For this reason, she is not interested in her previous secrets, which are most likely related to Judy’s FBI and others. That is meaningless information to Wen Nite. Even if she has made many contributions, there will be no channels for promotion.

“Heh, it’s a good thing that you have confidence. But the guy who got involved with her will only end up with one thing.”

Gin’s assumption is that someone helped Sherry hide, otherwise she wouldn’t have disappeared completely. However, although Dr. Agasa was one of the helpers, it was the effect of drug A that hid Sherry’s identity, and Gin currently knew nothing about it.

Winette was grateful for Gin’s pragmatism. Testing the efficacy of the drug was just testing, and the end was the end. There would never be another chance for that drug to appear. In his eyes, it was poison. Although it could leave no trace and make people unaware of the cause of death, it was a very troublesome method and was far less easy than a single shot. In addition, it was something that traitors were studying, and Gin’s distrust spread very quickly. She was impressed that once there was a little suspicion, Gin would plant the seeds of doubt in his heart.

“Ah, you don’t have to tell me. Even a deal with the devil can’t save him from getting his hands on my things.”

Winnet acted happy, as if she was looking forward to the execution. Gin did not argue with her, saying that there was still work to be done. Just ten minutes ago, they made a deal and now they had to “deliver the goods”. The goods did not exist, and the consignee did not have to exist either, as long as the money was in place.

She was used to the organization’s barbaric practices, and the members’ hasty comings and goings. The two women were left behind, the charming one embraced the expressionless one, and then like a gentleman, she asked the lady to stand up and respond to her. Miss Winnet accepted the guidance of the waiter, and in just a few minutes, the Thousand-Faced Witch completed the preparations beforehand, and with a new face, the second half of the party began. Winnet sent back the soldiers waiting in the parking lot and got on Vermouth’s sports car. She nervously opened the roof, and Miss Winnet held down her hat with one hand, her hair fluffy and messy like the tail of an irritated snow fox.

“You called me here just to tell me about your deeds?” Winette asked, and she flipped directly from the back seat to the passenger seat, as crazy as the manic wind. Vermouth whistled excitedly, looking very American.

“Of course not, sweetheart.” Vermouth said, “The lost cat is not my sweetheart, so let Jean continue to worry.”

“So why did you mention this specifically?”

“for–“

“for what?”

“For you, Winnet Moriarty.” Vermouth said, but Winnet still couldn’t be expected to show gratitude. Vermouth thought further and said that this situation could not be concealed forever, and they needed to plan a grand funeral. For Shirley, for Winnet Moriarty. Miss Winnet was willing to sing for it, take a deep breath of fear and gunpowder, kiss the back of Vermouth’s hand, and push the person she loved to the stage of horror. The participants and guests had already begun to be selected at this moment.

The FBI is both the enemy and a pawn.

Vermouth likes to use both sides, putting secrets in different baskets and playing two roles. One of them is the masked ball this time. Akai Tomoaki is a cover, so that the FBI will naturally pay attention to Shirley and Edogawa Conan. She has enough understanding of Kudo Shinichi’s relentless pursuit, but at the same time, she also sees through Ai’s hidden weakness and wants her to stay out of it and be a tainted witness.

There is no benefit to her in doing this.

Winnett noticed the contradiction of this thoughtful woman. Vermouth was not as indifferent to the organization as she was, but at the same time she had a desire to destroy, hoping that someone could destroy the organization and reshape everything. So, the FBI was both an enemy and a friend. Of course, the FBI was just an example. If they were not worthy of being the opponent of the organization, then the first to die at her hands would be the FBI.

“What do you want?”

“How about what?”

“I should pay for doing this for me, right? The devil never offers a free lunch.”

“But the witch can.” Vermouth laughed.

She said she could stay tonight and talk about some women’s topics. But Miss Winnet obviously didn’t think they had any overlapping topics, and said that someone was waiting for her. Are you living together? Vermouth blamed her for being too careless. Winnet shook her head, but because she didn’t want to expose Mingmei’s existence, she changed the target to the TV program and said she wanted to watch Gil’s latest hosting. Vermouth didn’t expose it, but before leaving, she rolled her not plump cheeks like kneading dough, turning the flat dough into dumplings and buns.

Before leaving, Winette mentioned Judy, and Vermouth told her not to care, because at this time, Judy had already taken the initiative to contact her – just as she wanted. And the purpose of her sending that photo –

“Which type do you prefer?”

“Your type.”

“Ah, isn’t that sweet talk?”

“Yes.”

Because you have a better figure and a less terrible accent.

……