"Tomorrow?"
Mizunashi Rena thought for a moment, then said, "I need to change clothes and pick up a handy weapon..."
"And I need to take a shower."
Vermouth gazed at her slightly. "I suspect you'll use this opportunity to contact them..."
"Please..." Mizunashi Rena shrugged helplessly. "I'm covered in surveillance devices, trackers, and bugs right now. Even if I wanted to contact them, wouldn't you find out immediately?"
"No one cares about your suspicions." Vermouth merely smiled faintly, stepped forward, and gently brushed aside two loose strands of hair on her forehead. "The most important thing is to lure Shuichi Akai in."
"You understand, don't you?"
"I understand." Mizunashi Rena wore a faintly disgusted expression. "Compared to me being some so-called traitor, eliminating Shuichi Akai benefits the Organization more."
Halfway through, she became helpless again. "But if I'm going to deal with him, you have to let me relax first, right?"
"He might kill me..."
"Even if I die, you can't make me die smelling awful, can you?"
Vermouth crossed her arms and stared at her. In the end, she shook her head slightly. "You can clean yourself up, but you'll have to come with me."
"No problem."
Mizunashi Rena answered, knowing this was the old auntie's final concession.
Still, that was enough...
Listening from the side, Fujino naturally understood Mizunashi Rena's intentions.
She probably wanted to go to her own territory and get some blank rounds or something...
It was probably similar to that plan, directed by the renowned Director Conan, from what he remembered.
Using blank rounds and Kusuda Rikumichi's corpse to fake Shuichi Akai's death and earn the Organization's trust.
But where would the blank rounds come from?
Director Conan had probably arranged that in advance.
But now that the old auntie would not let her go,