The reason for Belmode's panic is that the information she gives is contradictory.

First of all, Karasawa mentioned that he knocked on the window, so Belmode had to move out the more convincing argument that "Kiel was an undercover agent", so that Gin in front of him could dispel his suspicions about this obvious anomaly.

If the whole incident was a combination of undercover agents and the FBI, then it is not impossible for Porsche to be found by the police.

If the conversation had stopped there, perhaps Belmode's explanation had been enough to get the hang of it. Thanks to Gin's suspicious character, Belmode had to mention another existence closely related to Kiel, Pulque, in order to explain.

This is a code name that has never been in the original plot.

Belmode says that Pulque is under the direct orders of the boss, so how can Kiel, who is under his close watch, be undercover?

Even if Belmode is telling the truth, this fact is clearly questioning the true thoughts of Pulque—and even the boss himself. Together, it's hard not to feel the sense of sowing discord.

Not to mention that in front of her was Gin.

Belmode had been distracted to the point where he didn't even notice it, and his contradictory words could only tell the question.

Behind the facts she stated, there was something that needed to be hidden.

Obviously, she only needed to add one more sentence, which was enough to make her lose her armor, but the badge rang at this time.

Hiroshi Karasawa: "......"

Don't come when it's time to come!

A back kitchen, a Kiel and a group of FBIs, all three parties working together, can't they hold a gin?

What a waste of these people!

But in the current conversation, Gin is gaining the upper hand, and suddenly stopping his hand is even more inconsistent with his suspicious style of acting, Tang Zeyu's fingertips are stiff, and he feels a little dilemma for a while.

Besides, this is the best time to take advantage of the victory, and if you miss this time, you will be discovered by Gin in the future, and there will be no more such opportunities.

Under the dim and blurred halo, the two people facing each other had completely different thoughts in their hearts.

Tang Zeyu gritted his teeth.

…… Run?

Or do you want to bet again?

Belmode opened his mouth slightly, and Tang Zeyu's heart was crossed at this moment, and a deep voice came out: "Maori Detective Agency." ”

Belmode's face was shocked, and Tang Zeyu also counted silently in his heart at the same time.

Three more seconds.

If she doesn't know each other again, he'll really have to slip away.

*

Around the corner of the bar, the shadow cast by the wine cabinet is like a veil, gently dividing the backstage inside and out into two worlds.

A vague voice came: "...... Remember to remind Pulque. He hadn't been there for a while, and Rum had been staring at him. ”

Gin's footsteps paused.

Belmode? Why is she here?

The light at the bar spreads across the floor, separating light from dark. He was away from that halo

There is only one step left, and it is clear that you are about to step out of this hidden shadow.

At this moment, Tang Zeyu glanced behind him quietly. ...

The black coat quietly retreated into the shadows, and he didn't see it.

- Thankfully, Gin hasn't returned.

The big stone in his heart fell to the ground suddenly, Tang Zeyu took a step back, and finally sneered coldly.

"Sell you face."

As soon as he leaves, Belmode, in order to protect Conan, will not take the initiative to mention tonight's incident to Gin, and his disguise will be punctured, and naturally it will happen as late as possible.

The windfall of staying longer is the last thing Belmode confides in, the connection between Pulque and gin.

No wonder she panicked like that after being provoked, she combed through such a chain of relationships and poured dirty water on Kiel, isn't it equivalent to questioning Gin's loyalty to the organization in front of Gin himself?

But now is not the time to think deeply, the bottom of the goblet touched the counter slightly, and Tang Zeyu put the half-drunk wine glass on the table, pretending to leave slowly.

Conan had already slipped to the door of the bar by another path, and Yuto Karasawa took the door behind him in a human, and the cold and unpredictable expression on his face immediately collapsed, he bent down and scooped up Conan, and immediately said: "Run!" ”

*

The wooden door of the bar opens and closes, and the wind chimes ring. The back of the long silver hair disappeared behind the closed door, and Belmode leaned back against the bar, finally breathing a long sigh of relief.

The lingering palpitations in her heart still did not dissipate, and when she touched her arm, the tiny cold hairs stood up. At this moment, even the dim ceiling light was full of the oppression of being locked, and she didn't want to stay in this area any longer, so she picked up her handbag and hurried to the back door.

Turning the corner, the smoke curling up came into view, and the smoke between gin's index finger and middle finger was already half burned, and I don't know how long I had been waiting there!

Belmode's pupils shrank, and without hesitation, he raised his gun and asked, "Gin has long since quit smoking, who are you?!" ”

Gin was unmoved by the cigarette, and his green eyes glanced indifferently under the black hat, and Belmode stiffened.

“…… You're Gin. She muttered, "Who was the person who left just now?" ”

Gin didn't answer the obvious question, his face wasn't actually that cold, and on closer inspection, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was almost a little leisurely. He ignored Belmode's muzzle and walked straight past her to the bar.

The high-heeled clatter followed, and Belmode continued: "How could you allow someone else to pretend to be you-"

Gin extinguished the smoke on the bar, and his slender fingers picked up the unfinished drink.

That's when the woman's train of thought turned around: "Pulque! - Why is it him again? ”

"There is no next time." Gin finally opened his mouth with a word of gold.

"It's not him," he said lightly, "there's no one to help you clean up your exposed fox tail." ”

Belmode's expression stiffened, a rare time for the mystic to be deflated. Gin snorted and drank the remaining cocktail.

In the dim light, the goblet turned around and reflected, leaving only an overlapping water stain on the rim of the cup.

TBC.