Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

And what is Yin Jiu doing in the ward at this moment?

“This video is well recorded, hahahahahaha!”

"Mouri Kogoro's face turned green! And Suzuki Sonoko, oh, that limp walking posture...hahahaha."

Yin Jiu commented on the video clips sent by Zhunerik one by one, laughing at them unscrupulously.

The screen suddenly interrupted and switched to the call interface of Gin's phone number.

"Ha... cough cough cough cough." Yin Jiu choked on his own saliva. The peripheral researchers nearby who had good eyesight immediately gathered around him and patted his back to help him breathe.

"Hey, eh? Why are you here? Vodka? Where's my guardian~"

Yin Jiu was slapped several times before he recovered. His eyes were extremely beautiful to begin with, and the color was like the finest wine.

Now, because of the wetness at the corners of his eyes from coughing, the wine seemed to have lost some kind of shackles, overflowing with every blink of his eyes, intoxicating his heart.

This is a breathtaking beauty.

Vodka was instantly captured by Yin Jiu's eyes and was instinctively attracted to him.

After a long while, a "black hand" stretched out from the side and slapped the vodka out of the camera.

"Grudge!"

Gin had a cold face. He saw the little boy holding his breath with a strand of hair standing on his head because he saw him in the picture. The corner of his mouth raised an imperceptible arc, "Is it comfortable lying down?"

"Hey, Mr. Guardian, you're not busy?"

Gin's face suddenly appeared in the camera. The researchers who were pinching Yin Jiu's shoulders or rubbing his legs suddenly felt their anuses tighten and they scattered like birds and beasts. The entire conversation interface became empty.

Yin Jiu strategically straightened up and began to argue, "Of course I have to lie down, after all, I am playing the role of a wounded person! But Mr. Guardian, you called me so late at night, are you asking your poor wounded adopted son to complete some task again? You are not so cruel, are you? No way, no way?"

This kind of mission during a 'special period' must not be accepted. The original body's many years of experience told Yin Jiu that if he dared to accept a mission during the 'hospitalization period', then the so-called mission would definitely not let him go out and have fun, but would indefinitely extend his confinement time.

“…” Has the little brat learned to use provocation?

Gin was silent for a moment. He was indeed preparing to issue the task, but since Yin Jiu said so...

Gin's lips curled up into a sly smile, "After hearing that you were 'injured', that person specially prepared a gift for you."

"?"Gift?

Yin Jiu blinked. This was an unexpected answer. "Where is it? What is it?"

"The details have been sent to your email. If you don't want to receive it, you don't have to click on the attachment." Gin simply summarized it and hung up the phone without further explanation.

"Brother, do you think Glenfiddich will accept this task? Didn't that gentleman ask you to..." Please coax Glenfiddich well and don't bully the child too much?

Vodka looked at his elder brother in astonishment. If Glenfiddich found out that the attachment contained the task, how angry would he be?

"He clicked on the attachment to receive it, so he voluntarily accepted the 'gift' from that person, didn't he?" Gin laughed. "Anyway, I have already conveyed the situation to him, so I don't care about other things."

-

The other end.

"Kurosawa Jin, you $&@!"

Yin Jiu, who had successfully stepped into the 'trap', was now holding his head, looking at the contents of the attachment with a constipated look on his face.

What serious person would use tasks as gifts?

He was most likely deceived by Gin, but this kind of mission had most likely been approved by that person. If he went to complain now, at most he would get a few meaningless words of consolation. The mission still had to be completed on the same day.

Glenfiddich made a note of this account. It would be best if he didn't get his hands on the gin, otherwise...

Yin Jiu gritted his teeth, obviously in a bad mood. The researchers next to him were also hesitant and did not dare to step forward.

"Come here, we have another task that requires collaboration."

-

Yin Jiu and the researchers were discussing countermeasures in the emergency room, but Dr. Agasa outside was on pins and needles.

He was actually concerned about Conan and Ai in his heart, but compared to the two children who were accompanied by the Maori family, Yin Jiu seemed lonely.

If he leaves too, Xiaojiu might end up with Chris Wynyard left alone.

Dr. Agasa didn't dare to entrust Yin Jiu completely, for fear that if some documents like surgical consent forms were sent out in the middle of the process, this woman would deliberately delay time or choose to give up treatment, then Yin Jiu would be really finished.

Dr. Agasa was shaking and sweating, and just when he thought he was about to give up, the door of the emergency room opened.

"Doctor, what's wrong?" Vermouth had already received the message from Gin. She was sure that Yin Jiu was alive and well and was probably still cursing secretly inside, and her mood immediately relaxed.

"The situation is not optimistic."

The researcher who played the doctor had a wooden face. He directed his colleagues behind him to push Yin Jiu out while explaining to Vermouth and Dr. Agasa.

"This child's original mental condition must have been bad, right? Did you know that he has self-harming behavior at home?"

"Huh?" Dr. Agasa's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously looked at Yin Jiu. Although Conan and Haibara Ai had both hinted that Xiao Jiu's situation was extremely bleak, the positive-minded old man still held on to some hope.

Xiaojiu usually seems to be very stable emotionally, how did it come to this?

"So what is your relationship with the patient? If you are family members, you don't care about the child at all." The researcher continued with a stern face, and spoke sternly, making the situation as serious as possible. "Anyway, because of the patient's previous self-mutilation and bloodletting, and the patient's weak desire to survive, we can only keep him in the intensive care unit for observation."

"Then...how long will it take for Xiaojiu to wake up?" From the moment Chris Wynyard heard Yin Jiu's words about 'self-harm', tears in her eyes flowed like a floodgate, and her voice was trembling when she asked about Yin Jiu's condition, as if she really cared about him.

"It's hard to say, but you'd better be prepared." The researcher actually didn't know the true identities and code names of the members of each organization. Seeing that Vermouth was crying sadly, he took a second look at her.

Emm... Looks a little familiar.

Looks like Chrissie Wynyard in the entertainment industry?

So that’s Glenfiddich’s colleague outside the circle?

I guess the other party is not a member of the organization.

Not afraid of offending!

The researcher made a prediction in his heart and immediately adopted a businesslike attitude, "For a normal person to develop from mild depression to self-harm and suicide, it requires constant stimulation from external factors, and this stimulation process is likely to cause other mental illnesses."

"Your situation this time is too dangerous, and you dealt a heavy blow to the other party when he was mentally weak, so be prepared. Even if the person wakes up, there is a high probability that he will be sent to the psychiatric department for further treatment."

Huh? Doesn't that mean Yin Jiu might be driven crazy? !

Dr. Agasa was stunned and stood there.

But he subconsciously looked at Vermouth again.

This woman's acting skills were superb. One couldn't tell what the other party was thinking from the surface, but the impartial tone of the doctors at least showed that the two groups had not colluded with each other in advance.

It was good news that the organization had not infiltrated the White-Clad team, but Dr. Agasa was still disappointed.

-

"What? Transfer Yin Jiu to the psychiatric department?" Conan originally thought that Yin Jiu's coma this time was at most a relapse of an old illness, and he would be able to fully recover after a few days of hospitalization.

Unexpectedly, he was pushed directly to the psychiatric department. "Why not to the psychotherapy department?"

Although the situation is critical this time, Yin Jiu is not an eyewitness, so he should not be sent to a psychiatric department.

Even he and Haibara were only recommended to go to the psychological department for observation to prevent them from developing post-traumatic stress disorder.

"There's nothing we can do. The injury on Yin Jiu's wrist has been discovered, and Chris Wynyard has been following him. I can't make the decision for Yin Jiu directly." Dr. Agasa sighed. He was really useless. He couldn't help at all if he stayed.

"Indeed, Doctor, you have done your best." This hospital might have been infiltrated by the organization a long time ago. Even if Vermouth was not there, Dr. Agasa's words would not have any effect.

Huiyuan Ai also sighed, "Fortunately, the Department of Psychiatry and the Department of Psychiatry are on the same floor. Edogawa and I are both in the hospital and can take care of Yin Jiu."