"Who told you to have such bad luck?" Vermouth thought with a hint of pity. Why did he have to commit the crime today? It was bad enough that he chose today, but he also had to choose a day when Gin was around—oh, right, there was also a rather reliable-looking Detective here.
Now look at this. Not only was she exposed, but she was also used as a shield by someone.
While thinking, Vermouth took a discreet sip of the Cabernet Sauvignon by his side—after all, out of all the drinks at the Party, the dry red wine at the evening party was the one she enjoyed most.
“So, in the end, the reason the Killer revealed himself—was it actually his handwriting?” Taking a small sip of the dry red wine to moisten his throat, the elegant and mellow aroma of grapes lingered on his lips and teeth. Vermouth did not drink much, nor did he turn around; his azure gaze remained fixed in Kindaichi's direction, yet his soft words were directed at Gin: “Come to think of it, this method is quite unexpected.”
"Boring," Gin remarked, appearing quite dismissive of it.
How so?" Vermouth curled the corners of his mouth, revealing an innocent smile. It was the smile of Chris Wynyard, which dissolved the charm and ruthlessness of this Poppy blooming in the darkness, adding a touch of innocence born of sunlight: "I think it's quite good.
Illusory innocence.
Gin let out a sneer, his eyes and brow filled with contempt for "these losers." "The murder method was acceptable enough, but since he knew he lacked the ability to kill someone in a short period without being exposed, he had to set a trap—"
Then those who get exposed over such trivial matters are either too careless or simply lack the intelligence.
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It's not quite like that; everyone has different handwriting habits. For instance, some people like to emphasize the first character, while others like to add a circle at the end of a stroke or something similar." Vermouth spoke nonsense casually—Gin felt that she was probably getting a bit bored as well. "Speaking of which, English handwriting habits are even more different. I remember some people, in order to save time when taking shorthand, would make specific marks, like circling key points, or intentionally using different cases for misspelled letters to distinguish them.. things like that.
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Gin was quite puzzled: "Why should I tell you?"
Pfft—" The blonde-haired beauty couldn't help but laugh. "Speaking of which, I remember you're left-handed, right? Does that count as a habit?
"You certainly weren't a biology student when you were in school—otherwise, you would have been expelled long ago," Gin remarked with a cold sarcasm.
Vermouth, being mocked, felt no embarrassment at all. He effortlessly placed the wine glass in his hand onto the table, his meticulously manicured fingertips pressing against the glass. The contrast between the red and white hues made the liquid appear even more brilliant, his fingers as slender as scallions.
His blue eyes swept toward Gin, as his beautiful eyes flickered, Vermouth revealed a faint smile. "If it were you, how would you handle it?"
Regarding such suggestive remarks, Gin always answered according to his mood, as it happened, his mood was quite good right now: "Just kill him."
Is it really that simple and crude?
“That man did it because he knew he lacked the ability to kill a person within a short timeframe without being exposed, so he had to set a trap—” Gin casually moved his Finger; not long ago, he had used a blade to pierce another person's heart, a process that took less than a minute. “It's not like I lack that ability, is it?”
He spoke as if it were only natural, with absolute arrogance.
Vermouth blinked; the crystal chandeliers in the party hall were dazzling and brilliant, making his feel a bit—
—too bright.
A hint of a smile escaped the lips of the Blonde-haired beauty.
The small talk ended, they returned to the main topic.
Chris Wynyard's beautiful face showed a look of lingering shock, even her crystal-clear Blue eyes seemed shrouded in a misty haze: "Since the Killer has already been found—"
Her red lips trembled slightly, her long eyelashes fluttered like a fragile butterfly landing upon them: "Then, can we leave?"
Every word she uttered was soft and cautious, making the police's forced detention of his seem even more heartless.
As she spoke, the onlookers responded one after another, leaving both Kindaichi and Akechi Kengo feeling somewhat at a loss.
Although the perpetrator of the first Corpse has already been found, who committed the second Murder case remains a mystery to this day.
At the very least, the culprit strongly insisted that he was not responsible for this.
More importantly, even Kindaichi and Akechi Kengo felt that the methods used in the two crimes were quite different and worth careful consideration.
However—
Isn't it quite obvious?" The beautiful-looking female singer stated his judgment loudly. "After he killed the first person, he deliberately pulled the circuit breaker to create chaos and kill the second person—now, he simply lacks the evidence to prove he committed the second murder, which is why he refuses to admit it!
“You!” The suspect glared at her.
“I am telling the truth,” the Female singer said, startled by the other's ferocious expression. He took a step back but remained unyielding. “The sentencing for a murder case and a serial murder case is different..”
"Since there is no evidence to prove it, we cannot say the second murder case was committed by him," Akechi Kengo said, speaking with impartiality.
Unfortunately, not everyone liked hearing that fair statement, especially those Onlookers who adhered to the principle of "mind your own business."
It was already distressing enough that such a wonderful Party had turned into this. As time passed bit by bit, many people began to feel exhausted. Even though the case had clearly been solved, everyone was still being held here—
Are you kidding me?
Especially since many of the people at the Party were somewhat famous, including several seniors within their circles, the Police had to temporarily compromise due to public outcry and concerns over media coverage.
“Then you all should head back for now.” Another older Police [male] sighed, finally announcing, “However, if the Police have any requests, you must cooperate.”
Doing so clearly increased the difficulty of solving the case significantly, even several trainee police officers showed expressions of unwillingness.
Kinda Ichichi and Akechi Kengo were clearly unwilling as well, but under the helpless gaze of the veteran Police, they could only temporarily suppress their frustration. A glimmer flashed in the former's eyes: he would definitely catch the Killer.
Whether Kindaichi will follow through on his vow remains to be seen, but Chris Wynyard looked as if she were thinking, "It's finally over." She feigned weakness, leaning half against Gin, her exquisite makeup unable to hide the exhaustion of the blonde-haired beauty.
However, for Gin, it was—
—Even the most exquisite acting could not hide the fact that Vermouth did it on purpose!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, in order to maintain his persona, Gin obviously could not throw this woman out; he could only maintain a calm expression on his face, supporting Vermouth as if he were a man of deep affection.
It hurt!
The blonde-haired beauty complained inwardly; she certainly knew how much force Gin had used despite her seemingly considerate actions—poor her, with her delicate skin, it must be bruised.
If Gin knew what was on Vermouth's mind, he would surely express his disdain: Tender skin? Your skin is so thick it could stop a bullet!
And isn't this your own fault?!
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No matter the time or place, the saying "every profession has its own specialty" is not just empty words.
If you make an athlete sit under an apple tree, he will probably just eat the falling apples; if you ask a chef to draw an egg, he will most likely draw an abstract poached egg; if you ask Heine to perform cardiac pacing, you would have to worry about whether he might accidentally kill the patient.
Therefore, technical problems must be left to professionals—this is a truth that holds true in all circumstances.
Thus, the USB inside Vermouth's blonde hair had not even been there for half an hour before Gin took it to hand over to the Black Organization.
What a shame.." Vermouth's voice held genuine regret. "I didn't even get a chance to see what was inside!
Can you even understand it?" Gin retorted nonchalantly, a retort for the Blonde-haired beauty's repeated attempts to cause trouble earlier. "With your biological knowledge?
This was a mockery aimed at his previous remarks about "habits" and being "left-handed."
Vermouth's smile stiffened slightly. He closed his eyes and chanted in his heart: Don't get angry, don't get angry, you are much older than this little brat, don't let his few words provoke you!
He suppressed the curses in his heart and forced a smile that looked quite normal. "After all, it took us so much effort to get it, so it's only natural to care."
Watch your wording—" Gin said sharply, "It was 'I' who went to all that trouble to get it—
"—And you, you've basically been slacking off the whole time." The tone was cool and devoid of emotion, with mockery lingering in Gin's eyes.
“You—”
Before he could even finish her sentence, Gin interrupted the blonde-haired beauty again—it had already been said that being considerate of others was a concept far too distant for her.
By the way, you can't say you were just 'slacking off'." Gin curled the corners of her mouth into a thin, mean arc. "After all, you played the part of a Vase for a long time.
Vermouth: ……
Absinthe truly felt that if it weren't for this blue evening dress limiting her performance today, she would definitely have to pick a fight with Gin!
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Ignoring the fact that the Blonde-haired beauty behind him could no longer maintain her composure, Gin walked leisurely along the night path.
It wouldn't hurt to let her stay angry for a while; after all, the night is quite cold, anger is a kind of fire—it might just keep her warm.
However—
—"What a shame.. I didn't even get a chance to see what was inside!"
After all, we went through so much trouble to get it, it's only natural to care.
Gin let out a mocking sneer.
Vermouth probably doesn't know that, even though the USB has been handed over, but—
He didn't know what the contents were, but that didn't mean Gin didn't know either.
In the darkness, Gin's black suit, which he had not yet changed out of, almost blended into the night.
The evening breeze brushed against his face, bringing with it a faint fragrance of wildflowers. The scenes of light and shadow intertwining and the clinking of glasses at the Party had not yet faded, the Corpse and blood were even more vivid in his memory; however, as these complicated thoughts were swept away by the wind, they felt much clearer.
It was already late at night, the Moon hung high in the sky, cold and bright; there were not many stars in the surroundings, only a few lonely ones that did not make the scene lively, but instead added a touch of solitude to the Moon.
Everything around was quiet; all the hustle and bustle of the daytime seemed to have fallen into Black Sweet's dream, with only the cars speeding by on the highway bringing the sounds of modernity.
The evening breeze blew calmly; perhaps because the wind was so light, the tree branches were too lazy to move, even the birds had ceased their singing.
For some reason, Gin suddenly thought of the owl in his home.
Ever since Nana gave him this Owl, the daily life in the house has become a bit more—chaotic.
But birds might truly possess a certain spirituality; at the very least, after the man and the Owl had adjusted to each other for so long, the Owl would no longer act as foolishly as it did in the beginning.
At this time, it probably wasn't asleep yet?
Could this be.. waiting for him to come home?
He suddenly felt it was a bit funny—an Owl waiting for him to come home.. thinking about it, it was quite boring.
However, within that amusement, there was also a sudden sense of peace.
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Heine looked at his Sister with speechless frustration, feeling that the cultivation he had practiced for many years was on the verge of total failure.
Sheila looked cautiously at his brother's furious expression, finally, a flicker of conscience appeared as he offered a half-hearted attempt at reassurance: "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
Heine slammed the table—to be honest, the slam was a bit forceful, causing his hand to ache slightly: "What if something really happens?!"
Sheila smiled slightly, looking confident. "It won't involve you!"
Hearing this, one didn't need to think twice to know how Heine would react. Pino couldn't help but silently lower his head and press his hand to his forehead, unable to bear watching this disastrous confrontation between the siblings.
Who would worry about that!" Heine stepped forward quickly, pinching his sister's beautiful face tightly. "Wake up, will you? I'm worried about you playing with fire!
"I don't like playing with fire.." Sheila's voice changed as he was being pinched, his words coming out in a muddled mumble, his bright blue eyes blinking as he looked at his brother, looking utterly innocent.
Veins were faintly visible on Heine's forehead as he got straight to the point: "I told you not to provoke Gin. Did you not understand what I said?"