Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

Yin Jiu's days back at the hospital continued steadily, with no apparent changes.

He was actually panicking inside, fearing that Gin would come looking for trouble again with a gun. Fortunately, he had reported the 'sunshine resistance' and 'gastrointestinal withering' situation in advance, and there had been no feedback from that person yet.

So he probably won't get beaten up, right?

Yin Jiu carefully opened each unread email, afraid of missing any 'friendly reminders' from Vodka or Junellec.

Fortunately, all the emails were normal, with the most being from Junerick, reporting on his medication use during this period.

Secondly, there's sherry, but most of the time it's sent to Gin to report on the situation, with a copy copied to him as well.

"Wow, one a day." Yin Jiu's fingers paused for a moment, and he keenly noticed the document lying at the very back, which was sent to him personally and was titled 'Proposal to Change Candidates for the Drug Trial Program'.

Could it be that Sherry thinks one Shinichi Kudo isn't enough and is planning to create more APTX victims as a control group?

Yin Jiu stroked her chin, thought for half a second, and decided to look at the schedule before making a decision.

"Dear Glenfiddich, I hope you have a good day..."

Yin Jiu: "..?" When did Shirley become so polite?

Yin Jiu rubbed her eyes, confused and uncertain. Should she look again?

Yin Jiu's unusual behavior immediately caught Vermouth's attention. She put down her tablet and came closer.

"Is this to replace the drug used on the experimental subject?" Vermouth's expression grew increasingly strange as she read, then she turned her questioning gaze to the disobedient child beside her, "What new drug are you drinking again?"

"How could that be?" Yin Jiu snapped to attention and quickly closed her notebook, waving her hand in denial. "Junerick went on a business trip to Osaka, and it takes a lot of time for me to do experiments and record data all by myself. Besides, you and Bourbon are watching me every day, how can I have any free time to do this!"

"That makes sense... So you're saying that the sherry caused your digestive problems to be a side effect of the medication?" Vermouth carefully recalled Yin Jiu's recent whereabouts, quickly realized that she was being too concerned, and immediately corrected her thinking, returning to the right track. She smiled and said, "That's a good misunderstanding."

“That’s great, Sherry’s judgment is recorded in the system, and Rum can see it clearly,” Yin Jiu tapped the computer case with her finger.

“With Junelek out, this information has become the only way to get my ‘true situation,’ and Rum might not be able to sit still for long.”

-

Yin Jiu made the necessary preparations and naturally responded actively in action.

So, after their hasty separation last time, the team-building activities began again.

"So it really is good for recovery to have more contact with the outside world." Kogoro Mouri walked at the front, his hands behind his back.

"Yes, the results of this check-up are good. Perhaps I will be able to fully recover and be discharged from the hospital in a while." Yin Jiu followed behind, holding Haibara Ai's hand, and replied with a faint smile.

"Then we'll have to celebrate properly." Ran Mouri smiled brightly, subtly pulling Conan back from running towards 'Amuro Tooru'.

“No need for that.” Vermouth, disguised as Amuro Tooru, glanced at Conan and said in a deliberately cold tone, “Kinugawa was discharged from the hospital not long ago. When Kyu returns to the set, we’ll probably have to reshoot a lot of scenes.”

"Isn't this too much work for Yin Jiu?" Ai Haibara has been thinking about Yin Jiu's condition every day lately. When she closes her eyes late at night, all she sees is Yin Jiu's pale face and the image of him on the verge of death. She hasn't slept well for several nights in a row. Hearing this work arrangement, she was obviously not very satisfied.

Xiao Jiu's body was already riddled with holes, but the greedy crows only thought about squeezing out the last bit of value from it, draining its marrow and tendons.

"It's definitely tiring, but..." We can't afford not to make money!

Yin Jiu paused for a moment, then tilted her head slightly and adopted a somewhat melancholic tone, "I think if I could appear on television more often, then Yin Shuli might be able to see me that way..."

Yin Jiu deliberately rambled on, instantly causing the atmosphere to fall silent and become bittersweet.

Ran Mouri clearly remembered the unknown fate of Yin Jiu's mother, and her expression immediately turned ugly.

"Don't worry, I will definitely help you find Ms. Juri." Kogoro Mouri solemnly patted Yin Jiu on the shoulder and promised.

Vermouth was the only one present whose emotions were not affected; she was lost in thought. Speaking of which, she wondered who Yin Jiu inherited his ability to spout nonsense from.

Count Straw was clearly a straight man, and Old Deng was usually silent, but when he did speak, he was never pleasant to hear.

In Vermouth's eyes, Yin Shuli, although McCallum was very goal-oriented, had a gentle and shy personality, even a bit introverted.

So, could it be that because of such great racial differences, two negatives make a positive, and two taciturn aliens gave birth to a mutated species that is eloquent and talks a lot of nonsense?

"?" Yin Jiu had just finished processing the emotional points of the Mori family when he felt a gaze behind him. He turned around in confusion, a single hair sticking up on his head.

This emotional moment... why does it always feel like Vermouth is reminiscing about her glorious past?

By the way, Eun Soo-ri and Vermouth are close friends, so they'll definitely watch Chris Vineyard's movies.

So it's understandable that Vermouth reacted this way when talking about seeing him on TV.

The young vampire was unaware of the raven's 'prejudice' against his mother. He glanced briefly behind him and then looked away without much concern.

Conan, however, noticed something and, while Kogoro Mouri was being talked to by the arena staff, quietly moved over to Yin Jiu's side.

"Based on your understanding of Eun Shu-ri, do you think she would secretly observe her son in private?" Conan's face was turned towards the wall, deliberately lowering his voice so that someone next to him could hear it.

“...How should I know?” Vermouth narrowed her eyes slightly, instinctively reaching into her pocket. She’d been caught again. Where had she slipped up this time?

"Huh? Aren't you very close to her?" Could it be that you're just superficially friends?

Conan was surprised and slowly turned around to look. He saw Vermouth with one hand in her pocket, looking down at him with a half-smile. "Instead of asking me, don't you have someone more suitable by your side?"

Glenfiddich has excellent hearing, and given Conan's unabashed way of asking questions, Xiao Jiu must have already overheard their conversation.

Vermouth suddenly felt a sense of shame, like she'd been caught red-handed peeking at her son's essay: sometimes she really wanted to shoot this careless and troublesome detective.

"A more suitable candidate?" Only Conan was still immersed in the one-on-one puzzle-solving atmosphere.

Xiao Jiu definitely trusts Yin Shuli.

However, Yukiko, who was also a close friend of Eunju, was not by his side.

So, could it be...? Conan's gaze fell on Ai Haibara.

Could it be that Haibara met Yin Jiu's mother when she was in the organization?