Chapter 265

She accelerated, dashed over, and vaulted through the window, then turned and fired several shots in succession.

The decorations above the hanging window were blasted to shreds, falling down to block the window frame and obstructing Akai Akai Shuichi's path.

Only then did Vermouth clutch her right abdomen and stagger toward the floor below.

She followed the staircase around a few bends, but to her surprise, the sound of footsteps came from below again.

Vermouth froze.

No, judging by the footsteps, it wasn't Akai Akai Shuichi, but someone else.

She leveled her gun and walked down.

Turning the corner, Vermouth was astonished to see a familiar face.

Handsome and dashing, carrying a strange kind of charm.

This is... that Onmyoji named Akaso Kaze?

Vermouth's face darkened, and she aimed her gun at Akaso Kaze.

With her other hand, she slowly pulled a silencer from her pocket.

"To think I've reached this point. If you want to hate someone, hate the heavens for arranging such a tragic end for you."

Vermouth said this while attaching the silencer.

She had lost too much blood, and her body felt weak, forcing her to lean against the iron railing nearby.

She hadn't expected the railing to be long since rotted; it snapped the moment she leaned on it.

Vermouth's mind went blank for a moment; she plummeted downward, and the silencer in her hand was lost.

Suddenly, her body stopped.

It just hung there, suspended in mid-air.

Then, she slowly rose, as if something were cradling her.

A large hand reached out and pulled Vermouth into an embrace.

"You, let me go..."

Vermouth raised her pistol in a panic, but Akaso Kaze easily snatched it away.

"I am the angel who has come to save you; how could you fire at me?"

Akaso Kaze revealed a bright, hearty smile.

In Vermouth's eyes, the entire night sky seemed to light up.

She suddenly widened her eyes in terror.

Akai Akai Shuichi appeared at the top of the stairwell.

Looking at the two of them huddled together, he revealed a cold smile.

"I knew it. Following the organization's usual practices, how could there not be someone here to meet you?"

He raised his gun, aimed at their overlapping silhouettes, and pulled the trigger with force.

Bang.

The bullet flew from the muzzle, pierced through the darkness, and then inexplicably reversed, opening a bloody hole in his right shoulder.

Akai Akai Shuichi couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

The pistol fell to the ground with a clatter.

"This is the punishment for offending me!"

A voice boomed in the night sky, and a pitch-black muzzle pointed toward him.

Akai Akai Shuichi endured the sharp pain, rolled over, and fled into the building.

"You, who exactly are you?"

"How did you do that just now?"

Vermouth's face was filled with disbelief.

"Me? You should have known long ago, Sharon Vineyard... or Vermouth."

The woman's expression changed instantly.

Akaso Kaze wore a faint smile as he tore off the woman's disguise, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

Hmm, it really was exactly the same as the woman he had pierced through.

Unlike the one he saw in the theater, the current Sharon Vineyard was exactly the same as the woman he had locked in the room—young and bewitching.

Vermouth looked at Akaso Kaze in fear.

Who exactly was this man?

How could he know her identity?

In front of him, Vermouth felt as if she were a peeled orange.

Akaso Kaze looked down at the woman's abdomen, where blood was streaming out.

"Better wrap things up and leave quickly; your wound is quite serious."

Akaso Kaze reached out and grabbed; Akai Akai Shuichi's gun flew down on its own.

He opened a space gate and arrived in an empty room inside the building.

The real Silver-Haired Serial Killer was drugged and lying on the floor.

Akaso Kaze first used Akai Akai Shuichi's gun to open a hole in his abdomen, then placed Vermouth's pistol into his hand.

Under Vermouth's stunned gaze, the Silver-Haired Serial Killer opened his eyes, then picked up the gun and strode out.

It was merely a trivial puppet technique, not worth mentioning.

Not long after, a gunshot rang out at the street corner.

"The Silver-Haired Serial Killer committed suicide in front of everyone; it's really quite eerie, isn't it?"

Akaso Kaze said with a smile.

His words made Vermouth shudder involuntarily.

"So, Ms. Sharon, where is your residence?"

Vermouth gritted her teeth; although they were chattering, she insisted on remaining silent.

The corners of Akaso Kaze's mouth curled up.

He cast magic and flew into the night sky.

He released a magical creature; the Fog Tengu cheered in the rainy night.

In just a moment, it grew to a massive size.

Akaso Kaze felt Vermouth in his arms go limp with fright.

He smiled slightly and landed on the Fog Tengu.

The magical creature spread its enormous wings and flew in the direction guided by the divination magic.

Vermouth was on the verge of a breakdown.

Is this even human?

Making people and pistols fly around without even touching them.

Bullets turn around when they touch him.

A fainted person walks out to commit suicide under his control.

The least "Conan-science" thing is this monster sitting underneath.

It actually spans a hundred meters in circumference.

Did I transmigrate into a magic world?

Vermouth's expression was somewhat dazed.

She had fantasized about angels when she was a child.

But she had never imagined that one day she would truly encounter a god-like existence.

Vermouth was brought back to her most secret residence in this bewildered state.

"Yo, the medical equipment and medicine are quite complete."

Akaso Kaze laughed.

It seems the woman had long been prepared for the current situation.

He first gave Vermouth an anesthetic injection, then used a hand of thought to extract the bullet, and finally applied some anti-inflammatory medicine.

The woman soon fell into a deep sleep.