Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"This medicine..."

Ran Mouri didn't stand on ceremony with the manager and decisively pressed the spray bottle onto Conan's head twice. "Wow, that's amazing!"

She originally thought the spray only had a simple pain-relieving effect, but she never expected to see the swelling of the large lump disappear instantly, and her eyes immediately turned into pimples.

"Really? This medicine is usually reserved for our alliance members only. If you find it useful, I can give you two bottles."

Upon hearing Ran Mouri's exclamation, the more senior Ushigome laughed and pulled several bottles of potion from his prop box, distributing one bottle to each of the guests.

Do you have a lot of this medicine?

Yin Jiu was also given a bottle. He weighed it in his hand and estimated its weight.

It weighs approximately 20g and has a complex osmanthus fragrance, clearly part of the TD healing series developed by the organization.

Yin Jiu's expression was solemn.

Ai Haibara remained silent, her gaze meeting Vermouth's without betraying any emotion, a chill running down her spine.

As members of an organization that often needs to operate in the shadows, the TD series of healing potions were phased out and discontinued two years ago due to their strong odor.

Something that was completely discontinued has appeared outside the organization—that's a huge problem!

If she makes a mistake, she and Junerick will both be implicated!

Ai Haibara suppressed the urge to destroy the potion in front of her and forced a slightly interested micro-expression onto her face.

“Yes, although this brand is rare in Japan, we have stable purchasing channels.” Ushigome clearly didn’t realize there was anything wrong with this, and even showed the group the packaging box containing the medicine.

"Moreover, we have been using it for many years and have never experienced any adverse side effects such as drug resistance, except for the fact that it smells a bit girly. It has surpassed most ordinary medicines on the market."

“I see.” Vermouth’s gaze deepened, and she stared at the bottle for a moment, then suddenly smiled and took out Bourbon’s business card. “If it’s convenient, could you please introduce me to that supplier? I think the film crew would also like to use this kind of medicine.”

"This..." Niu Gong took the business card without suspicion. After hesitating for half a second, the man lowered his voice, "Actually, the supplier for this drug is Wolfface. If you need to wait for him to come down, I can ask him for you?"

"Thank you so much." Having gotten the answer she wanted, Vermouth, disguised as Bourbon, smiled more genuinely.

Conan, who had been silently listening to the whole thing, showed a hint of worry. Vermouth, now wearing Amuro Tooru's face, might not dare to cause trouble openly.

But who knows, after today, the organization might target the wolf-faced man.

It seems he needs to make preparations with the FBI in advance; this time, he absolutely cannot let the organization succeed.

-

"The deceased was Nagase Hyota, 25 years old, a professional wrestler."

Officer Takagi quickly arrived at the scene and squatted down next to the body to take notes and summarize. "The deceased had three stab wounds in his back, chest and abdomen. It is currently believed that the fatal wound was the last one, which was stabbed in the chest."

"Huh? How did you know that the chest was the last place to be stabbed?" After getting information from Yin Jiu, Inspector Megure heard Takagi's assertion and asked instinctively.

“Ah, because I saw the footage on the videotape before Inspector Megure came in.” Takagi gestured to the area behind him where a human-shaped figure was drawn in chalk. “It’s right there.”

“That one,” said Hiroyuki Saguma, the administrator who had led the way, raising his hand. “That’s a hidden camera that Nichiri TV installed in the lounge. They originally wanted to secretly film Nagase’s expressions in the lounge before the match, because Nagase always stays alone in the lounge before each match at the Toto Kokugikan…”

"So everyone in your alliance knew the deceased had this habit?" Inspector Megure pondered, reaching out to Takagi. "Bring me the videotape to take a look."

"Yes."

"The footage shows a thug wearing a wolf mask attacking Mr. Nagase." Conan's head injury had healed and no longer hurt. Hearing Inspector Megure get to the point, he immediately jumped to the forefront of the case.

"Unfortunately, it seems like everyone in the league knows that cameras have been installed in the locker room."

"In this way, the murderer could be either the wolf-faced man himself or a fighter of similar physique who wanted to frame him."

“Indeed…” Takagi scribbled in his notebook.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the corridor, Kogoro Mouri had already led the wolf-masked man in.

"Now that we've asked everything we needed to, I'll take Xiao Jiu back first. He has a medical check-up scheduled for this afternoon." After accompanying Yin Jiu to give his statement, Vermouth noticed that as everyone arrived, the crowd outside began to gather, and she decisively prepared to leave.

Yin Jiu also rubbed his forehead in agreement, his mouth watering from the smell of blood. "If you still need me later, you can call Brother Tou's private number directly."

"Then I'll stay here." Ai Haibara stood next to Conan quite consciously, playing her part.

After the drug formula was leaked, she had to continue investigating.

However, no one present objected to Amuro Tooru's suggestion.

Only Conan's gaze lingered intently on the wolf-faced man.

-

"Let's have some to satisfy our cravings first."

As soon as she got into the car, Vermouth took out a blood bag from the insulated box at the bottom and handed it to Yin Jiu in the passenger seat. At the same time, she put her phone on speakerphone and dialed Gin's number.

"Huh? What are you doing?" Yin Jiu took a sip of blood plasma, looked up and saw the interface of the call in progress. Suddenly, she felt a sweet taste in her throat and choked on the blood.

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough cough cough cough!"

"Location?" Gin had just answered the phone when he was caught off guard by the coughing of that troublesome little brat, and his gaze turned cold.

Without a second's hesitation, the Porsche 356A performed a 180° drift on the street and began its journey towards Tokyo.

"It's nothing, he just choked a little." Vermouth's carefree voice came from the other end of the phone, and she even reached out to rub Yin Jiu's head in a good mood. "Drink slowly, no one is going to take it from you."

"..."

Gin stopped his car, then gestured for Vodka to drive: "..." These two better be in trouble!

The phone was on speakerphone when Gin asked for a location. Vodka, hunched over, was moved to the driver's seat, too afraid to speak: "Vermouth, couldn't you have used a different tone to answer Big Brother's question?"

If this situation happens a few more times, he'll be scared to death sooner or later, and Gin will feel like he's being played, which will make him even angrier... Huh?

Facts speak louder than words. Gin appeared very calm. The blond man clearly resisted the urge to hang up the phone immediately. He opened his laptop and locked onto Yin Jiuhong's location.

“It’s that ‘wild wolf.’ I’ve discovered something even more interesting.” Vermouth’s tone sounded rather gloating as she generously shared the ‘bad news’ that the formula for the discontinued potion had been leaked.

“He’s one of Rum’s men.” Gin listened, his fingers typing on the keyboard, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"It seems so at the moment, but we can't rule out the possibility that he's a remnant of Naoko Sawada's gang." Yin Jiu calmed down, put the blood plasma aside, and opened her computer. "Should we eliminate him? If not, he might come under the FBI's scrutiny by evening."

After all, Conan has already seen Amuro Tooru hand out his business card, and by tonight at the latest, the news that the Black Organization is targeting the wrestler will reach Shuichi Akai's ears.

“No, it should be faster.” Vermouth shook her finger and showed Yin Jiu the text message she had just received about sherry.

It was obvious that shortly after the two left, Conan immediately found an opportunity to contact the FBI.