Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"If that's the reason..." That's really too much.

Conan was silent. After listening to Yin Jiu's seemingly incoherent chat, he had some guesses in his mind.

The motive for murder is complete. If this is true, and there is such resentment, I am afraid that the employee named Watanabe did not receive compensation from the hospital.

The number of FBI agents who went undercover in Mihua Hospital this time was huge. If the same outcome happened to all the fired employees...

Conan's face looked a little ugly. Japan is different from the United States. Because of the local corporate culture, fired employees can easily be rejected by new companies because of this experience.

Therefore, most of these low-level employees, unless they are very young, will end up in a miserable situation of having to do odd jobs everywhere.

The FBI's approach is equivalent to pushing people to death!

"No, maybe there's some misunderstanding." Conan muttered to himself.

Yin Jiu also said that the hospital should have promised to pay compensation to this group of people, and perhaps someone in the hospital's senior management embezzled the money.

As for Watanabe... there is no evidence to prove that this incident was definitely not an accident!

Conan walked faster. He had to find evidence faster and not let the misunderstanding continue.

"Wait, you don't think the FBI will care about the lives of these ordinary civilians?" This time, Haibara Ai did not let Conan run around, but also quickened her pace to catch up.

She has always had a bad impression of the FBI. This agency seems to be a just official organization, but the degree to which it does things is even worse than their organization.

"Well, that's why I have to know the truth." No matter what the result is.

Conan's pace became faster, but Haibara Ai's pace gradually slowed down. After putting some distance between them, she asked, "Did you hear everything?"

Ai Haibara tapped the headset lightly with her fingers, transmitting the message back to Vermouth using Morse code.

"Then let him go, you have other tasks." Vermouth sat in front of the big screen of the hospital surveillance.

The naive child must be allowed to see the true face of those white mice with his own eyes.

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"Oh, that's what he said? - glenfiddich"

Yin Jiu received the message repeated by Vermouth almost simultaneously, but he did not feel anything extra.

Kudo Shinichi's living environment is quite different from that of Shirley and Vermouth. As a high school student from a wealthy family, he was raised and pampered by his parents.

At this age when everything is black and white, it is normal to subconsciously imagine the whole world to be extremely idealistic.

Yin Jiu sneered, and his pale, bloodless fingers gently stroked the moist soil in the potted plant.

"Brother Tou, I want to go upstairs and visit that girl." Yin Jiu held the flower pot. "After what happened, I think she needs comfort, right? If I can, I'd like to do my best to help her."

Yin Jiu's words were very tactful. Watanabe Yuta chose to kill people, and it was very likely that he did not get any compensation at all. In such a situation, regardless of whether Watanabe was arrested afterwards, his sister's treatment would be put on hold indefinitely.

For patients with advanced bone cancer, this result directly means that the girl's life has entered the countdown.

"Okay, then I'll inform his brother first and go there when both siblings are present." Toru Amuro could also understand the implication of Yin Jiu's words and did not refuse.

However, both of them are men, so it would be better for them to visit a strange underage girl when her family is present.

The plan was set, so when Toru Amuro made an appointment and was ready to take Yin Jiu upstairs, Conan was already standing outside the door with Haibara Ai.

"What a coincidence, is there something going on between you two?" Toru Amuro's expression was not very good, and there was even a hint of dangerous coldness in his eyes as he glanced at Conan.

"Uh." Conan felt a chill on his back, and faced the oppressive gaze of the Black Organization members in front of him, trying hard to maintain a fake smile on his face.

I almost forgot, the one standing here is not Vermouth.

Conan suspected that if he didn't give a reasonable answer, he would hardly see the sun tomorrow.

"We are here to chat with Brother Yin Jiu." Haibara Ai rolled her eyes at Conan secretly. This guy dragged her over without even finding a good reason.

Really, if she hadn't returned to the organization a long time ago and been led so recklessly by Kudo Shinichi, she would have died countless times just based on the similarity between her face and Sherry.

Did Edogawa forget that although they seemed to have relatives and friends in Japan, they were actually still illegal immigrants?

If something really goes wrong, Dr. Agasa will have no way to avoid being implicated.

"Want to chat with me? Thank you, but I'm not lonely with Xiaoju accompanying me." Yin Jiu smiled, patted the Xiaoju flower pot in his hand, and invited, "But the timing of your visit is quite coincidental. I'm about to visit Watanabe Mei upstairs. Do you want to join us?"

"I didn't tell you in advance that I would bring two children. Wouldn't it be bad to bring two more people with you?" Amuro Toru subconsciously wanted to stop him. Bringing bad luck to a seriously ill and dying patient was like despising others for living too long.

Yin Jiu went there to comfort people and send them blessings this time, but bringing Conan along would have completely changed the meaning, and it would have been more like sending a curse.

Toru Amuro felt that this "gift" was not very authentic. He thought about it for a long time with his eyes wandering and entangled. Finally, he pulled Haibara Ai and kicked Conan out of the team.

"Grace Ahara is also an actress, so it's no problem to bring her along, but Conan, you should wait for us downstairs."

Bad luck is out.

Yin Jiu showed an apologetic look of helplessness, "Then Conan will have to stay in the room alone for now. It's okay, we will be back soon."

"Hehehe." If you dislike him, just say it directly!

Conan twitched his lips, so what did Toru Amuro think of him?

Please, he just looks small, not that he can't understand people's expressions!

"So that's it."

No one present showed any surprise, but Vermouth, who had been monitoring the big screen, raised her eyebrows in surprise, and then suddenly seemed to understand something.

After a few seconds, she opened her profile folder and added:

'Bourbon—something superstitious.'