Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 872 Long time no see, Rum

Rome, Italy.

The shrill ring of the phone echoed in the depressing interrogation room for a long time before the man's assistant finally reached out to pick up the phone.

"Yes." The assistant put the receiver to his ear and answered briefly, then glanced sharply at Grace, as if weighing something.

After a moment, he reported in a steady tone, "Sir, her lawyer is here."

"My lawyer?" Grace was completely stunned, alarm bells ringing in her heart.

Where did she get a lawyer?!

A black BMW sedan suddenly stopped sideways in front of the police station door in an almost rough manner, side by side with a row of police cars next to it, which was very provocative.

"boom!"

The car door was kicked open, and Cava stepped out with a stern expression. Vodka followed closely behind, nervously adjusting the weapon hidden under his suit while catching up quickly.

In a dark alley that no one noticed, an inconspicuous SUV was parked quietly on the side of the road.

The car window slowly lowered a crack, and a pair of eyes as lively as a cat's were staring coldly at the backs of the group of men in black.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, outlining a sneer of contempt and disdain.

In the corridor on the second floor, Grace was escorted by two policemen, one on each side.

She appeared calm on the surface, but her heart was turbulent, and her handcuffed hands moved quietly—

The wrists were locked, but the ten flexible fingers were not bound!

She held the long-hidden paper clip between her fingers and used its tip to precisely probe the lockhole of the handcuffs.

At the other end, Kava, Vodka and others were rushing up the spiral staircase.

They passed Grace and rushed straight to the interrogation room that Grace had just left.

Grace immediately recognized the tough leader, Kava, who was wearing sunglasses, and the burly man next to him, Vodka, who looked not very smart.

——They were there during the last desperate chase at the airport!

Her nerves tensed instantly, and she subconsciously turned her head to hide her face behind the figure of the police officer beside her.

A real, cold fear instantly seized her -

She might have really stepped into an abyss that was far more dangerous than she could imagine.

Suddenly, a strange and creepy intuition came over her - she felt that the nightmare-like man Baijiu seemed to be nearby.

At the cross corner of the corridor, a middle-aged man in a well-tailored white suit and with a leisurely temperament walked through the sparse crowd as if he was taking a leisurely stroll.

The four words "carefree" seemed to be tailor-made for his current expression.

He is Rum.

"Judge Jareth," Rum said, his voice steady as he called out the name.

The middle-aged man who was walking towards the office stopped in his tracks when he heard the voice. He half-closed his eyes and looked at the completely unfamiliar face with confusion: "Excuse me... who are you?"

It feels like you are slacking off in the office and a stranger suddenly calls out your name accurately.

Your first reaction is definitely not friendly, but rather alert and nervous, wondering if you are in trouble.

"Interpol." Rum said calmly, and closed the half-open door of the office completely with a slight "click".

He seemed to be reciting a line he knew by heart: "About that woman you arrested...from Abu Dhabi."

As he spoke, he walked to the window, put his hands behind his back, and leisurely admired the scenery outside the window, letting the sunlight penetrate the gauze window and soak his face.

"I need to check everything she had on her when she was arrested."

"Then can I see your ID?" Judge Jareth remained polite, but his finger subconsciously pointed to the pile of passports spread out on the table, hinting at the rules here.

Rum seemed not to have heard the question. He walked slowly towards the judge and continued to ask: "Besides these, does she have anything else?"

"Her belongings... are all here," the judge replied cautiously, looking at Rum again. "Excuse me... what's your name?"

"She took a key with her when she left Abu Dhabi." Rum completely ignored the other party's question and continued to ask on his own. The judge in front of him was like air in his eyes.

"What are you talking about?" The judge looked confused and dazed. "We don't see any keys."

"The key has a unique shape. You might mistake it for an ordinary pendant." Rum's tone remained unhurried, without a trace of impatience, as if he was playing a cat-and-mouse game.

"And then, maybe... hang it on a necklace," he suddenly turned his head slightly, revealing a wicked smile, "and gave it to yours... Amelia."

"Amelia..." The judge repeated the name subconsciously, and his face turned pale instantly.

"Your wife." Rum's smile deepened, like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue. "The biological mother of your dear daughter, Salina."

The judge's body stiffened, his voice dry: "You...you are not Interpol."

"If I want to, I can be anything." Rum smiled calmly, straightening his body and resting his arms on the table piled with passports, forming an extremely oppressive and condescending posture. "I can be anyone. And I know everything."

"It's like..." He paused for half a second, then raised his voice, as if to pronounce a verdict, "I know this isn't the first time you've embezzled money."

"The incident with the Cartier bracelet." Rum's gaze was like an icy probe, fixed on the judge's trembling pupils, and he began to list his crimes one by one. "Although you cleverly got rid of suspicion in the end..."

"But you gave it to your mistress, Valerie."

"On August 21st, her twenty-ninth birthday."

The judge was so shocked that his expression froze and he couldn't move for a long time. His voice was filled with fear: "Who... are you?!"

"To be on the safe side," Rum looked down at him with an almost kingly arrogance, "I need to search you myself now."

The judge's inner defenses completely collapsed.

He thought he had hidden these secrets perfectly and there was no way anyone else could know them!

And now, it was said so clearly by a stranger!

He suddenly grabbed the telephone receiver on the table and shouted into the receiver, almost roaring: "Call someone over here! There's something dangerous here-"

"what!!!!!"

A shrill scream suddenly interrupted his cry for help!

There was a fierce light in Rum's eyes and his movements were as fast as lightning!

He suddenly gathered his strength, and a sharp blade appeared in his hand, shining with cold light. With amazing power and accuracy, it instantly pierced Judge Jareth's palm that was pressed on the table!

The blade dug deep into the wooden tabletop, nailing his hand to the spot!