Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"I think the suspect probably didn't even know what was in the backpack."

While Amuro Tooru was taking out his phone to talk to Professor Agasa, Yin Jiu had already checked the contents of the bag and was slowly retracting the silk thread.

It was just a bag of heroin; it wouldn't cause widespread casualties.

Yin Jiu exhaled a sigh of disappointment, trying to erase the images of the explosion and fire from her mind, while also offering her own insights.

"Based on my acting experience, when several groups that have not yet established complete trust are trading illicit goods, they usually choose a third party as an intermediary to ensure the confidentiality of both parties."

"This process also prevents goods from being embezzled by third-party forces, who deliberately obscure the details of the transaction and the actual types of goods traded."

"So if you've already confirmed the background and identity of one of the members, you might as well start from that direction."

Yin Jiu's hint clearly indicated that she had already foreseen the contents of the backpack. Takagi and Sato exchanged a glance, both showing helpless expressions.

"It seems you've already guessed our stakeout mission." Sato hadn't expected Yin Jiu to guess so accurately with just a few words, and his gaze towards Yin Jiu held a hint of appreciation.

“We did have a suspected target beforehand, and we were staking out this place.”

As he spoke, Sato pulled a photo out of his pocket and handed it to Yin Jiu. "Yagura Machi, a wanted drug dealer. We only found out by chance that he might be in this area."

"So the person I saw might be one of his men?" Curaçao leaned over for a look, but didn't recognize him.

They don't seem like members of the organization.

Look again.

Curaçao withdrew her head again. She had composed herself and borrowed paper and pen from a park staff member. Her immediate priority was to escape from these Grenfellian 'puppets'. Curaçao quickly sketched out a plan in her mind, then slowly unfolded the paper and began to write and draw with a pen. Her hand moved so fast that faint afterimages appeared in the drawings. Before long, a rough sketch of the Dorobiga Park appeared on the table.

Everything, from the placement of the drinks on the table to the expressions of the passersby and Sato Takagi by the pavilion, was perfectly reproduced.

The only difference from the photograph is that there are many more lines on it, the shadows are very heavy, and the suspect who got Takagi's backpack is vividly depicted in the center of the picture.

"Amazing!"

The little kids who were originally standing next to Yin Jiu were attracted by the rustling sound and immediately surrounded Curaçao.

"Isn't this the scene where Officer Sato and Officer Takagi were chatting just now?"

“It’s such a lifelike painting!”

The Junior Detectives chatted amongst themselves, and Sato and Takagi were quickly drawn in as well. They watched Curaçao's rapid and skillful strokes and instinctively leaned closer, their eyes wide as they examined the drawing.

"Drawing...you drew so fast!" Officer Takagi wiped away imaginary cold sweat, his gaze towards Tenkai beginning to show awe.

"That's not all! Amami-neechan even drew the faces of all the passersby around her!"

Ayumi, who had been watching Curaçao's pen intently, gradually noticed the problem.

"This is the auntie at the next table, the lady at the counter, and Brother Yin Jiu... Amazing! Sister Tianhai, can you remember the faces of all the passersby?"

Ayumi randomly selected characters to compare with, looking up and down to match them one by one, and found that they all matched. Her eyes lit up immediately.

Mitsuhiko's mouth dropped open in surprise. "So this is photographic memory! I've only ever seen this kind of talent in books, I never thought it actually existed."

"Ah, does that mean I can learn all the knowledge just by reading the book once before the exam?" Genta was the slowest to react; his focus was completely different from the others. "If I had that ability and took the exam... my dad would definitely reward me with lots and lots of eel rice."

“That’s right.” The remaining two children were also instantly led astray. After imagining it for a moment, they both showed longing expressions: “If only we could borrow Tenkai-neechan’s abilities.”

“That might not be a good thing.” Curaçao’s hands were moving so fast that the sounds around him weren’t filtered out. Hearing this, he couldn’t help but stop drawing and turn to reply.

"Isn't this good?" The children couldn't help but reveal a complicated expression of 'not appreciating what they have'.

Yin Jiu, standing to the side, found this amusing and decided to speak up for her poor colleague, "Of course it's not a good thing. Hyperthymesia is a very torturous disease. When I first met Sister Tianhai, she was still in a mental hospital!"

Curaçao: "?" Did you really have to say something so misleading?

"Uh, so Amami-nee was a patient too?" Mitsuhiko asked awkwardly, swallowing hard.

"No, that's not true. I'm just a staff member!" A crack appeared on Curaçao's face, her smile forced and insincere.

"Brother Yin Jiu is talking about Anran Sanatorium, right?" Just as the atmosphere among them became awkward, Conan happened to follow the tracker and, upon hearing the last few sentences, immediately chimed in.

"Conan? How did you get in here?" Wasn't the amusement park already locked down?

Yin Jiu's tone was hesitant.

Amuro Tooru snorted irritably, "They probably rushed in during the lockdown."

Even before Professor Agasa had finished talking about other things and stalling for time, Amuro Tooru already knew he couldn't stop him.

Unexpectedly, now that the bad thing has come true, Amuro Tooru feels a sense of relief, as if 'the dust has finally settled'.

But a moment later, he thought with a glimmer of hope that at least it was Shinichi Kudo who came in, and not something more ominous like a crow.

Anyway, as long as Gin doesn't catch them red-handed, once they're done having fun, they can quietly send Xiao Jiu back to the hospital. Even if Curaçao doesn't say anything, the higher-ups might not know about their little scheme today.

"Ai? What brings you here too?" Compared to Amuro Tooru's anxiety, Yin Jiu, after checking on Conan, naturally saw the little researcher running at the back, panting heavily, and immediately went over with an umbrella, feeling sorry for her.

"How are you? Are you feeling alright? Are you in the sun? Are you hot? I haven't had my ice cream yet, would you like some?"

Without hesitation, the boy moved closer to Ai Haibara, as attentive as a butterfly.

Curaçao lowered his head to finish the last stroke, glancing out of the corner of his eye in Yin Jiu's direction.

She fell silent immediately after reading it.

That face... Grace Ehara? Sherry?

No, the child's hair color is slightly lighter than it appears in the surveillance footage.

Color differences that are almost indistinguishable to ordinary people are magnified infinitely in the eyes of her, a patient with hyperthymesia.

However, Curaçao trusted her intuition and even more so her memory; the person in front of her was definitely not Grace Ayhara, but rather Sherry was more likely.

really interesting.

So, could Sherry's 'defection' have been part of Gin and Vermouth's plan?

This completely explains why Sulli's account, which was once on the traitor list, is still operating normally, and no one is investigating the matter privately.

So... did Glenfiddich know the truth?

If it was she who broke through this barrier...

"What's wrong?" Yin Jiu suddenly felt a chill and turned her head in confusion, only to see Curaçao staring at her with a half-smile. "Is there something on my face?"

What underhanded trick is this scoundrel up to now?

"No, I just thought of a makeup and styling plan." Curaçao handed the blueprints to Officer Takagi, pointed to a man on them, and casually changed the subject, "Look, this is the man, he was sitting behind you before."

"I drew the profile of the front on the back, so there shouldn't be too much difference."

"Ah, thank you!" Takagi looked at the perfectly clear draft paper and bowed deeply to Curaçao.

“It’s what I should do,” Curaçao smiled. She often did this kind of work when she was in the investigation team, and it wasn’t difficult for her to draw a profile in a short time.

However, her seemingly ordinary skills still aroused the vigilance of the detectives next door.

"Hey, Kudo. Don't you think..." Hattori Heiji looked at the drawing paper again and again, his expression becoming strange.

"Hmm, it's drawn very professionally." Conan nodded, but his gaze toward the drawing became more skeptical.

Yuki Amami was the makeup artist on set, so it wasn't surprising that she was good at drawing. What really aroused the two men's suspicion was that she was just too professional.