Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"Okay, Conan, so do you want to room with me tonight?"

After Mao Lilan left, Yin Jiu kindly leaned over and approached Conan to remind him, "It's better not to make up for your sleep now. If you stay up too long, you might feel sleepy at night."

Deliberately keeping Conan awake was also a strategy of Yin Jiu. After all, the little experimental subject now knew that there was a large group of "uninvited guests" hiding in the hospital, so it was naturally not easy to make the other party sleep soundly.

Deliberately preventing Conan from sleeping during the day can effectively solve this problem. Even if Conan, who is extremely tired, falls into a deep sleep, he will not suspect that he has been given sleeping pills.

"Yin Jiu is right. If you fall asleep now, you will definitely suffer from insomnia at night. Then your sister Lan might blame the problem on brother Yin Jiu's poor care." Huihara Ai crossed her arms over her chest.

"Sister Xiaolan is not that kind of person!" Conan pulled his head out of the pillow, "And I can take care of myself. I'm not as fragile as you say."

"Hehe, I don't know who said he was fine, but ended up falling flat on his heels." Of course, Haibara Ai knew that Mouri Ran was not like this, but at this time, the words she said should be as irritating as possible.

As expected, Conan was no longer sleepy and sat up from the bed with a rather depressed look. Then he saw the 'brother and sister' in front of him looking at each other, with satisfied expressions on both their faces.

Conan: "..." Who was he so anxious about last night?

The three people's chat did not last long before they were separated. This was because Yin Jiu belonged to the psychiatric department. Although it was close to the psychotherapy department where Conan and Haibara Ai were, they belonged to different cafeterias.

"Aren't you and Yin Jiu in a single room? Why aren't the meals delivered to your door?" Conan followed the head nurse who was leading the team and turned around to look at Huibara Ai.

Conan was not surprised that the cafeterias of the psychotherapy department and the psychiatry department were separated. The main reason was that the patients in the psychiatric department might commit self-harm or hurt others at any time, so they needed someone to watch over them.

However, Yin Jiu and Hui Yuan both live in high-end VIP wards, and there should be door-to-door meal delivery services. Why should they follow him to the noisy public cafeteria?

"Of course, it's to make you feel less isolated." Huiyuan Ai said half-jokingly, and immediately received a stunned and confused expression from the detective in front of her. Finally, she couldn't help but let out a nasty smile, "Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"Hey, hey! Are you guys teasing me on purpose?" Return his feelings to me!

Conan's mouth twitched.

Haibara Ai took a set of tableware and went to the corner. Of course, she didn't just come to accompany Conan to have lunch, but to help the action team infer the FBI's undercover situation by recording the faces of the people in the cafeteria.

Although the most important people are definitely hiding in Judy's room, it doesn't necessarily mean that there are no FBI minions mixed in the cafeteria and among the staff.

Sherry walked around the crowd with a micro camera button and came to the last seat. She turned back and pretended to be waiting for Conan, but in fact she took pictures of the faces of everyone in the cafeteria.

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On the other side, Yin Jiu, with the same purpose, also took a video, sat in the corner, and took out a spoon from the drawer of the dining table.

The cafeteria of the psychiatric department is different from that of the psychotherapy department in that it lacks sharp objects such as chopsticks. Even the spoons have been replaced with thicker and smoother wooden spoons to avoid hurting people as much as possible.

It seems that the FBI is not focusing on him.

Yin Jiu sighed in boredom. The absence of familiar faces in the cafeteria reduced his appetite a lot. The boy poked the cherry tomatoes with a wooden spoon without interest.

"Hello, is anyone here? Can I sit here?"

A familiar honest voice came from above his head, and Yin Jiu raised his head slightly:... Cameron?

"No one's here, please sit down." Yin Jiu's mood improved a little. He stopped poking the cherry tomatoes and began to eat seriously, taking small bites at a time.

Well, at least there is one, and that is this 'old acquaintance' who is really tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away.

Yin Jiu ate a small tomato one bite at a time, imagining the taste of the bloody rice eaten by the strong man in front of him, and took some ketchup from the side and squeezed it on the rice.

Delicious, it would be even better with sweet chili sauce.

Yin Jiu closed his eyes and chewed slowly.

Cameron, who had been sitting opposite, suddenly felt a chill spreading from the soles of his feet for no reason.

Why is it so cold?

Cameron looked around suspiciously, but found nothing unusual. He then turned his gaze to the boy in front of him who was chewing food with his eyes closed.

"Um... you have a sweet tooth?"

This combination seems a bit strange. Is it the Chinese way of eating? Or is it a new type of cuisine that is a mixture of Chinese and English?

Yin Jiu didn't say much from beginning to end. If Cameron wanted to get close to Yin Jiu in the future, he would have to bring up topics and build a good relationship with the other party.

"Hmm." Yin Jiu didn't even open his eyes, and took another mouthful of rice, chewing it.

Cameron continued: "This looks like the British way of eating? Are you British?"

"Hmm." Chew chew chew.

Cameron: "So you've just been admitted to the Rice Flower Hospital? I see you look unfamiliar."

"Hmm." Chew chew chew.

"Um... do you think the air conditioning here is a bit cold?"

Seeing that the topic was about to end again, Cameron finally became a little anxious. Then, feeling the increasingly gloomy atmosphere around him, he rubbed his arms and finally came up with a clever idea and asked what he thought was the most down-to-earth question.

This is a question that people can easily empathize with. It’s impossible for Yin Jiu to just ignore him, right?

Yin Jiu did stop chewing, and then he slowly raised his head and looked at Cameron with an inexplicable look that was hard to understand. "The air conditioner in the cafeteria has been broken for two days. Someone came to repair it this afternoon. There was a note on the door."

Cameron: “?”

"It's 36 degrees now, and you can see most people are sweating profusely... Oh, forget it, why would I argue with a psychopath like you?" Yin Jiu shook his head, and when he stood up, he patted Cameron's shoulder to encourage him, "It's okay, with active treatment, it will definitely be cured."

Cameron: “?!”

Cameron was horrified.

what?

The air conditioner is broken?

The tall and strong man stood up from his seat with a bang, knocking over the chair behind him.

Two equally strong medical staff also stood up, looked at each other, and rubbed their hands together, ready to start getting the person.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I just finished eating!" Cameron was confused for half a second, and when he saw the two people's physiques clearly, he immediately showed a flattering smile, "I'll put the chairs in place right away."

Cameron wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, picked up the chair from the ground and put it away, then started to deal with the dishes. Fortunately, such situations were not uncommon in the psychiatric department.

Until Cameron left the cafeteria, no one paid any attention to him.

"Fortunately, Yin Jiu hasn't gone far."

Cameron walked out of the cafeteria for a distance and soon saw Yin Jiu's slow figure, so he continued to follow him silently.

'Come to think of it, it's 36 degrees now?'

As Cameron followed the person, he couldn't help but take out his cell phone from his pocket to confirm.

Although they were getting farther and farther away from the cafeteria, and the ward area was equipped with central air-conditioning and a constant temperature of around 27 degrees, Cameron's body was gradually feeling warmer.

Something is wrong, so wrong.

Cameron's originally big strides gradually became cautious, and countless stories of ghosts in hospitals taking lives emerged in his mind.

Could it be that this hospital is also haunted?

Cameron's teeth were chattering. He had accepted a task from his superiors to be responsible for the security of the psychiatric inpatient department tonight. Wouldn't he be the only one there at that time?

This is unacceptable.

Cameron has begun to regret, but the leader James who was hiding behind the video caught something from Yin Jiu's words.

"Does Yin Jiu treat you as a patient?" James could actually sense that when Cameron asked the first few questions, Yin Jiu's expression was actually a bit defensive.

Until the moment Cameron suddenly asked about the "air conditioning temperature", it was like the ice and snow suddenly melted, and Yin Jiu's vigilance was visibly reduced.

"Well done. How did you suddenly think of pretending to be a patient to get closer to Yin Jiu?" James pondered, gently stroking the smooth part of his chin with his fingers, and decided to give his subordinates open encouragement first.

The question about the air conditioning being too cold was a stroke of genius. The tone and the shaking in the voice were so natural. If they hadn't known in advance that the air conditioning in the cafeteria was broken, even James would have thought that Cameron was really frozen.

So was the security guard they chose for Cameron the wrong person in the first place?

Is it true that Cameron is gifted at pretending to be a mental patient?