Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

It is normal for Haibara Ai to have such speculation, and Amuro Toru also has the same speculation, because the organization has a history of such speculation.

Conan was much more straightforward. Being a down-to-earth person, he also thought of what Haibara Ai was thinking. He immediately ran to the window to see the style of the flower pots downstairs.

"Damn it, it's blocked by the window screen!"

Conan turned around and tried to run downstairs again, but his collar felt tight on the back.

"You're not allowed to go anywhere!" Amuro Toru grabbed Conan.

This unfortunate thing should have stayed in the room. Maybe if everything outside was calm, it would just be an ordinary accident. But if he really just sat back and watched... Amuro Toru had a premonition that if Conan got involved, this seemingly accidental high-altitude falling object incident might soon involve other bizarre things, and then it would become a new strange case headline on tomorrow's news.

Then the fact that Yin Jiu was recuperating in this hospital might not be kept secret. Once the news spread, more people from official organizations would definitely get involved.

Toru Amuro would never allow such a thing to happen, but he was also worried about the cases outside. In case they were really targeting Yin Jiu, he had to prepare early.

So after repeatedly asking everyone to stay in the room, Toru Amuro put on a mask and lurked down quietly.

"Have you heard? It was horrible. The brains were all over the place, red and white."

"Oh, stop it, it's disgusting."

"Isn't it possible to save him? Right?"

"So why haven't the police come yet? Someone saw a flowerpot fall from the psychiatric floor."

"Psychiatric department? Could it be that the patient is acting up on purpose? What bad luck."

"Isn't it? Why can the mentally ill be exempted from responsibility? Doesn't the life of a normal person count as life? They should all be locked up."

"That's right, these dangerous people should all be sent to a specialist hospital. If they're left in Mihua Hospital, wouldn't that be harmful?"

A large number of patients' families gathered in the lobby on the first floor at this time. They witnessed the scene of the flower pot falling down with their own eyes. Everyone was still in shock, so the words they said were particularly unfriendly.

And Amuro Toru walked with his head down, through the crowd, towards the first floor door.

There was a pool of half-dried blood on the floor, and next to it, a gray flowerpot that was broken into pieces and barely had the shape of a bear's face was lying miserably on the edge of the grass.

It looks very different from Yin Jiu's flowerpot, even the style is very different.

As Toru Amuro watched, he felt relieved for some reason. It seemed that when Conan was not brought along, his and Yin Jiu's luck were still within the normal range.

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"Probably there's nothing wrong." Yin Jiu couldn't see the situation of the flowerpot downstairs while standing upstairs, but he could see Amuro Toru circling around the bloodstain twice, without looking up, and then went towards the staff again.

If you don't check the upstairs window...

Yin Jiu guessed that the flowerpot downstairs should not be similar to the one in his room, so he sat back in his seat leisurely.

"The police should be here soon. In the meantime, please stay in your rooms and don't cause any trouble."

Yin Jiu took two new paper cups to refill the children's tea. During this time, Conan quietly hid behind the sofa chair, and Yin Jiu didn't care.

It's not that he wanted to deliberately ignore Conan's secret phone call, but this matter really had nothing to do with their organization.

Otherwise, Vermouth should have informed him first, so Yin Jiu was not panicked at all, and even wanted to condone Conan's actions so that he could follow and watch the show naturally.

"When will Detective Maori arrive?"

Conan had just hung up the phone and was holding the armrest of the sofa chair when he was suddenly frightened by the noise behind him and knelt on the floor.

"He said he would be here in 30 minutes." Conan's embarrassment only lasted for half a second. Anyway, he had already experienced more embarrassing things. The little boy in the blue suit patted his clothes as if nothing had happened, stood up from the floor and went to the window again.

"By the way, Brother Yin Jiu, can you come over and help?" Conan waved at Yin Jiu.

The families of the patients downstairs had different opinions. Although no real witnesses had been found yet, the entire hospital had only eight floors, excluding the intensive care unit on the top floor where patients could hardly move.

The only floors left where a small flowerpot could hit someone on the head and cause it to bloom are the 6th and 7th floors.

As for the floors below, even if you use all your strength to aim and smash down, the most you can do is to break the skin and bruise people.

That is, apart from the Oncology Department and the Staff Training Room on the 7th floor, the most dangerous and suspicious personnel were actually on their floor, the Psychiatry and Psychotherapy Departments.

"What do you want to do?" Yin Jiu blinked and came closer.

"Help me take my phone outside and take some pictures." Conan unlocked his phone and handed it to Yin Jiu.

The windows of psychiatric wards are different from those of other wards. They are basically covered with iron bars to prevent patients from falling.

With such a high density, unless it is intentional, most heavy objects such as potted plants will not fall off immediately when touched even if they are placed very far outside.

Conan's head was blocked by the iron railings and he couldn't reach outside, so he asked for help from Yin Jiu, who had longer arms.

Pat the windowsills of the two rooms next door, maybe there will be clues.

"No problem." Yin Jiu took the phone politely. He held out his hand to take the photo, adjusting the camera position to capture as much of the scene as possible. "You suspect the mentally ill person on this floor is having an attack, so you're acting aggressively, right?"

"Yeah." Conan did not deny it. After all, judging from the height of the floors and the level of danger of the patients, the floor they were on was indeed the most suspicious.

"The victim was seriously injured. Even if a vase fell from the eighth floor, let alone the sixth floor, it would be difficult to cause such injuries."

"So, you think it was someone upstairs who deliberately used force, targeted a pedestrian, and killed him?" Yin Jiu understood Conan's thoughts, but what puzzled him was, "Then it's useless to prove that it was a mentally ill patient on this floor. After all, mentally ill people cannot be considered people with full civil capacity. Even if you can prove that the other party deliberately hurt others due to illness, the law cannot punish him."

"Indeed, this is just part of my guess." If it was really an ordinary mental patient having an attack, then the FBI agent's death would have been in vain.

But Conan found it hard to accept this result. The FBI undercover agent had just spoken for Cameron in the morning, and only four hours later in the afternoon, during lunch time, this man was brutally murdered.

Such a thing is hard to explain without some trickery, but such a reason cannot be told to Yin Jiu directly.

"But even if the criminal can't be punished, shouldn't the victim's family at least be told the truth?" Conan pondered for a few seconds and chose a relatively compromised answer. "After all, he was a security guard working at the hospital. Even if he had been aware of the accident, it would be too pitiful for him to die completely inexplicably."

"Since you attach so much importance to the truth, why do you suspect Brother Yin Jiu first when there is no evidence at all?" After hearing this, Haibara Ai finally couldn't help but retort.

She understood the logic, and she also questioned Conan's doubts.

But if we just assume that it is a problem of psychiatric patients, isn't it tantamount to admitting that psychiatric patients are a group of dangerous and aggressive people?

From the angle where Haibara Ai was standing between the two of them, she could easily observe the look of loss that flashed across Yin Jiu's face after hearing Conan's answer, and her heart was gripped with a knot.

Isn't that a disguised form of discrimination against her brother Yin Jiu?