Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

Chapter 311 Vermouth: Is Shirley's brain broken?

"I'm afraid that the entire Qingdao generation will spend the rest of their lives in regret." When leaving, Huibara Ai murmured while looking at the drizzle outside the car window.

"Yes, but I think that in this case, both sisters are victims." Yin Jiu leaned on the back seat. Because he smelled too much blood, his hunger level decreased and his expression was depressed. "The worst one is the man named Xian Er."

"But he didn't do anything, right?" Mao Lilan was sitting in the co-pilot seat and subconsciously turned her head when she heard Yin Jiu's words.

"How come she didn't do anything? Qingdao Quandai could use a sentence like 'her sister and she were fighting over and over for the same man', which can only mean that when Xian'er was pursuing Qingdao Meicai, she didn't break up with Qingdao Quandai, right?"

"And Qingdao Meicai rejected him many times, but this guy pursued her madly and forced her sister to marry him. Isn't this harassment?"

Yin Jiu propped his hands behind his head, "If Xian Er hadn't delayed Qingdao Quandai for five years, or if he hadn't realized that he liked Qingdao Meicai, he would have broken up with Qingdao Quandai first, disappeared for a while, and then came back to pursue Meicai again after both sides' emotions stabilized, things might not have gotten to this point."

"Scumbag, Qingdao Meicai's death was really not worth it." Huibara Ai understood and spoke out angrily.

Conan also felt a lump in his throat because of Yin Jiu's complaints.

The criminals have been punished, but the real culprits have been perfectly hidden.

"Maybe when Xian'er starts dating his next girlfriend, he can use this experience to gain sympathy from other girls." Yin Jiu's conspiracy theory was very impolite.

"Okay, okay, there's no way we can interfere in these matters." Amuro Toru sighed. His Roe Deer was a very smart child who could always see through the essence of the problem at a glance.

However, such wisdom may not necessarily bring him happiness.

Seeing the atmosphere in the car suddenly become melancholy, Toru Amuro first sent Conan and Ran Mouri back to the office, and then went to the supermarket to buy some vegetables.

"It's almost time for dinner, why don't you come over to our place for dinner tonight, Ai?" Toru Amuro took the initiative to invite, but the screen of the phone in his pocket was still on the interface of the message he was sending to Vermouth.

Let Vermouth verify what kind of monster this is. He will never allow Yin Jiu to have someone he cannot understand at all around him.

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So when Toru Amuro brought Yin Jiu and Haibara Ai home, Vermouth had already removed her disguise and was sitting on the sofa leisurely reading a book.

"You guys are back? What are we having for dinner tonight?"

When Chris Vinyard opened the door, Huihara Ai's body was completely stiff. The familiar voice, the familiar face, and the bad atmosphere.

Is it... Vermouth?

"Yes.. Grace Ahara?"

As Shirley looked on with a hint of fear in her eyes, Vermouth unexpectedly did not threaten her or suddenly pull out a gun and shoot her.

Instead, he raised the corners of his mouth and gave Grace Ahara a fairly friendly smile through the door frame.

Huiyuan Ai: “…”

... This is totally unrecognizable?

Or are you still pretending?

The complex expression that flashed across Haibara Ai's face did not escape Vermouth's sharp eyes, and she seemed to realize that her reaction was a bit too much.

The blond celebrity cleared his throat, calmed down his smile as if nothing had happened, and raised his eyebrows as usual, "I heard that your brain was damaged by the fever?"

Haibara Ai looked at the cadre in the room who had watched her grow up but didn't recognize her at all. He looked like he had lost his memory and had a brain wreck: "...Ah?"

Vermouth laughed, "It seems so. Poor little thing, you have lost your memory due to a fever and can't go home. No wonder you have to let Xiaojiu protect you."

Haibara Ai: “…” Although this is not at all what this guy said, for some reason, it really makes people sad to hear it.

Wait, if I think about it carefully, it seems to be true? Although the organization cannot be considered a home in the strict sense, as a place where she once lived and was familiar with, she really can't go back now.

As a child, she relies on Yin Jiu to take care of her. If her true identity is exposed...

Huihara Ai clenched her fists in vigilance: both her reason and intuition told her that she should stay away from Vermouth at this time, but...

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

Looking at Toru Amuro who was holding vegetables in one hand and closing the gate with the other, and Vermouth who was leaning against the door of the villa with a half-smile, Huihara said in a reserved manner: "I have forgotten a lot, so I have to trouble you during this period, Chris Wynyard."

The door was completely shut.

Yin Jiu helped Toru Amuro put the vegetables by the sink and cut two apples. When he turned around, he saw Vermouth playing with her mobile phone, while Haibara Ai was holding a thick novel with her eyes wide open, obviously lost in thought.

"What's wrong with her?" Yin Jiu placed the fruit plate in the middle of the coffee table and looked at Vermouth, but all he got was an innocent shrug.

It seems that Sherry's psychological quality needs to be improved.

Yin Jiu suddenly realized it and sat down next to Huiyuan Ai. He patted her hand holding the book and said, "You hold the book upside down."

"...I know." Huiyuan Aimu put down the book that was used to cover Vermouth's face, and then she took the initiative to fork a piece of apple and handed it to Vermouth with a frank look, "Do you want it?"

Vermouth: “…”

Is Shirley really crazy?

The miniature researcher’s expression and tone were similar to before, but her eyes looked strange. They didn’t seem as alert and calm as before, but rather had a childlike innocence. Her hair color was slightly off due to the effects of the drugs. . . .

It's like having a new soul...

“Chris, do you want to eat an apple?” Huiyuan Ai was very satisfied with the confusion in Vermouth’s eyes, and deliberately put on a smiling expression with curved eyes, “If you don’t want to eat it, I’ll eat it first!”

"Who said I don't eat?" Vermouth was distracted for a brief second, and the emotions in her eyes immediately returned to normal.

As a master of disguise and film queen who is familiar with the distribution of facial muscles, Vermouth can easily tell the difference between a real smile and a fake one.

Shirley was still a little naive. The malicious crow curled its lips, took the little researcher's hand, and directly took the apple away with its mouth.

"Very sweet, thank you."

Huiyuan Ai: “…”

Haibara Ai immediately returned to her usual cold expression and dropped a fork.

"It seems like you guys are getting along well." Yin Jiu looked at the warm and harmonious scene in front of him and felt completely relieved.