Conan: Being a Crazy Traitor in a Winery

The two of them were so busy that they had to wait for each other for a long time.

In the underground parking lot of the shopping mall.

Conan put his hands in his pockets and waited for Vermouth early.

Seeing the disguised Vermouth approaching from a distance and about to get on the car, Conan said, "Don't you have something to do with that man, Vermouth?"

Vermouth turned her head and looked at Conan and said, "I have no choice. After all, you forced me to leave. Besides, that man should not be the murderer. A person who can't raise his right arm has no way to swing a knife to kill people, unless he was injured after the crime, but this is unlikely. But it's a pity that you recognized me. I'm dressed like this."

"It's because of the foot. Your right foot is bulging. There must be a gun hidden in that place, right? In addition, his knife clearly scratched your cheek, but not a drop of blood came out." Conan said confidently.

Vermouth looked at her right foot, touched her cheek, and said with a smile, "Really, I have to make a mask that bleeds in the future."

Vermouth tore off her disguise and showed her true face.

Conan speculated: "I think you were deliberately taken hostage by that man, and after you were out of police surveillance, you used the pistol to make a big reversal, but I think you probably didn't need the pistol."

Vermouth lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke: "I didn't expect to get your praise."

Conan asked solemnly: "Why does your organization want to investigate this murder case?"

Vermouth looked at Conan with a smile in her eyes: "You asked really directly, if you are so direct, then I will be more direct, because NOC, that is, undercover..."

Vermouth generously told Conan why the organization wanted to investigate this murder case.

Conan suddenly realized: "So that's it. If the police catch the criminal first, it will be bad if these undercover information is exposed..."

Conan was stunned and his expression became heavy: "You will say here that there is an undercover among the investigating police officers? Kamiya... No! No, that guy played mahjong with Uncle Kogoro all night last night and didn't care about the case at all...

You let one of your accomplices pretend to be the investigating police officer? That's why you sneaked into the investigation meeting, right? To confirm whether the member's disguise was successful, otherwise you should continue to be undercover Is that right?

Who is it? ! Who are you pretending to be? Is the real police officer still alive? "

Vermouth stretched out his finger and shook it: "That's all I can reveal. You have to investigate on your own. His code name is Ireland. It's a whiskey with less flavor and a mellow taste, but this bottle of whiskey was broken by Kamiya.

By the way, a friendly reminder, there is a grudge between Ireland and Golden Ale. Golden Ale has guessed the organization's mission, but it doesn't know that it is Ireland who pretends to be a policeman. It is still playing the detective game there, trying to use reasoning to solve the problem. Guess the identity of the organization member pretending to be a policeman.

Ireland might be thinking about how to take revenge on Golden Ale every day, but Ireland doesn't have the courage to do so. He can't afford to offend Golden Ale.

If Golden Ale knew that it was Ireland pretending to be him, he would definitely provoke Ireland madly. Even a rabbit will bite when it is angry. Ireland might fight with Golden Ale. I think you also know what Golden Ale looks like when it is crazy, but Golden Ale is crazier than you think. By then, it may not be just one or two people who will die. "

Conan said with a strange expression: "What do you mean I still have to be on guard against Kamiya. Even if I find Ireland pretending to be a policeman, I can't let Golden Ale know that it is Ireland. I have to protect Ireland? "

"You can understand it however you want. After all, it won't be me who will be in trouble, but you and the police in the Metropolitan Police Department. Golden Ale is a synonym for trouble. Not only you are in trouble, but we are also in trouble."

After Vermouth finished speaking, she suddenly waved her hand: "Um, Mr. Guard, this child seems to be lost."

When Conan turned his head to look, Vermouth had already got in the car and drove away with a step on the accelerator.

After returning to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Ireland, who was disguised as Matsumoto Kiyonaga, received a report from his subordinates.

A painter named Shindo Sumire called and said that she knew who the murderer of the serial murders was. Shindo Sumire's address was in Hachioji City.

Because of Matsumoto Kiyonaga's identity, Ireland had to notify Officer Megure.

After Officer Megure learned about it, he immediately asked Officer Takagi and Officer Sato to go to Hachioji City.

Wait for the office

After the people in the room left, Ireland called Gin.

"A painter, Shindou Sumire, is suspected to know who the murderer is. Two policemen have already rushed to Hachioji City."

"Shindou Sumire, right? I see."

Gin hung up the phone.

Vodka said in embarrassment: "It's not good, brother. Even if we can get here earlier than the police, we don't have enough time to force a confession."

"Don't worry, we won't run into them." Gin made a phone call: "It's me, Chianti, Cohen, now you go to Asakawa-cho Bridge immediately and intercept the two policemen."

About ten minutes later.

A blue Dodge Viper stopped on the Asakawa-cho Bridge, and the barrels of two sniper rifles stretched out from the car window, aiming at a police car with sirens blaring on the road under the bridge.

And Officers Takagi and Sato were in this car.

Two gunshots rang out, and the tires of the police car burst and began to shake violently.

Under the calm command of Officer Sato, Officer Takagi successfully parked the car on the side of the road.

Officer Takagi checked the tire: "Damn, it's flat."

"Takagi, call Shiratori immediately!"

After Officer Sato finished speaking, he frowned and looked at the Asakawa-cho Bridge. As the goddess of curves who screamed in the fog, she often had flat tires, but flat tires were definitely not like this.

Gin and Vodka arrived at Shindo Sumire's residence.

The residence was in a mess, and there should have been a fight.

Vodka frowned and said, "Damn, I'm a step late."

Gin looked around and said, "This place is not suitable for staying for a long time, Vodka, let's go."

Gin and Vodka made a prompt decision and left immediately.

Then Officer Takagi, Officer Sato, Officer Shiratori and other police officers also arrived at Shindo Sumire's residence.

Officer Sato called and reported to Officer Matsumoto, who was disguised as an Irishman: "There are signs of a fight in the room. It is speculated that the criminal used a car to take Miss Shindo away. Please send someone to track down immediately and send forensic personnel to the scene."

After hanging up the phone, Officer Sato found a dried paint that was stepped on in the room.

This shows that someone had been here before Shindo Sumire was taken away.

Combined with the previous flat tire on the road, Officer Sato felt that this case was very complicated.