Conan: Ran turns into an elementary school student and calls me dad.

Chapter 23: My favorite part is watching beautiful women fight.

Listening to the man's alternating cheers and frantic shouts, Judy couldn't help but sigh and rub her forehead, once again deeply questioning whether her undercover work was even meaningful.

Will Vermouth really come looking for this guy?

In fact, after it was discovered that Lin Xiuyi and Sharon Vineyard, who was impersonating Vermouth, had a close relationship, the FBI split into two factions.

One faction, led by Shuichi Akai, believes that Vermouth is merely using Shuichi to conceal her true identity.

After all, how could a top assassin from a mysterious organization possibly fall in love with an ordinary tycoon?

Furthermore, since the two had already broken up, no valuable clues could be found from Lin Xiuyi's side.

The majority of people hold this view. They are experienced detectives who have seen too many cold-blooded criminals and do not believe that so-called "feelings" can take root in the hearts of such people.

The other side believes that although Sharon, played by Vermouth, broke up with Hayashi Shuichi, her feelings for this Japanese tycoon are clearly special, and she will definitely come back to him.

Within the FBI, only Judy holds this view.

To Shuichi Akai and others, Vermouth was just a cold-blooded silver-haired killer with blood on her hands and a heart of stone.

Those so-called "tenderness" and "love" are nothing more than superb acting skills.

But Judy disagreed. Her reason for insisting was a photo of Sharon and Hideaki Lin that the FBI had found.

The two people in the photo are embracing closely, with a sun-drenched beach in the background. Sharon's smile is bright and radiant, and the laughter in her eyes is like the starlight that cannot be hidden. There is no trace of the cold-bloodedness and cruelty she showed when she was Vermouth.

Her male colleagues at the FBI all thought it was just Vermouth in disguise and not worth paying attention to.

But Judy, being a woman, always felt that Sharon in the photos was genuinely happy, and that smile couldn't lie.

For this reason, coupled with her obsession with Vermouth, Judy even went so far as to infiltrate Lin Xiuyi's inner circle as his secretary without the consent of her superior, James.

She had a strong premonition that now that Lin Xiuyi had returned to Japan, that silver-haired devil would eventually follow in his footsteps.

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"Boss, it looks like police cars are coming!"

Judy suddenly spoke up, interrupting Lin Xiuyi's complaints.

Although she seemed to be staring blankly, her professional sensitivity, honed over years as an FBI agent, immediately made her notice the commotion downstairs.

"Don't be nervous, it'll be alright."

Lin Xiu didn't even look up, still pressed against the binoculars, her eyes fixed on Xiao Lan in the classroom across the way.

"It's possible that a murder or something similar happened in this building."

"Boss, people are dead, and you're still saying nothing?" Judy was almost amused by his calmness.

"This is Japan, miss!"

Lin Xiuyi finally managed to look away from the binoculars, turned to look at her, and gave her a completely matter-of-fact expression.

"Even if there isn't that Grim Reaper elementary school student who brings death wherever he goes right now, if Ultraman occasionally appears to fight a monster, wouldn't a whole bunch of them die?"

What is all this...?

Judy was speechless and even wanted to call her FBI superior to apologize.

Could this unreliable man really be the one Vermouth longs for?

That silver-haired witch's taste shouldn't be that bad, right?

Just as Judy was staring at the ceiling, silently questioning her existence, there was a sudden knock on the apartment door.

As the secretary, Judy immediately and conscientiously went to open the door.

A man and a woman stood outside the door. Looking at their neat uniforms and sharp demeanor, Judy immediately had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the woman in the lead took out an ID card with a cherry blossom symbol and handed it to Judy.

"Hello, we are detectives from the First Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department. We received a report from a citizen and came to check the situation. Please cooperate."

The Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigative Division? Isn't that the police department in Japan responsible for serious crimes?

Why would they suddenly come to our door? Has our identity been exposed?

"Excuse me, what exactly do you need?"

Judy stood silently in the doorway, her mind racing through various possible solutions.

"Here's the thing, someone reported that a pervert is using binoculars to spy on elementary school students in this room!"

As the policewoman spoke, her sharp gaze swept over Judy's shoulder and peered into the room.

The next second, her gaze precisely locked onto the figure by the living room window, who was holding binoculars and intently staring at the school across the street.

"This is the guy!"

Before she could finish speaking, the policewoman tried to force her way past Judy and rush into the room to arrest the person.

Seeing this, Judy instinctively reached out to stop her.

As an FBI agent, she instinctively didn't want Lin Xiuyi to be taken away by the police, otherwise, if anything were to be implicated, it could disrupt her undercover plans.

But her perfectly normal act of obstruction was seen by the policewoman as irrefutable evidence of protecting a lewd suspect.

The policewoman's eyes instantly turned sharp. Without saying a word, she reached out and grabbed Judy's arm, which was blocking her way. With a flick of her wrist, she tried to subdue her using judo techniques!

Judy is no pushover either; as an elite FBI agent, she is naturally skilled in combat techniques.

Feeling the force on her arm, she jerked her wrist away and quickly took a half step back to avoid the policewoman's grab. She then turned and grabbed the policewoman's arm.

And so, a Japanese female detective with short, neat hair and a blonde, blue-eyed American female agent began to fight at the door of the apartment room.

The two fought swiftly and fiercely, and for a time they were evenly matched.

Because they were blocking the narrow doorway, the male police officer outside couldn't squeeze in to help and could only sweat profusely with anxiety.

"Officer Sato, please stop hitting him!"

"Why did you stop fighting?"

A slightly mocking voice suddenly rang in the male police officer's ear.

He looked up and saw that the person speaking was the suspect who had been spying on the elementary school students across the street with binoculars!

This guy had somehow gotten to the door, holding a cell phone with the camera pointed directly at the two women wrestling at the door, a smirk on his face that suggested he was enjoying the show.

"Two such beautiful and elegant women fighting, wouldn't it be a shame to stop them now!"

As the man spoke, he unceremoniously pressed the shutter button on his phone.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of the camera shutter finally brought the two women, who had been fighting fiercely, back to their senses.

They exchanged a glance, stopped what they were doing, and glared breathlessly at the culprit holding the phone...