Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"That's him! He's over there!"

Meanwhile, a chase is unfolding on Conan's side.

Thanks to Curaçao's superb painting skills, the group identified the suspect almost immediately after scanning the area.

"catch him!"

"Hattori!"

The slightly overweight suspect, wearing a fisherman's hat, nimbly leaped over the fence between the two parks. However, when Conan saw the suspect reach into his jacket, he suddenly stopped and shouted loudly.

"Little one! The other side has a gun!"

gun?

Only then did Yin Jiu finally raise her head and take a serious look at the situation outside the umbrella.

This isn't quite right, is it?

How did they manage to drag their organization's experimental subjects into this again?

Yin Jiu wanted to retract his earlier prediction. Even Hattori Heiji, who was present, was an important experimental subject for their organization. If anyone made a mistake during this team building activity, it would only result in a loss.

I hope he's alright.

Yin Jiu was inwardly praying for Hattori Heiji, but on the surface, she seemed completely oblivious, looking bewildered and hesitant to take a step.

"Hey! Put your bag down!" Takagi, who had been chasing Yagura, saw the suspect slow down in drawing his gun and seized the opportunity to pounce on him.

Meanwhile, Conan had already found a suitable can or cup to throw, and kicked it out using the power-generated sneakers.

"What a perfect parabola!" Curaçao, who had been indifferent to the matter from behind, was finally drawn to the little boy's superb skill in placing the object.

broken!

Conan turned around nervously, frantically trying to explain something, but Yin Jiu smiled slightly at this moment and spoke first, taking over the conversation from Amami Yuki.

“Yes, it’s a perfect parabola. If we used it to create a physics problem, it would be perfect for teaching these kids in middle school.” Yin Jiu agreed, then looked at the Junior Detective League with a smile, only to find that their attention was completely focused on Conan, and their eyes were filled with a kind of 'concern' that was actually gritted teeth.

"Ha... Hahahaha, I haven't finished the questions Brother Yin Jiu gave us yet. Is it really necessary to give us new questions so early?" The gaze that had been fixed on him suddenly became several scattered ones. Conan's heart, which had been pounding, was only half relieved, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead again.

"Alright, alright, we've all gotten out to play, so let's not think about studying anymore." Professor Agasa spread his hands, stepping in to save the day. "Now that the problem is solved, and it's getting late, how about we go to the tea restaurant next door for a meal?"

Dr. Agasa's suggestion was unanimously approved by the children.

Takagi and Sato are responsible for escorting the suspect back to the Metropolitan Police Department and will not participate.

As for Amuro Tooru, encountering Vermouth was already beyond his expectations. He originally intended to politely decline with Yin Jiu, but Curaçao caused trouble again.

"Dorobiga's tea restaurant? What a coincidence, it's one of our film sets. Before coming here today, I wanted to invite Xiao Jiu to come here to see the lighting effects, so we can go back and study the makeup and styling."

Curaçao clapped her hands. Most of what she said was true, but she added some subjective judgment. "Maybe this will be Xiao Jiu's first film set after she is discharged from the hospital."

“Then it is indeed necessary to go and take a look.” Yin Jiu held the flowerpot, showing little emotion. He didn’t mind playing along with Curaçao’s continued attempts to play games, but he couldn’t be blamed for his recklessness when Gin came to hold him accountable.

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"Curry pork chop rice, thank you."

When the steaming hot curry rice was served, Yin Jiu's face began to stiffen.

Yin Jiu: "...Ladies first, I'll wait for the next one."

Damn 'gut atrophy'!

Curaçao took the plate—she could tell Yin Jiu disliked the food and didn't even spare her a glance.

"The next one will be ready soon. You're a minor, you don't have to be so gentlemanly."

Yin Jiu: "..." It's not because of that!

He wasn't so kind as to starve himself to feed others.

He really couldn't eat anymore, and he didn't know if this state of 'intestinal depletion' would cause him to have an instant and severe diarrhea like in the game in real life.

That would be horrible!

Yin Jiu turned her head away in strong resistance.

Ah, new curry rice!

The waiter brought over five more servings of curry rice, and this time Yin Jiu had nowhere to hide.

"Eat more, you'll be staying in the hospital for a long time." Vermouth helped Yin Jiu break the chopsticks apart, her smile warm.

This is the 'last lunch'. This naughty kid who doesn't listen and runs out to play will be guarded outside by Gin himself next time.

Yin Jiu: "..." He was devastated.

There was no need to hint at it like that. With no other choice, Yin Jiu coldly scooped up a spoonful of rice and stuffed it into his mouth under the red light of the system.

Chew, chew.

A withered stomach and intestines bring with it a withered sense of taste. The rice has little flavor and has lost its ability to enhance the flavor, making it too coarse to swallow.

Yin Jiu was almost in tears.

The food he was determined to eat, even with diarrhea, was not as appetizing as it looked; it was this kind of thing!

Ai Haibara was also on the verge of tears, carefully picking at the food on her plate.

Vermouth's tone was hardly pleasant. Would she and Yin Jiuge be stuck eating boxed lunches in the hospital from now on?

The side effects of intestinal atrophy came on quickly; almost as soon as she swallowed it, Yin Jiu's movements froze silently.

"Xiao Jiu?" Amuro Tooru noticed Yin Jiu's stiffness and asked immediately, "Are you choking? I have some water."

Honestly, why would Vermouth scare Xiao Jiu like that? With him around, how could the child go hungry?

Amuro Tooru, who considered himself a good cook, casually handed over the cup.

"No need." Yin Jiu suppressed the urge to vomit and pretended to calmly lower her head to chew slowly.

vomit...

The feeling of this stuff surging down my throat is like being driven wildly for half an hour on a winding mountain road. My stomach acid is rebelling, and I feel like vomiting all the time. It's torture.

Yin Jiu sniffed and cried silently in her heart.

Unfortunately, Curaçao was still being unruly. Sensing Yin Jiu's resistance, she immediately picked up two pieces of pickled radish and handed them over.

Granfidy's condition seems to be... anorexia?

No, it could also be that they have a dietary aversion to pork or curry.

Curaçao decided to try a few more things and kindly patted Yin Jiu on the shoulder, "You're not used to the taste of Japanese curry, are you? Why don't you try something sweet and sour to balance it out? Maybe that will help."

"Thank you, no need." Yin Jiu was so touched by the pat that she almost spilled out all the things she had managed to hold back.

"Sorry, excuse me."

Feeling that her body had reached its limit, Yin Jiu spoke rapidly, got up from her seat, quietly gave Vermouth a hand gesture, and then rushed to the restroom as fast as she could.

He slammed the stall door open, not even bothering to check his surroundings with the cobwebs, and rushed to the toilet while covering his mouth.

Without even needing to process it, the food that had been forcibly swallowed surged back up, stinging the inside of my mouth and causing waves of pain.

This pain is not only physical, but more so a throbbing pain in the soul, as if something inside the body is slowly withering, being crushed, and then vomited out.

He vomited for a while, and only after confirming that the red warning for hunger and thirst had been lifted did he slump to the ground and wipe away the tears that had welled up in his eyes from the irritation.

It truly lives up to its name, "Intestinal Atrophy." He will never eat indiscriminately again!

"...Brother Yin Jiu?"