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"Are you ready to see Boss-sama?" Vinsanto said in a sing-song voice, "he wants to play chess with you!" 
                          
Conan winced at her behaviour. The girl was indoctrinated beyond measure. He nodded, he needed answers from the Boss. 
                          
"Good boy!" she chirped with a wink, "you're so cute that I could kiss you again! But I won't, only one kiss allowed from Vinsanto-chan and you've already reached that quota." He frowned at that comment. She was the one that forced a kiss on him when he got caught. 
                          
Such a crazy bitch - he thought with wrath.  
                          
She skipped joyfully along the hallway, each step with an added spring to make her pink-dyed hair fly like the wind. Conan could smell a faint cherry scent shampoo that she used, invading his senses that covered up the stench of grim within the compound. 
                          
Having a conversation with the girl was the last thing he would want, but perhaps she was a blabbermouth and had a strange attachment to the Boss, so he had to ask, "Vinsanto, how old is the Boss exactly?"
                          
She stopped in her tracks and turned to him. 
                          
She pouted, "why, that is not a nice to thing to ask! But no one really knows actually. Does it matter? He looks handsome in his youth form, that I'm not complaining! But you know...I am curious. He does tell me stories about himself - like how he used to be a detective, worked for the organisation as "Whisky" and his birth!" 
                          
"Birth-?" 
                          
"He was part of this eugenics experiment, where they marry off couples with similar traits. He had a twin brother that had blue eyes. They were puzzled why he had green, given that their parents both had blue eyes. I don't know what they did to him or his brother - he never got to that part of the story. I do wish he tells me about it," she explained. 
                          
"Funny, I remember clearly that he had mentioned to Vermouth that it was a twin sister, not a brother who had blue eyes," a voice spoke up. 
                          
"And he had ended up killing her," he added. 
                          
It was the voice Conan disliked the most. 
                          
"Gin-"
                          
He was ready to lurch onto the man again if it wasn't for the handcuffs. 
                          
Gin went on, ignoring the growl that escaped in Conan's throat, "that guy's a goddamned liar. He likes to entertain people with different yet similar stories of his past. I bet he's amused at the fact that people are thinking which is the truth. Some have to be true of course, because it does corroborate with what we've seen and heard. Like how he'd work as 'Whisky' in this organisation before stabbing Anokota in the back or that he saved Vermouth by donating his blood to her - I never saw him work here, but that can be confirmed by Vermouth. Or that he claimed to have a daughter with a lover that fled - that too, can be seen by the fact that he has a grandson. There were other dubious ones. Like Chianti told me once, that he said that he had met a Japanese girl that clung to him like a love-sick puppy. That couldn't be true unless that occurred before or after that whole Berlin wall incidence."  
                          
[A/N: Remember that chapter when Ayumi talked about her grandmother and a blonde boy with green eyes her grandmother liked? Kukuku...] 
                          
"Oh don't be such a party pooper, of course, stories have different versions! Why give the answer right away when you can have more fun seeing people deduce them? Honestly, I don't get why you hate him so much, it was not as if he's inherently evil. He rescued me once, you know. I was a child, my parents were shot and my house was lit on fire. I thought I was a goner. But he came like an angel from the skies and picked me up. I owed him my life till this very day," Vinsanto babbled excitedly.