Conan's Strongest Uncle

At the Royal Hospitality Hotel, Kisaki Eri finally retreated from the field and found Xiao Ran and Haibara who had been watching the performance.

After socializing for so long, she was also a little tired, and Princess Jiazi didn't continue to accompany her.

Kisaki Eri came to the two girls and asked in confusion, "Xiao Ran, why didn't you see Conan?"

Xiao Ran immediately returned: "Conan just said he went to the toilet, and then disappeared."

Haibara on the side said, "I think this guy probably fell into the toilet!"

"Xiao Ai, how can you say - such a thing!"

"Okay, okay, he actually told me, now he should have run out of the hotel to find Dr. Agasa!"

Haibara remembered what Conan had pleaded just now, saying that he had found a clue in the organization and asked her to help convince her of the lie.

For now, I can only help!

Hearing this, Kisaki Eri and Xiao Ran ignored Conan's business. The three girls sat under the stage together, watching the singing and dancing performance above.

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And in the Dongdu port under the full moon, the bright moonlight swayed down.

Mouri Kogoro also took out the last sniper, Korn.

After all, they are killers. They walk alone, and they are not formal at all. Even the standard observers of snipers are not matched.

Mouri Kogoro devoured all three snipers in this dark organization at a very fast speed with the cover of shadows.

Even if the three of them are well-trained, they are still human after all, and they are naturally powerless against the non-human Mouri Kogoro.

Then he waved his hand, and in the darkness, several men in black who also wore masks quietly walked out, dragging Korn and Karbados back.

Two men in black took Korn and Kalbados's place, lying in ambush with sniper rifles.

Mouri Kogoro looked at the woman below and pretended to deduce the identity of the new Zhiming, then raised his index finger in front of her red lips, and said, "A-secret-makes-a-woman-woman."

He couldn't help but glanced at his mouth, and he knew it only because he had been monitoring it all the time, so why did he say so much ink.

Jodie, who was sitting in the Ford car, was completely unaware of his own man's complaints. A cold glow flashed through his glasses, and he continued to speak.

"Do you remember this sentence? This is the last sentence you sent me. I have always kept it in my heart, and even regarded it as a mantra."

"You were the one who killed my parents, Chris Wynyard!"

"Or should I call you Vermouth!"

Hearing this, Shinichi Tomoyo slowly reached out and lifted the mask on his face.

A coquettish and glamorous face appeared, with long silver-white hair fluttering in the wind, Mo was in his twenties, full of evil aura, it was Vermouth!

Jodie looked at this face, and the flames of hatred flashed under the calm blue eyes.

"Twenty years ago, you disguised as an FBI investigator, came to my house and killed my father, disguising him as a suicide."

"You also set a fire in my house and burned all the evidence that my dad collected against you."

"But I was lucky to be saved. At that time, I remembered that my father's favorite orange juice had been drunk, so I thought of doing something for my father, so I happily took the money and went out to buy orange juice, so I avoided that one. fire."

Vermouth turned his head to look at the sea, stopped for a while, and said in surprise, "Oh, so you are the little girl at that time! I have been looking for you for a long time, and there are only the corpses of your parents in the ruins. still alive!"

Jodie said: "Because of the protection of my dad's friends, I was able to change my name and survive."

Vermouth reached out and flicked the switch under the sweater, and the beige suit on him suddenly deflated.

After a while, his graceful body was revealed, and Mouri Kogoro, who was overlooking him, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Jodie's eyes were full of coldness: "Vermouth, now Mr. Itakura is in my hands, it's my turn to ask you something."

"The first question, what is the purpose of your organization for the software designed by Mr. Itakura?"

"Second question, in your bedroom, in addition to the photo of Mr. Itakura, there are also pictures of four people, except for a woman with brown hair who I don't know who, the others are from Detective Mouri's family. What's the plan?"

"You label Detective Mouri as evil, but your daughter Ran Mouri as angle, and the kid who lives in their house as cool-guy!"

"Aren't cool-guys supposed to be adults? Conan is a kid who is different from ordinary people, but he should be a kid, not a guy. Why is that?"

Jodie is concerned that the photo of the Mouri family is in Vermouth's bedroom.

But there's one more thing Jodie wants to get out of Vermouth's mouth.

"The third question, why are you, why are you never getting old?"

"I would have sensed something was wrong with you because Chris Wynyard said it at your mother Sharon Wynyard's funeral."

"A-secret-makes-a-woman-woman."

"When I started investigating, I found that you really have a problem."

"Twenty years ago, after you killed my father, you disguised it as suicide, but the glasses were so unnatural at the time."

"So you took the glasses and rearranged them. You have your fingerprints on them, and they do match those of Chris Wynyard."

"But what I don't understand is that if you were the murderer twenty years ago, you look too young now."

"With such doubts in mind, I continued to compare your fingerprints with someone, only to discover a chilling fact."

"Your mother Sharon Wynyard has the same fingerprint as yours."

"Why, why do you want one person to play two roles?"

After listening to Jodie's question, Vermouth had a playful smile on his face: "Inspector Jodie Starling of the FBI, you really amaze me that you can investigate this far."

Hearing that her identity was broken, Jodie's pupils shrank slightly.

Vermouth continued: "Okay, then I'll tell you!"

At this moment, Vermouth's hand immediately reached into his arms and pulled out a pistol.

But Jodie's speed is even faster, and his small hands are scared. He grabs the holster at the white thigh/leg, and directly draws the gun and shoots at Vermouth.

boom! ! !

Gunshots rang out, and Vermouth's pistol was knocked out.

Facing the murderous Jodie, Vermouth raised his hands and chuckled: "Okay, I admit defeat."