I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

(Under revision...)

Slender fingers tapped the keyboard.

As the keyboard sounded, lines of black characters appeared on the computer screen.

"Dear Edogawa Conan..."

After editing the content, Belmode printed it out and put it in an envelope.

She put a "V" logo on the seal of the letter with fire paint.

Looking at this letter, Belmode gave a meaningful smile.

...

Inside a parking lot in Tokyo.

Wearing a black knitted hat, Hideichi Akai took out the car key from his pocket and walked to his Chevrolet.

After getting in the car, he lit himself a cigarette with a match.

The burning match and the light from the phone screen illuminated his stern face.

He glanced at the text message Mingmei had sent him a few days ago, then extinguished the burning match and put away the phone.

The car plunged into darkness again.

...

The third floor of the Maori detective office at this time.

"Want to hold a Halloween party that doesn't match the time?"

After eating a mouthful of food, Uncle Maori couldn't help but vomit:

"When do they think it is now?"

"Halloween should be on October 31st, right?"

After reading the content of the letter, Xiaolan explained:

"That's why people write'Halloween party not in time' at the beginning."

The party is not party, Uncle Maori doesn't really care.

While eating, he asked:

"Then what's written in this invitation letter?"

"It says on this invitation..."

Seeing that paragraph, Xiaolan hesitated.

She raised her head and glanced at Uncle Maori, and then said the content:

"Incompetent detective, Mr. Kogoro Mouri."

"Ok?"

Just hearing this derogatory name made Uncle Maori a little unhappy.

He stopped eating vegetables and frowned at the invitation letter.

If it were in the comics, there would definitely be a "Tic Tac Toe" on the forehead of Uncle Maori at this time.

At this time, Xiaolan is still reading the content of the invitation letter:

"On the upcoming full moon night, please allow me to invite you to this horrible evening party."

"The party was held in a blood-stained dress."

"Of course, whether you choose to attend the party or not."

"The poor lamb who is about to die will curse his own destiny."

"The sinner will also be drunk in pain before his death."

"..."

When Xiaolan finished reading the content of the invitation letter, Uncle Maori sneered:

"This invitation letter is basically a war post against my detective Kogoro Mouri."

Remembering that the invitation letter said at the beginning that he was an "incompetent detective", he became angry.

He then asked:

"Which guy is it from?"

After reading it twice, Xiaolan said uncertainly:

"It seems to be sent by a foreigner."

"Because the signature on the invitation letter is in English."

"Vermouth."

"Vermouth?"

Hearing this name, Uncle Maori complained:

"Why does this name sound so strange?"

"It doesn't always feel like a personal name."

"Sure enough, the person who sent this strange invitation letter is not a normal person."

...

"Vermouth?"

Hearing the name, Dr. Ari thought for a while, and then replied:

"Um, sorry."

"I have never heard of this name."

Slender fingers tapped the keyboard.

As the keyboard sounded, lines of black characters appeared on the computer screen.

"Dear Edogawa Conan..."

After editing the content, Belmode printed it out and put it in an envelope.

She put a "V" logo on the seal of the letter with fire paint.

Looking at this letter, Belmode gave a meaningful smile.

...

Inside a parking lot in Tokyo.

Wearing a black knitted hat, Hideichi Akai took out the car key from his pocket and walked to his Chevrolet.

After getting in the car, he lit himself a cigarette with a match.

The burning match and the light from the phone screen illuminated his stern face.

He glanced at the text message Mingmei had sent him a few days ago, then extinguished the burning match and put away the phone.

The car plunged into darkness again.

...

The third floor of the Maori detective office at this time.

"Want to hold a Halloween party that doesn't match the time?"

After eating a mouthful of food, Uncle Maori couldn't help but vomit:

"When do they think it is now?"

"Halloween should be on October 31st, right?"

After reading the content of the letter, Xiaolan explained:

"That's why people write'Halloween party not in time' at the beginning."

The party is not party, Uncle Maori doesn't really care.

While eating, he asked:

"Then what's written in this invitation letter?"

"It says on this invitation..."

Seeing that paragraph, Xiaolan hesitated.

She raised her head and glanced at Uncle Maori, and then said the content:

"Incompetent detective, Mr. Kogoro Mouri."

"Ok?"

Just hearing this derogatory name made Uncle Maori a little unhappy.

He stopped eating vegetables and frowned at the invitation letter.

If it were in the comics, there would definitely be a "Tic Tac Toe" on the forehead of Uncle Maori at this time.

At this time, Xiaolan is still reading the content of the invitation letter:

"On the upcoming full moon night, please allow me to invite you to this horrible evening party."

"The party was held in a blood-stained dress."

"Of course, whether you choose to attend the party or not."

"The poor lamb who is about to die will curse his own destiny."

"The sinner will also be drunk in pain before his death."

"..."

When Xiaolan finished reading the content of the invitation letter, Uncle Maori sneered:

"This invitation letter is basically a war post against my detective Kogoro Mouri."

Remembering that the invitation letter said at the beginning that he was an "incompetent detective", he became angry.

He then asked:

"Which guy is it from?"

After reading it twice, Xiaolan said uncertainly:

"It seems to be sent by a foreigner."

"Because the signature on the invitation letter is in English."

"Vermouth."

"Vermouth?"

Hearing this name, Uncle Maori complained:

"Why does this name sound so strange?"

"It doesn't always feel like a personal name."

"Sure enough, the person who sent this strange invitation letter is not a normal person."

...

"Vermouth?"

Hearing the name, Dr. Ari thought for a while, and then replied:

"Um, sorry."

"I have never heard of this name."

"Which guy is it from?"

After reading it twice, Xiaolan said uncertainly:

"It seems to be sent by a foreigner."

"Because the signature on the invitation letter is in English."

"Vermouth."

"Vermouth?"

Hearing this name, Uncle Maori complained:

"Why does this name sound so strange?"

"It doesn't always feel like a personal name."

"Sure enough, the person who sent this strange invitation letter is not a normal person."

...

"Vermouth?"

Hearing the name, Dr. Ari thought for a while, and then replied:

"Um, sorry."

"I have never heard of this name."

"Which guy is it from?"

After reading it twice, Xiaolan said uncertainly:

"It seems to be sent by a foreigner."

"Because the signature on the invitation letter is in English."

"Vermouth."

"Vermouth?"

Hearing this name, Uncle Maori complained:

"Why does this name sound so strange?"

"It doesn't always feel like a personal name."

"Sure enough, the person who sent this strange invitation letter is not a normal person."

...

"Vermouth?"

Hearing the name, Dr. Ari thought for a while, and then replied:

"Um, sorry."

"I have never heard of this name."