Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"You mean Yin Shuli?" Ai Haibara, who was standing next to Yin Jiu in a good mood, frowned impatiently when Conan called her aside.

"Without a code name, members of the organization will not know each other's real names unless you have the name of the drink or a photo of the other person. But let me be clear, even if I have a photo, I may not be able to completely confirm the other person's identity if I don't have the name of the drink."

The organization is full of big shots who deliberately obscure their appearance and gender, especially those like Yin Shuli who hold a certain status in the real world and are even more unwilling to reveal their relationship with the organization.

Ai Haibara doesn't expect to be able to identify someone's identity based on a photograph alone, but Conan wants to try again.

“Uncle Mori does have a copy of the photo,” Conan said, his fingers rubbing under his chin. “But if I had to pick a name for it, Brother Yin Jiu and his mother look extremely alike, at least eight or nine points similar… So you really have absolutely no recollection of them?”

"Eight or nine points similar?" Ai Haibara turned her gaze back to Yin Jiu. The warm sunlight from outside the umbrella shone on him, but it couldn't add any warmth.

On the contrary, it made his skin appear even more translucent.

Delicate and fragile.

The deep red hue in his eyes was the only vibrant color.

A gorgeous yet blood-stained color.

Ai Haibara couldn't describe the thrill she felt; the color was so alluring that just a second glance could make one succumb to its allure.

"Hey, hey." Conan waved his hand in front of Ai Haibara's eyes, only to have it quickly slapped away.

"You're blocking my way." Ai Haibara rolled her eyes, her mind finally clearing up a bit. She snorted and returned to Yin Jiu's side.

Conan: "..?" Wait, we were just talking! Why did the conversation suddenly stop?

"Heiji hasn't come yet, did something happen on the way?" Yin Jiu had seen the interaction between the two little ones, but she still decided to be soft-hearted and help Sherry.

— Send some work down there, and once the test subject is busy, he won't have time to bother his little crow.

Yin Jiu's words did indeed temporarily divert Conan's attention elsewhere, and he quickly ran over to Ran Mouri to find out what was going on.

Ai Haibara, who stayed behind, clearly had to think about things more carefully.

Do Eun Soo-ri and Eun Gu look alike?

Could the two really be mother and son?

Before this, Ai Haibara had never considered this direction at all. After all, Yin Jiu, as one of the experimental subjects carefully cultivated by the organization, should not have any real blood relatives such as 'biological parents'.

Just like how Curaçao and Binga were adopted by Rum,

The so-called Yin Shuli is very likely just Yin Jiu's 'adoptive mother'. She was a member who was deliberately selected in advance by the organization and resembled Yin Jiu.

Then, by using methods such as faking pregnancy and forging medical records to cover up their activities, the "extra" children are allowed to legally integrate into the population, which is consistent with the organization's long-standing practices.

However, Conan's words made Ai Haibara instinctively feel that this was not the case.

They're about 80-90% similar.

If the similarity reaches this level, then the adoption hypothesis is no longer applicable, and it is unlikely that they are clones, as the two individuals are not of the same sex.

Ai Haibara's gaze subtly moved upwards, then slowly slid down from Yin Jiu's neck.

"Grace..." Yin Jiu was exasperated, watching her employee's expression slowly shift from suspicion to inquiry, and finally her gaze began to drift towards something rather impolite. She quickly coughed and changed the subject.

"Look over there, do you see those guys chatting up Uncle Mori? They're all wearing werewolf masks."

"Hmm?" Ai Haibara responded subconsciously, then turned her attention to the other side of the crowd. "Is that the wolf-masked man?"

"A wolf-masked man?" Yin Jiu breathed a sigh of relief when he felt Ai Haibara's gaze shift away, and continued to advance the topic.

"Hmm, I heard the werewolf-masked man's match is the most important tournament of the day, and also the final big event." Ai Haibara's room is closer to Conan's, so she knew the day's schedule a day in advance. Knowing that Vermouth probably wouldn't explain things to Yin Jiu, she offered to explain instead.

"The reason why the wrestling matches at the Kyoto Kokugikan are so popular is because of this wolf-masked man. I heard that he has won 65 consecutive matches since his debut."

"So capable?" Wouldn't that make him a promising candidate for the action team?

Yin Jiu stroked her chin, her gaze shifting to Mao Li.

“Yeah, so a lot of people come here just to see this wolf-masked man. After all, if he loses, the wolf-masked man will have to take off his mask according to the rules of the competition.” Ran Mouri joined in as she overheard their discussion. “I really hope he loses once, so we can see what the person under the mask looks like.”

"Maybe he's ugly?" Kogoro Mouri, having just left the interview, overheard his daughter's comment and grumbled, "He doesn't even need to show his face; he's definitely either ugly or bald."

"That ugly guy is telling the truth, but being bald is just too much!"

An unfamiliar male voice intervened, and the group turned around together to see a man with thick, slightly curly hair standing not far away.

"you are?"

“Great God Jing Qing, I am the Wolf-Faced Man.” The man pointed to his face.

"This... is it okay for you to reveal your true colors in front of wrestling fans like this?" Kogoro Mouri was caught talking bad about someone, his expression blank for a moment, then he scratched his nose rather awkwardly after realizing what he had done.

“It’s okay! Everyone thinks the Wolf-Faced Man is Mexican.” Da Shen Jing Qing lowered his voice. “Except for the people in the Beijing Wrestling Federation, no one knows my true identity, not even my parents and girlfriend. Besides, I debuted in Mexico as a ‘mysterious masked wrestler’.”

"So don't you find that tiring? I don't think you're that bad-looking..." Yin Jiu had originally planned to bring him back to the organization, but the more she listened, the more uneasy she felt.

The masked man from the Mexican Wrestling Association—doesn't that sound a lot like one of Gin's new underlings from a while back?

Yin Jiu's gaze subconsciously shifted to Vermouth. The gloating Thousand-Faced Witch clearly had a better memory and had already retrieved the relevant information files. She reached out and touched her lips, making a confirmation gesture.

Yin Jiu was speechless: "..." What a small world!

Is their organization some kind of social group with poor benefits, requiring employees to find side jobs to make ends meet?

Furthermore, it is unreasonable to claim that the other party deliberately took on dangerous jobs to justify the injuries sustained while performing the tasks.

The research team has already distributed their special healing medicine; a simple spray is enough to eliminate any marks of injury, so there's absolutely no need to waste time on it.

"Wearing a mask is my personal hobby. I also competed in the warm-up matches before the official competitions, but I deliberately didn't use karate or Mexican techniques to avoid revealing my true identity, so I wouldn't look very strong..."

"However, lately, my girlfriend seems to have noticed something..."

"So she must be hoping you'll tell her the truth, right?" Ran Mouri, with her optimistic outlook, immediately made this guess.

“Didn’t I already say that only people in the wrestling association know my identity? That way, if the truth is ever discovered, I won’t suspect that she leaked it.” Oogami Jingqing straightened up, her lowered gaze revealing a complexity that a high school student couldn’t comprehend.

"And I don't want her to worry about me. When the wolf-faced man enters the game at his best, he usually ends up getting bloodied and battered. But I've already come to terms with it."

"The moment their true nature is revealed after their defeat is the moment the wolf-faced man 'dies' and leaves the battlefield."