Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

So when Vermouth rushed back to the hospital from Osaka the next day, the news she heard was that Yin Jiu had gone out of the hospital to play with Bourbon and Curaçao.

"....?"ha?

Vermouth felt like the sky had fallen, and her hair was falling out: Did Bourbon know how to take care of a young vampire during the day?

And then there's Curaçao, what a rare and audacious creature. As someone who was also aware of the experiment, how did she dare to collude with Bourbon to abduct their organization's 'most important asset'?

The child was being unreasonable, and the two adults joined in the silliness!

Vermouth removed her hand from her forehead, and a few more strands of gold appeared at her fingertips.

“There’s nothing we can do. The hospital’s advice is to keep the patient getting enough exercise,” Ai Haibara could sense Vermouth’s irritability even through her earpiece, but she wasn’t too worried.

Putting everything else aside, she observed that the member codenamed Bourbon was quite capable and had a good relationship with Yin Jiu, so he shouldn't be in any trouble with Yin Jiu for the time being.

Shinichi Kudo wasn't entirely unprepared either. "When Kyu went out, she took Tachibana with her. Following Conan's tracking, they're heading towards Dorobiga Park. Once their car stops, Kudo and I will go there with Heiji Hattori to bump into them."

Ai Haibara laid out her entire itinerary and couldn't help but kindly remind him, "Conan and that high school student from Osaka seem to be very sensitive to your scent, so remember to bring a few extra faces as backup."

With two detectives working together, the probability of unforeseen events increases significantly, especially since Hattori Heiji is now clearly connected to the organization.

Given that Vermouth might not be able to kill him, being entangled with the Thousand-Faced Witch is the one who suffers.

Having met with Vermouth for so long, Ai Haibara believed she understood each other's temperaments quite well.

In summary, Vermouth is a stubborn but soft-hearted, somewhat arrogant older woman, completely different from what she originally envisioned.

And although Vermouth sometimes sounds sarcastic on the phone, the experience of working with her was actually quite pleasant.

Ai Haibara sincerely hopes that the friendly team-up mode can continue, and that her reporting liaison will not become that cold-hearted old pervert, Gin.

When Vermouth heard this reminder, the blonde beauty couldn't help but twitch at the corner of her mouth.

She can't touch Heiji Hattori, but does that mean the son of the Osaka Prefectural Governor would dare to 'harass' celebrity Chris Vineyard in the street?

She's not intimidated at all!

Vermouth's fingers touched her cheek—if Curaçao dared to openly abduct people, she dared to use her original face to directly attack.

She wanted to hear what explanation that audacious bastard had to give her.

-

At 4 p.m., at the Dorobiga Park on the other side.

"Hey, Rum's idea to lure Kyu out, right?" Amuro Tooru, holding a can of cola, glanced at his colleague from the organization beside him and sneered, "Is he preparing to go to war with Gin head-on?"

Yin Jiu's position in the organization is awkward, but he is still under Gin's control, a fact that Amuro Tooru is well aware of.

Curaçao, however, bypassed Gin and Vermouth, tricked Kyu into coming out, and even brought him along.

What would that man think if Gin saw this behavior?

He might be implicated and suspected along with Yin Jiu, and even punished along with Curaçao.

"Don't look at me like that, I think you've misunderstood me." Curaçao also held a lemon tea in her hand, took a small sip, and looked at the boy holding an umbrella not far away, who looked very interested. "I just felt sorry for him and wanted to help him."

"Don't you think this child has never had the chance to play so freely before?"

"is it?"

Freedom? Right under the noses of those two black-clad organizations?

Amuro felt a pang of sarcasm in his heart, but he couldn't help but follow Curaçao's gaze. Not far away, Yin Jiu was squatting in front of a plump white dove with great interest.

“People who have had similar experiences and share the same plight will always understand each other’s thoughts better.” Curaçao’s tone carried three parts melancholy and seven parts persuasiveness. “Please believe me, I have no ill intentions towards him. I simply feel sorry for my fellow human beings.”

A guilty conscience? A kindred spirit?

Amuro Tooru's pupils contracted slightly as he looked away and carefully examined his colleague beside him, noting his unusual white hair and heterochromatic eyes.

Rumors circulated within the organization that Curaçao was Rum's adopted daughter, whom he took in at the laboratory.

so. . .

Curacao is also given medication and blood tests regularly?

Amuro Tooru didn't believe him completely, and instead glanced at the white-haired man beside him with a slightly cold look. "Finished? What does this have to do with me?"

"..." Aren't you temporarily in charge of taking care of Glenfiddich?

Curaçao was taken aback by Bourbon's question, then belatedly realized: "...Right, Bourbon didn't know Glenfiddich's true identity."

In other words, this colleague may simply be targeting Glenfiddich as someone of slightly higher status, and her probing was futile.

However, it was too late for regrets now. Curaçao could only bitterly remember this in her heart, while praying that her colleague, who had been tricked by the mischievous little crow, would discover the truth as soon as possible and give her a wonderful opportunity to test her.

“I have absolutely no interest in the intricacies between you two,” Bourbon said, his baby face growing impatient as he crossed his arms. “However, I advise you to stay away from that child and not interfere with my mission.”

So, it seems that Bourbon and Glenfiddich's relationship wasn't very good either?

Curaçao was even more troubled: with Bourbon, whom she had not gained trust, present at the same time, it would not be easy to test Granfidi's weaknesses.

"What a pity, it's still just a child." Yin Jiu had been on the lawn quite a distance away from the two of them. Only after Bourbon and Curaçao finished their conversation did she smile and use spider silk to wrap the trembling young white dove.

Dorobiga Park is divided into several play areas, each with a different theme, and the pigeons scattered throughout the park are a delightful surprise for the visitor experience.

Visitors can buy corn at the entrance to feed the pigeons they encounter.

"If I get more food, maybe I can make soup next time we meet."

It was impossible for him to spend money on feed. The capitalist vampire gave the pigeons the order to 'get something for free,' then released them with a regretful look and clapped his hands.

Yin Jiu stood up again and found that several white feathers had fallen off her body.

This pigeon is losing feathers so badly. It looks like it's not even an adult yet, and it's already balding?

The boy folded his feathers, opened his umbrella, and continued wandering along the paths of the amusement park.

The sun was already setting in the west, and the surrounding air was unbearably hot, but Yin Jiu kept walking further and further away, showing no intention of returning to Bourbon.

Curaçao's probing intent was far too obvious; if he went too far in cooperating, it would only make Rum suspicious.

The truth is something you only truly feel at ease when you obtain it through your own hard work.

Yin Jiu was well aware of this: Curaçao had suffered a setback with Bourbon, so he naturally wanted to find a way to reasonably reduce the 'difficulty' for others.

"Xiaojiu!"

"Sister Tianhai... what's wrong?" Sure enough, Yin Jiu had only taken a few steps when the person behind her immediately caught up.