Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Of course, he also hoped that Brother Xianhe would recover his memory, but he didn't want to make the other party suffer as much as he did just now.

This was the first time he saw Yun Xianhe with such an uncomfortable expression since they met.

Except for the deliberately exaggerated expression when he was playing tricks, in the past, no matter what kind of injury he suffered, the other party always looked indifferent and was even in the mood to joke with him.

But this time...

Conan remembered what Haibara Ai had said before.

Because he forgot, he couldn't control himself from pretending, and all his emotions were naturally visible.

Thinking of this, Conan turned his head and took a look at the scene in the ward.

So, when you are injured normally, do you feel the same pain?

Because of Yun Xianhe's sudden illness, this night barbecue on the beach came to a halt.

Since Yun Xianhe had once sneaked out by himself in the middle of the night, this time everyone arranged to look after him around the clock.

12 midnight.

In the dim hospital corridor, a man in a white coat and a mask walked quickly.

The crisp sound of leather shoes hitting the marble floor made me feel inexplicably uneasy.

When he reached the office door, he stopped and looked up at the surveillance camera at the end of the corridor.

The camera that was supposed to be working was off at this moment.

"Move quickly."

In the headset were ruthless orders from my accomplice.

The man in the white coat responded, pushed open the office door with his rubber-gloved hands, and searched the desks inside one by one.

Stacks of medical record folders are neatly arranged on the desktop bookshelf.

Murashita, Yamao, Kitajima...

Among a large number of names, "Yun Xian He" and "Yun Xian He" stand out.

The man reached out and pulled out the medical record folder. While flipping through it, he took a picture of the contents with his mobile phone.

Then he put the medical record folder back to its place.

After making sure that he had not left any evidence, he strode out of the office.

The camera in the corridor flickered for a moment, and then started working again after the other party completely disappeared in the corridor.

at the same time,

The same thing happened in Beihua Town, in the hospital where Yun Xianhe had once been treated.

3 o'clock in the morning,

A stronghold of the Black Organization.

The intelligence team that obtained all the Yun Xianhe cases sorted them out and gave the most concise summary.

"Amnesia?"

Sitting at the bar, Kiel looked at the top piece of information and felt a little bit unbelievable.

Chianti on the side flicked the photo of Yun Xianhe on the page of information with his fingers, whistled, and said meaningfully:

"A cute boy."

Such a beautiful person must be beautiful even when she dies.

Cohen, who was also reading the information, understood what the other party meant without Chianti saying anything.

Toru Amuro sat on the other side of the bar, looking down at the documents he had placed on the table.

Condensation water flowed down the wall of the bourbon whiskey glass and hit the three words "Yun Xianhe".

The sudden "ink spot" brought Toru Amuro back to his senses.

It also brought back some not-so-good memories.

He put down the wine glass in his hand and turned to look at Curacao:

"What does that lord mean?"

Curacao, who was drinking, snorted and laughed when he heard this:

"What do you mean? The best chance is to either recruit him or kill him."

If you don't get it, destroy it.

Kill him while he's sick.

This person is in such a bad physical condition right now, and he also has amnesia.

If you can recruit him, that would be the best. If not, wouldn't it be easy to arrange some "accidental death" or something like that?

Thinking about it, Curacao glanced at Amuro Toru:

"Bourbon, you're not going to be friends with that guy and develop a relationship with him, are you?"

"I advise you to take back your words, Curacao. It is not your turn to give orders here."

Gin's gang is not here, so they are the only codename members of the organization right now.

According to the boss's suspicious nature.

Among those who are left, Bourbon is the one most likely to be entrusted with trust and important tasks.

Even if it's a little bit again, it's Kiel.

Although Chianti and Cohen were not good at being the leaders of a mission, Gin's men were more popular with the adult than Curacao, who was once Rum's direct subordinate.

Therefore, it is really not Curacao’s turn to speak here.

Curacao's expression turned ugly for a moment after he was humiliated.

Since she, Rum's subordinate, was transferred here, she has been at odds with these people who were brought up by Gin.

Maybe it's because of the competition for the job, so they are so jealous of each other?

Seeing that Curacao didn't say anything, Toru Amuro didn't continue to ask him, but just continued to look at the information in his hand:

"Who's going this time?"

"What the adults mean is, kidnap first, and if that doesn't work, kill."

"Kidnap? Do you think there's a chance?"

Amuro Toru dusted off the documents in his hand and turned to look at Curacao:

"There are many people protecting this person. Also, do you think that as the heir to a big family in that country, he would have bodyguards behind him? If I'm not mistaken, the people you sent to Curacao in the past two days have failed, right?"

Curacao's face became even uglier when he heard this.

It was indeed a failure.

Those people were so skilled that they initially thought that Yun Xianhe had some relationship with the man in black robe.

But the man who knocked them out was wearing a white shirt and black suit, the kind of thing that ordinary bodyguards wear.

Moreover, he is rarely seen on ordinary days, appearing and disappearing mysteriously... just like the secret guards who protect the head of the family in ancient oriental legends.

Because Ireland was captured, the winery did not receive the news that Yun Xianhe was in cahoots with the man in black robe.

After Curacao reported the two failed attempts, the winery now concedes that Yun Xianhe must have bodyguards arranged by his family.

And he is a bodyguard with very high professional qualities.

In this wave, 09's adaptability has hidden his merits and fame.

Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes.

Curacao snorted coldly, leaned back on the sofa, and said with a gloating look:

"It seems you don't know yet, Bourbon."

"what do you know?"

"Gin will be back soon."

Hearing this, Amuro Toru's heart subconsciously tightened.

But there was no expression on his face. He just looked at Curacao quietly, as if asking:

What does that have to do with me?

Kiel next to him seemed a little surprised:

"Come back? How did they escape from there?"

You know, sending so many planes before was useless.

Could it be possible that... he really swam back from the sea?

Curacao shrugged and said indifferently:

"I don't know about that. I just told you this news because I wanted to tell you guys that if you want to replace Gin, now is the best time. Those two will be back in two weeks at the latest."

It's a bit of a provocation.

Chianti, who was watching the fun, looked up and down at Curacao and said with interest:

"That gentleman said that the last time we killed Ireland, the black-robed man was able to arrive so quickly, most likely because there was a rat in the organization. Could it be... that man is you, Curacao?"

Click,

Cohen, who was standing next to her, swiftly pulled the safety bolt of the sniper rifle and pointed the muzzle at Curacao's head.

Chianti put the information in his hand into his pocket, crossed his arms over his chest and raised his chin towards Curacao:

"Admit it? It's you, right?"

"Chianti, you should go check your brain."