"She's gone to such lengths to disguise herself—even dyed her hair." Vermouth recalled the elementary school student in the footage, wearing a hood and wrapped in a Scarf, with a few stray black hairs peeking out from its edges. The corner of her eye twitched. "No wonder she managed to hide for so long. If we passed each other in her current guise, I'm afraid even I wouldn't recognize her."
Fortunately, she had approached it from the angle of the "transfer student," identifying the suspect in advance before verifying it and successfully finding Sherry. But looking back... what had all that effort been for?
Whenever Vermouth thought of that night under the full moon, her whole body ached intensely. She did not even dare count how many bullets she had taken from beginning to end.
But the past was past. More importantly...
Vermouth watched the footage being synced through the Passerby Mutual Aid Association, a wave of concern rising in her heart. Where had Vodka found so many Cameras?
"Cool Guy never knows how to rein in his edge. Then again, who would have thought that while he was deducing things in a place surrounded only by acquaintances, so many organization members would be secretly watching?"
And among those watching "Edogawa Conan," Gin might even be present, though he rarely spoke.
"A child of six or seven whose deductive ability far surpasses active-duty police officers, along with a professor with countless inventions... won't that really make my colleagues suspicious?"
As that thought crossed her mind, Vermouth suddenly remembered Gin's last encounter with Cool Guy—when Gin had Reached Out toward the unconscious Conan, she had thought everything was over. Yet Gin had not only spared Cool Guy and the two thieves, but had Taken Away the boy and tossed him by