Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"You won't get tanned even if you're exposed to this kind of sunlight."

Curaçao's gaze was fixed on Yin Jiu's expression, not wanting to miss a single detail.

"Ah."

The refined young man under the sunlight suddenly sneered, finally raising his eyes to look at her. In that glance, the doll shattered into dust, and the cold, venomous snake flicked its tongue.

His blood-red eyes, set against his pale, gaudy face, seemed like two entrances to hell ripped open amidst the peach blossoms of spring. "Quite bold."

"What are you doing?!"

Taking advantage of Curaçao's momentary lapse in concentration, Vermouth immediately snatched the parasol and placed it over Yin Jiu's head.

Ai Haibara rushed over in one stride, her heart pounding, glaring at Yuki Amami.

"You've crossed the line, haven't you, Ms. Amami?"

"Oh, really? I'm sorry, I didn't know Xiao Jiu didn't like this." The momentary fear came and went quickly. Curaçao spread her hands innocently, a glint in her eyes.

Finally, she found it!

-

"Hey, Hattori... don't you think there's something off about that Curaçao?"

On the way back, Conan sat next to Heiji Hattori, his expression serious.

Both the other party's exquisite painting skills and their probing of Yin Jiu were too obvious.

Especially the act of snatching the umbrella—such a radical move...

“She doesn’t seem like a good person.” Hattori Heiji concluded, comparing the behavior of spies from various countries with that of Amami Yuki. “I don’t know her identity yet, but my intuition tells me she’s more likely not a good person.”

Hattori Heiji pointed to his head and said, "A voice here is telling me this."

"Hey, hey, hey, there's absolutely no evidence. This is just baseless speculation!" Conan retorted, his face full of black lines, before silently sitting down again.

However, even if Hattori Heiji didn't say it, he actually felt the same way.

The aura and presence of Curaçao are clearly inherited from Vermouth.

This strange quality also exists in Ai Haibara and Yin Jiu, but Amuro Tooru is the one who is hard to see clearly.

Conan's gaze gradually moved upwards, meeting Hattori Heiji's eyes, and he suddenly realized something.

No, at times like this, he felt that even Hattori Heiji had that faint, almost imperceptible aura of the organization about him.

As if possessed, Conan reached out again and pinched Heiji Hattori's cheek.

"Ouch! Ouch!" Hattori Heiji cried out in pain, snatching half of his cheek back from Conan's grasp. He rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Please, how many times are you going to test me?! Can't you use a gentler method?"

"Ha, hahaha. I just wanted to try something unexpected." Conan awkwardly withdrew his hand, forcing a smile.

Hattori Heiji: "So what was the result?"

Conan honestly replied, "You are the real Heiji Hattori!"

Damn it, even a full face of plastic surgery couldn't be repaired to be flawless in such a short time.

Has Hattori Heiji really come back to life?

Conan felt conflicted, a feeling akin to discovering, during a rebellion, that his sworn brothers had always been royalists – an absurdity indeed.

If we follow this line of reasoning, the Hattori family might have some connection with the Black Organization.

"So what exactly is your cousin's identity?" A research institute that can support such sophisticated surgery shouldn't be managed by someone who is unknown in Japan.

"Don't even think about dragging my cousin down with you!" Hattori Heiji's reaction this time was very wary.

It's just so unlucky.

Kudo has a bit of an unlucky streak; he can easily kill whoever he targets.

His cousin's family are all fragile researchers; they can't withstand much damage!

-

Kudo's investigation into the Hattori family has stalled.

Curaçao, who was also investigating his colleagues, returned to Rum's residence with a radiant face.

"Oh, so our Lord Curaçao has already suffered a setback?" Binga leaned against the door, his tone rather sarcastic. "I should thank you properly for taking on such a 'major project' for me."

"However, after the first test, if you want to get closer to Glenfiddich again, you'll have to get past Gin first."

You really have to be careful.

Ha, those brats in the research group, relying on that guy's backing, always hide behind Gin and act like foxes borrowing his power.

Rum had no objection to giving the mission to Curaçao.

After all, how desperate must someone be to willingly take on such a thankless and arduous task?

"If you don't do it well, you could lose your life."

Tabinga had absolutely no jealousy towards Curaçao; he was simply trying to comfort his colleague who was in trouble.

Curaçao: "?" What? You returned empty-handed?

Curaçao glanced around the corridor, then blinked at Binga with a puzzled look. She had already sent the findings to Rum on the way back to the base.

As a member directly assigned to the 'front lines' to deal with the troublesome Granfidi, Curaçao had no desire to recall the unpleasant experience of the entire day, so after sending the message, she decisively began her pleasant amnesia.

Therefore, Curaçao had no idea what Binga was trying to say.

What's wrong with this guy again?

After a moment of silence, Curaçao adjusted her glasses, deciding it was better to avoid trouble. She quietly walked around the colleague blocking her way and headed towards Rum's study.

"You did a good job." Rum sat at his desk and, sensing someone enter, offered a cheerful compliment. He looked up and met Curaçao's bewildered and questioning eyes.

"..." He's lost his memory again.

Rum's lips twitched, and he shut his mouth, which was about to launch into a long conversation.

Young people have their own ways of relieving stress.

Although he lost the joy of making sarcastic remarks, Curaçao's ability to forget things as soon as they're done is also an advantage.

At least you won't be tricked into revealing information.

Rum consoled himself, then retrieved the next task schedule from the desktop files and clicked print.

Then he waved to Curaçao, "Go get the documents. I'm only giving you two days off. After that, come see me with all your memories."

"Yes."