitude towards this kind of behavior. Belmode was already surprised that they didn't beat the dog's brains out.

Isn’t it surprising that Gin doesn’t even draw his gun when encountering trouble now?

However, the organization was having a great time.

Margaret is fine.

The two of them hide their beauty in a golden house and live a fairy life.

No wonder Margaret asked her to send Shirley home before. Her feelings were to get rid of her so she could save her little lover.

Just like Shirley back then.

Thinking of this, Belmod sneered a few times and stared at the doggy man and woman in front of him who still refused to let go with some evil intentions.

Curacao sat in Margaret's arms, his face rosy.

"Belmod, your man tastes really good."

Curacao licked his lips, seeming to be thinking about something.

Belmod's face darkened.

Her relationship with Curacao was not good to begin with.

Belmode believed that Curaçao was a mission tool for Rum and was not suitable at all for a mystic like her.

Curaçao believed that Belmod, as an intelligence agent, kept talking about "secrets make women more attractive" all day long.

Those who didn't know thought that Belmode was holding back some thoughts and planning to defect from the organization one day.

In addition, the two have almost the same positioning in the organization, intelligence, beauty, and superior ability.

In layman's terms, it's a collision between two people.

Coupled with the principle that same sex repels and opposite sex attracts, it is strange that the relationship between Belmod and Curacao can get better.

In the organization before, Bermod was able to hold back his negative emotions towards Curaçao for Rum's sake.

But now, this man has obviously defected from the organization, and is still trying to steal a man from him in front of him!

Belmode smiled.

Curacao's eyelids twitched slightly, she felt something was wrong.

"Honey, how about we play a little game?"

She put one hand around Curacao's waist, completely ignoring Curacao's subconsciously stiff body, and winked at Margaret.

Margaret smiled.

Reach out and pull.

The two fell into his arms.

"Wait, Margaret, what are you going to do?"

"Woo."

"I was wrong, Belmod, Margaret, please help me."

Bellmode's public identity was that of the famous American actress Sharon Wynyard, a Hollywood Oscar-winning actress.

That place in Hollywood?

In terms of playing, I am more open-minded than any other circle.

Because of Belmode's organization and the tragic past of "the death of her husband," basically no one would think of attacking her.

However, she still knows some common games.

It seems quite appropriate to use it to deal with Curacao, a "tool that only knows how to complete the task."

Moreover, Curacao's physical fitness is beyond ordinary people, and her endurance is almost comparable to that of a neon ninja. It is not known whether it is because of her superior memory, but she always seems to show the most appropriate reaction.

Everyone had a great time.

At night.

"call"

Curacao panted slightly, closed his eyes, and fell asleep on the bed.

Belmode brought out a few simple meals from the kitchen, placed them on the table, and replenished his strength with Luke.

Although his physique is far beyond that of ordinary people, after all, he has gone through successive battles, and the main force of Margaret's attack is also on Curacao.

It is quite normal for Curacao to fall asleep when tired.

Belmod and Margaret are battle-hardened and cooperate with each other tacitly. It is normal for them to have some spare energy after the end.

After all, Belmode still has a lot of things to deal with.

Now that I came to Margaret, I just wanted to relax and chat about some minor issues about BOSS.

"Did you find his location?"

Luke asked.

"No, he just asked me to handle some of the organization's intelligence work."

Belmode shook his head.

"Not just me, even Rum hasn't seen him for a long time."

"How can you hide it?"

There's something different about Luke.

Even the head of the intelligence department was too lazy to show up. Do you think the organization is dispensable, or are you really too scared to die that you don't want to take even the slightest chance of an accident?

"Well, since that incident, his only contact with the organization was through communication, and he has never met a member of the organization in person."

Belmod's tone was incomprehensible, and he seemed a little reluctant to mention what happened back then.

For her, even if more than ten years have passed, Belmode will still not forget that desperate and painful night.

Four of the five people died, leaving her alone in this world.

"If you ask me, you can just leave it to me. He has lived long enough. It's time to go down there to meet Satan."

Luke took a sip of wine.

With his current ability, if he wanted to know where Karasuma Renya was hiding, he could just use his mental power to scan and he would know.

Even if Karasuma Renya was good at hiding, he would still be on Earth.

It was impossible for him to go to outer space to ensure his own safety, right?

The universe was much more dangerous than the Earth.

And with Conan's technological level, although there were many black technologies, it was far from the point of space travel.

But even if Aoyama was really ill, it would only take Luke a slap to create such an abstract thing as a spaceship.

The rules of Conan's world, although they did not allow the embedding of special energy systems, were very open in terms of the body and soul.

Luke felt that he could now bounce the Earth like a glass ball.

"Margaret, I want to kill him with my own ability."

Vermouth smiled and shook her head.

"Besides, that little girl told me that the more powerful the magic, the more terrible the restrictions."

Luke never concealed his special abilities.

However, in order to avoid unnecessary explanations, Luke explained his special abilities as "magic".

There is magic in this world.

It's just that most magic is pitifully weak. Members of the organization such as Vermouth and Gin have also dealt with so-called "magicians".

Well, the kind of idiot who spent a lot of time to rub out a fireball, and then was sniped in the head by Gin's Barrett.

Vermouth understood that Margaret possessed unimaginable magical power.

At first, she also thought about learning magic from Margaret, but her talent seemed not very good, or it might be that Margaret's magic was too difficult to learn.

After studying for several months, except for feeling more energetic and stronger, she didn't master any special abilities.

Later, Margaret took her to see a cute little girl.

No, it should be said that she was very cute.

She was almost tearful on the bed, but she still tried not to shed a single tear, and she wanted to "take over" from time to time.

However, the little girl was also a magician, Margaret's subordinate and Margaret's lover.

Margaret brought her to the little girl to see if there was any magic she could learn in the world.

But the little girl only knew her family magic, and didn't know much about other things, which disappointed Belmode at the time.

But she still remembered some basic magic theories she had talked about at the time.

The cute little girl once said to her quite seriously:

"Any magic will have its corresponding limitations. It may be that you must kill a person after using it, or you may just not fall in love with others, or it may consume your own lifespan."

"But please remember one thing, those who abuse magic will be cursed by magic!"

Belmode remembered this sentence in her heart, so she never let Margaret use magic to kill Uramaru Renya.

The witch didn't want to lose her wizard. (End of this chapter)