Soon, the Fukui Prefecture police also caught Kadowaki. He stole the lottery ticket just to prevent others from knowing that it was Sumi who drew the arrow, because he wanted to steal the dugong arrows from the shrine and sell them, just like he sold them to the old couple before. However, because the warehouse was locked, he temporarily gave up this idea. Coincidentally, he hid because he was afraid of being mistaken for the murderer.

It seemed as if the matter was settled.

“Kudo, why are you looking so sad? It’s over, isn’t it?”

Hattori squatted down and put his arm around Conan’s shoulders. The ship would arrive early tomorrow morning, and they would leave. Saori’s death was destined to be unconvicted, and it was impossible to prove from her own mouth whether the previous case was an accident or homicide. This incident was bizarre, and it was normal for Kudo to be hit: he should be as optimistic as himself. Hattori shook Conan’s head. He told him not to think about it, and he wanted to treat him to a meal.

“Well, it’s just that I always feel it’s a little weird.”

“Although I often rely on intuition, it is not advisable to solve cases based on intuition.” Hattori said half-jokingly, “Except for Saori, no one can do those things alone. When a person is crazy, he can do anything. Most of those difficult and unsolvable cases are caused by a criminal with abnormal thinking and concepts. We are lucky.”

Conan caught a glimpse of Hattori’s hearty smile from the corner of his eye, and he seemed to have accepted the result and decided to have a good meal in the tavern that night.

Since Kogoro was clamoring for a drink, they went back first. The young girls wanted Junhui to rest and recover, so Winette said she wanted to walk around the neighborhood, and Chengshi followed her. When they were the only two left, Winette broke into Junhui’s house again and came to her bedroom. The door was open. Junhui was bandaged and sat straight, with a hazy and dull look in her eyes, looking in the direction of the courtyard. After seeing them, she didn’t say anything. Junhui had a complicated expression, and Winette noticed that there were traces of tears on her face.

“What are your plans next?” Cheng Shi asked her.

“Ah, I don’t know either.” Jun Hui forced a smile, like the smile of a sad clown. “If they had told me all this earlier, maybe they could have woken up – from the curse of immortality. And I wouldn’t have to think about the past anymore and could live the life I want. However, there is no point in regretting. The lessons I have learned so far have made me understand that the Dugong Festival cannot continue, even if everyone pretends that nothing has happened. The shrine is no longer a peaceful place, and it’s time for me to be free from it.”

“So, are you going to leave this island? Don’t forget that the disguise you promised me has not yet been fulfilled. If you want to live under a different name, I can help you. I can put you on a flying carpet, give you a shaker full of gems, and a passport, just like magic.”

“It’s a very dark magic.” Jun Hui finally felt relieved. She turned around and shook her head slightly, indicating that it would not work in the shrine.

“You won’t have…”

Cheng Shi swallowed his saliva, and was about to say something but stopped. Jun Hui smiled and said no, she would not betray a person who bore her sins, nor would she commit suicide and make everything meaningless. She stood up and bowed deeply to Winnet, saying that she planned to leave the island – to live on the main island – and trouble Winnet for a while to teach her the art of disguise.

Jun-hye apologized. She said sorry to Seong-sil. Jun-hye imagined a future life that was cut off from the past, with a door in front of her that would take her from hell to a paradise-like pure land, but when the time came, she would go back and suffer those tortures again – the same tortures as them.

“Didn’t Mr. Fukuyama come to see you?”

“He asked me to go to the main island with him, but I refused. Not to mention that it would be unfair to Sumi, I just didn’t have the qualifications. Although I do have to leave the island, I may meet him and his wife again one day in the future, but that’s where we’ll end. I think I’ll become a special effects makeup artist and continue my unfulfilled dream of making movies.”

Jun Hui smiled gently, in the form of nightmares and confessions, one day.

The result was poor, but Junhui’s enthusiasm reassured Chengshi. Winnet and Junhui exchanged contact information because Junhui decided to leave Fukui Prefecture and go to Toudu to work hard. During this process, she would take time to teach Winnet, and she whispered in her left ear – the tips and secrets of makeup, briefly describing it. Winnet figured out the similarities and differences between this and Vermouth’s technique, and then she would learn more specifically.

The dress of the longevity lady gave her inspiration on how to disguise herself as a petite person. Furthermore, it was not impossible to disguise herself as a child. However, walking on the knees was also a skill that required practice, and without crutches, it would cause great damage to the knees, so it was not a mature technique.

Miss Winnett knew how to bend her body and perform simple bone shrinking techniques. With her excellent flexibility and self-control, she could shrink into a ball, or dislocate some bones, but that was at best a performance and hiding skill, and it was different from the transformation and disguise in the novel. Moreover, she had not received any training in bone shrinking, so the movements she could perform were limited, and at most she could only shrink her body.

Simply put, after performing the spell, one will look like a freak with congenital disabilities, and will not be able to move freely until it is reconnected.

So the art of disguise also has its limits.

Compared with Vermouth’s dancer’s figure, she obviously has an unwanted advantage in disguise.

“Then we’ll wait for you in Dongdu,” she said.

Jun Hui pretended to complain that Winette was so harsh and unexpected. She was joking. At that time, she thought she was going to be killed by her. “Maybe this is the most suitable ending for me.” Her words gradually made people stop laughing.

However, the existence of grief will not last long, nor will it be completely eliminated. It is like an indelible stain left on the wall of the soul, which will be enlarged little by little over time. Now is still an early stage, and everyone can talk and laugh. Even if it swallows everything, some people can still laugh. Winette smiled, with a harmless expression and malicious actions. She trampled on everything that could be trampled, just to experience an unprecedented and unusual charm, even if she could not understand it. She remembered Xiao Ai’s words, so she has been very restrained. She spent more time on prayer and life. The original life became a pastime; like cigarettes, alcohol, and video games.

She returned to the hotel and faced the cash-strapped high school students and the considerate aunt. She put on the face and manners of an upper-class person, and with a roll of her eyes and a wave of her fingertips, Akane Fantian helped them diligently and cleared the place. She ordered the best and most expensive things in the store and invited them to taste them. The high school students had a good experience of luxury. After drinking beer, Ms. Kuriyama kept talking, revealing some of her boss’s secrets, including Xiaolan’s concerns (related to Kudo), and then she turned her guns on another young couple.

Winnett’s smile was bright and relaxed. She artistically processed the thrilling love on the cliff. Regardless of the two people’s confrontation and offensive, the love story of Hattori and Kazuha almost made Xiaolan cry. Of course, Miss Winnett didn’t like to lie. She said slowly in an ambiguous tone, “They almost kissed, but I was there and they were too shy. Right, doctor? “

“Congratulations!”

The uncle and aunt joined the battle, as if they were about to get married. The two who didn’t drink but were red as irons were left behind – they didn’t dare to raise their faces. Miss Winnet just regarded their reproachful looks as the melodious sea breeze.

Well, her eyesight is not good, she can’t see. Don’t try to let her understand anything by hinting. Does anyone expect a nearly blind woman to understand eye contact and lip language? Oh, you are such a little genius. Miss Winnet suspected that they both had a sudden onset of rickets and laryngitis.

Congratulations, congratulations.

I’ll go back to see Xiao Ai tomorrow! Miss Winnet thought.

……

552 Miss Winnett wants to show off her skills

Winnet’s fantasy was soon broken. Due to the frequent occurrence of cases, Kogoro and his group’s trip was delayed, and even Xiaolan had to ask for leave from school, so Xiao Ai was still on school days, which was completely different from what she had imagined. Although she could come to the house to bother her as a guest cook, Miss Winnet claimed to be a polite lady, so she had to extend the invitation first, wait calmly, and be fully prepared. At this time, Xiao Ai in her mind had already been obedient.

Asking for the date is a bad idea, as Miss Winnet’s vocabulary only includes today, yesterday, and tomorrow, as well as a while ago and soon. She lay on the side of the passenger ship with her head down, and she was in a low period. The sea breeze was howling, but Winnet was not afraid of the cold – she was British after all. She stood bravely at the bow, her fluttering silver hair like a flag. Dr. Cheng Shi came over to ask about her health and reminded her that this was a stepping stone to catching a cold. He thought she was sad for Jun Hui. Miss Winnet was quite promiscuous and treated everyone the same, except Xiao Ai, so she naturally would not worry about a girl she had just met. She was abnormally quiet along the way, and was regarded as the same by the sentimental girls, who thought she was just forcing a smile at the dinner party. How could a kind-hearted pastor lady be indifferent to such a tragedy? Everyone believes what they see.

The ship sailed directly to Toudou. Akane Takata contacted the hotel and asked them to send the gifts over, telling the accompanying Eri Kisaki and Midori Kuriyama not to worry. Although Kogoro didn’t have much opportunity to show off this time, he was particularly serious and reliable when explaining, which made Eri Kisaki look at him with a new eye, but this lasted until he was hungover. Only when he was about to arrive did he come to the deck to sober up.

“Then we’ll say goodbye.” Akane Fantian contacted the driver in advance.

Originally, Kogoro drove here, and Kisaki Eri took his car, and Xiaolan and Conan also came with him. Kuriyama Midori was tactful and did not bother them, and went with Winnet. The car was spacious enough, and Winnet also took Hattori and Kazuha with her, and sent them to the airport to transfer to Osaka.

Japan’s management of students is really lax, Winnet thought. Obviously, none of the four people on the ship had any legitimate reason to ask for leave.

It’s getting late.

When Winette got home, she saw Mingmei applying a facial mask in the living room. Winette smelled gas and knew that she had dinner. She walked into the kitchen, took out the plate wrapped in plastic wrap, and sat down opposite Mingmei. She clearly felt that the facial muscles under the white film were tense, representing Mingmei’s smile. Mingmei tilted her head slightly and asked her how the trip was. The answer was terrible. If she had acted alone, she would not have chosen such a roundabout plan, Winette thought calmly. However, she learned to absorb the charm of it. This form of crime based on legends and superstitions can help broaden her horizons, she thought comfortingly.

“It was a great trip, Mingmei,” Winnet said in English. No matter how bad it was, she would only say good things and not talk about the case, because no one would be happy to hear it. Maybe it could be a horror story for a midnight tea party, but dear Miss Winnet couldn’t find the right people for the party.

“You’re lying to me. How can it be great without Shiho?” Mingmei said. She laughed and exposed Winette, but her tone was just teasing.

“Yeah, if I had known, I would have gone a day or two later.” Winette said regretfully. Mingmei waved her arm and filled in the vacancies for her. It turned out that Xiao Ai was also caught by her to be a model for drawing figurines, and like her, she became Mingmei’s creative material. Fortunately, Mingmei is not an adult cartoonist.

She ate her meal in silence, commenting on the taste of the vegetables and fried tempura from time to time. After experiencing so many things, she no longer only considered her own world, and her observation of words and expressions was no longer limited to observation. She gave others favors. Mingmei handed Winnet a cup and took another cup for herself. She went to the bathroom to remove her mask and invited Winnet to have a drink. The collision of juice and milk had a style of under 20 years old, as if to say that we were all young girls. Her cheerfulness made Winnet follow her rhythm, and in an inexplicable and strange joy, the glass reflected a complete smiling face.

“It’s been a while since the three of us have been out together.” Mingmei suddenly remembered the skiing experience plan proposed by Dr. Agasa, “Mr. Agasa is planning to take the kids skiing. Can I go with you?”

“Why ask me? You are free,” said Winnet.

Mingmei imitates the Statue of Liberty. This seems like a joke to Winnet.

“It’s not the freedom that is advocated, but the real freedom.” Winnet said. For her, capitalism is not an ally, and her adoptive father, an old man who received orthodox education, watched the collapse of the British Empire, Churchill supported the United States, and Britain suffered terribly. As a result, the Soviet Union dragged down Germany. Compared with the United States, which took advantage of it and stabbed it in the back, the Soviet Union was more like a comrade-in-arms to fight against the Germans together.

She is not sensitive to ideology and has no political demands, but there is one thing she retains from her two life experiences – contempt for all things American.

“Sorry.” Akemi said a little ashamedly. She just happened to think of it, and she didn’t know Winette hated America so much. She thought she had a good impression – meeting Shiho there.

“Isn’t it common sense that the Brits and Americans despise each other?” she joked.

Mingmei laughed.

“Is there a seat for me?” asked Winnett.

“Of course, it’s a special seat.” The seats are chosen at will. Who you want to sit next to is a puzzle with an answer. However, Winnet’s special seat is for watching from the sidelines. Her newfound humility makes her willing to give up her seat to Mingmei, so that she can gain more love from Xiao Ai. I’m so stupid that I can only use quantifiers to describe pitiful love. Winnet thought.

“Then I’ll let you sit next to Ai to highlight my humble character,” she said.

Mingmei burst out laughing.

“Who would call themselves humble?”

“It’s me. Pastors always have to bear the bad things for the world, and I give the good things to my friends. This is a great joy.”

Winnet was methodical and her speech was like chanting dogma. Poor Minmei was attracted by her voice and wit, and then Miss Winnet showed her special skill and made the names of all the stations in Vienna into a catchy song, with the tune of three blind mice. However, Minmei didn’t understand, because she was not sensitive to religion, but just thought it was funny and graceful.

Mingmei said she is becoming more and more lively. Winnet loves Jesus and thanks God for giving her precious love, which allows her to face all the setbacks she is not good at. Her confidence is enough for her to be a diplomat, a movie star and a company president, and to overcome any difficulties. Communicating with people is insignificant. She can perform a wig-changing performance on Gin’s head at the speed of Sichuan Opera.

After the night talk, Winette took a bath and lay carelessly on the bed, letting her thoughts wander. Her head was filled with useless special makeup techniques and memories as dense as oil, which knew no more than muscles. She tossed and turned for a while, ready to embrace the devil of hell, but the succubus on earth sent a message.

a photo.

She knew that the sender was Vermouth. Besides, the woman in the photo was also very familiar. She didn’t have time to think about the origin and development history of MMS. The night in Los Angeles, the sound of motorcycles and the sound of broken glass emerged in her mind. The blond FBI with glasses had an even more American style than Vermouth. She glanced at the background, which looked like the corridors of a hospital and a prison, with warm tones. Considering that Vermouth occupied a new body, the address was Teitan High School. The organization and the FBI were playing hide-and-seek in the school, oh, how funny! This reminded Miss Winnett of some Japanese light novels that could make people have a myocardial infarction. Japanese high school students are by no means ordinary species – take a look – The Land-Walking Grim Reaper – Kudo Shinichi.

After pressing the delete key, she was thinking about watching the fight from a mountain. What could two sexy-looking women do? Pull each other’s hair? Or point a Glock at each other and shoot at those firm breasts?

forget it!

That was the battlefield that determined the fate of Dongdu. This was the setting of the novel. Winnett thought that the war between the aunts on the supermarket sale day might be even more intense. The Star Wars of the upper class was presented in the form of playing house, and she thought of her again at this time. What role to play? Winnett put herself in the shoes of the nanny who washed the underwear, staring at the ceiling, and regarded Judy Stelyn as a fledgling intelligence agent, and Vermouth as a poor spy. The two monitored each other and deprived each other of their freedom.

For the free Vermouth, the only thing she could think of was giving her a pair of Ikaros wings.

Miss Winnett’s leisurely life came to an end. She took out the women’s pistol that she had never fired in her life, in order to prevent the loss of her already fragile life. She had no interest in or resentment towards Akai Shuichi’s lover. It was conceivable that the private life of an FBI agent like him was chaotic, especially since he had a military service record. She followed her adoptive father’s stereotype that if he didn’t have many horses, he was 100% gay. Taking a boy to Hawaii or a southern city and finding a hotel for vacation was very American.

A qualified gentleman or lady can always despise American style naturally, humorously and leisurely, which is an indispensable part of life.

Miss Winnett strives to be a lady.

After all, unlike some lap dancers, she never mingled in the social world of fame and fortune.

The weak weapons are only part of the picture, like a plate ready to receive the appetizer. Miss Winnett found the previous investigation files and made a simple analysis of Judy’s behavior pattern. Since Vermouth gave her her coordinates, it means that she should not act rashly and focus on surveillance. She is not like Gin, who always wants his lover-like bullets to enter other people’s bodies. He is silent, and he also wants others to be silent, giving supreme violence and crushing the enemy. Miss Winnett is more gentle and more measured. The only thing she doesn’t measure is the cruelty of her methods.

With the enthusiasm of a primary school student writing an observation diary, Miss Winnett decided to temporarily let go of the hanging line.

The next afternoon, when the student was leaving school, she dressed up as a man. It was autumn, and the weather was cold, so she could wear a coat and long pants, which gave her more space to cover up, and the possibility of being exposed was negligible. She learned very quickly, and it only took her a few minutes to remember other people’s postures and imitate them realistically. She walked around with her hands in her pockets, her body hunched, and a can of coffee with the word “Key” written on it in English.

It tastes quite good.

Miss Winnett added her impressions of the new food company.

The sky was clear and the world was empty. Soon, the school gate was crowded with students. Before the students came out, the blonde woman had already rushed out of the school gate in a hurry. Winette could see clearly, so she was even more confused. This was the first time she had seen such an uncalm monitor. Obviously, she was not following Vermouth. She did not devote her few rest time to the ridiculous and great FBI. She was as unrestrained as a horse without reins. Winette followed her footsteps, cautiously. She only took a last look at her at every intersection to prevent her professional nose from smelling her tracks. She bought cigarettes that she didn’t smoke, took coupons for home appliances that she couldn’t use, and came to the territory of hippies and entered the paradise of otaku.

The colorful rolling arcade machines and the sound of the classic pinball game starting up. The arcade was packed with people, with no seats left. There were queues for popular games, but the unpopular and competitive games were empty. Not everyone was keen on competing with passers-by. Judy Stelline was in the queue. Her goal was a game that shot zombies, which reminded Winnett of a boy with superpowers who loved to laugh.

The game boy in front of the console took on God’s duty, resting the endless zombies and offering a grand bonfire for their corpses. They enjoyed it endlessly and were fully focused. From the head of the line to the end, they were extremely obsessed. Judy stuck her head out while waiting in line to see the operation of the person in front of her, making an “oh oh” sound. After waiting for a long time, it was finally her turn. Judy held two electric toy guns in her hands, ready to go, and made a James Bond signature double-gun holding action, aiming at the screen.

Such a foreign woman, and a plump beauty, was like a star surrounded by a group of men. In the video game industry, strength is important. Apart from a small number of guys with impure intentions, most people were just waiting to see her embarrass herself, until their faces suddenly changed and then they admired her.

Leaving aside her shooting skills, Winnett recognized her reaction speed and video game skills.

There was an endless stream of “Perfect” on the screen.

She even threw the gun to show off, then turned around to catch it, and fired at the moment the gun barrel fell, hitting the target accurately. Miss Winnet had to admit that she was quite good at showing off.

Passersby were all stunned.

Winnet was also stunned.

But it was not because of Judy’s excellent skills, but because she saw the trio of Conan, Xiaolan, and Sonoko. They stood in front of the claw machine and looked at this side with an incredible look on their faces.

She had the urge to escape.

Winnett’s intuition told her that if she didn’t leave now, it would be difficult to leave when the police arrived.

but……

“I waited in line for so long just to watch the FBI show off?”

Miss Winnet said she wanted to show off her skills and broaden the horizons of the frog in the well.

……

553 Video Game Master Xiaolan

The timing is bad.

After showing off, Judy Stelline put one hand on her waist and pretended to blow into the muzzle of a toy gun, as if the muzzle was filled with smoke. Before Winnett could enjoy the game world, Xiaolan and her group came here. She put her hands in her pockets, standing behind the crowd, with a gloomy temperament, not attracting attention. When she saw the two girls, her eyes widened and they called her “Teacher Judy”.

“What happened today that I see you here?” Yuanzi was incredulous. Her voice was a little awkward, with a tone that was completely different from what she had imagined.

Judy turned her head away without covering anything.

“It’s Maori and Suzuki!” Judy greeted them.

She spoke in a strange foreign accent, so strange that it felt deliberate. Winnett leaned back on the gaming seat, looking up slightly. Her state was similar to those who watched Judy play games, full of curiosity, but with an extra layer of hostility.

“She’s a teacher!”

“Look, that looks like the school uniform of Teitan High School.”

“So, she is a high school teacher? Is that correct?”

People around were talking a lot.

Winette saw this and guessed that Judy came here regularly and became a mysterious visitor – an electronic expert, attracting the interest of those enthusiasts. She knew that Vermouth would never come to such a place, so she lost interest because she was really just playing games as a way to relieve stress.

Vermouth had advised her before, hoping that she could cultivate some hobbies, such as music and painting, but she did not need such spiritual substitutes. Moreover, she did not have any special perverted hobbies, and was quite different from the horrific serial killers. Rather than getting weird pleasure from other people, she got what she needed more from the dangerous herself.

“No, no, they got the wrong person!” Judy turned and said to the audience.

Sonoko and Xiaolan looked at each other. Then Judy pushed their backs away from the noisy zombie game center. Winette squinted at their backs, walked around, and sat down in front of a fighting game machine near their rest area. She was not anxious: wait for Judy to come home from the game hall, find out her address; just use the most basic tracking method, and then appear around her in a natural form as much as possible to achieve the effect of surveillance. Since they installed listening devices at the new address, they must be extremely sensitive to such devices. Winette decided to use the old method. Sometimes, in a civilized society, inefficient methods are unimpeded.

The display screen shows something similar to a classic fighting game.

Miss Winnet randomly picked an unlucky passerby to start a duel. The opponent looked hunched over, very depressed, wearing a wrinkled white shirt and a mouse-gray coat, and looked confident of winning.

Probably different from the Depression, Winnet thought.

The people who come here are all dressed up very well. Although there are some uncles and otakus who don’t care much about their appearance, there are also many men in suits and trendy young people. Most of them are in good spirits. After all, this is not the age of video games! Winette yawned in a way that suits her image, looking a bit listless.

Within a minute, the word KO appeared on the screen.

“how come!”

She heard desperate wails and saw eyes as big as copper bells.