Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

Ai Haibara did not go back to the hospital with Yin Jiu. She had just finished listening to Kogoro Mouri's case-solving when she suddenly felt her cell phone vibrate a few times in her pocket.

It's an unfamiliar number. Could it be a discount notification for a new backpack?

Ai Haibara was very excited. She opened the email and found two emails that didn't quite fit Vodka's tone in her inbox.

"You lost your phone? —Sherry"

No, if the phone was lost, the note should not have been handwritten with 'Vodka'.

Ai Haibara's lips twitched a few times, deleted the text message she was about to send, and put her phone in her pocket with an indescribable expression.

—I never expected that Vodka, who seems so quiet, would be so talkative.

However, Hattori Heiji being kidnapped seems to be a problem that should indeed trouble her.

Sherry tugged at a stray hair at her forehead, mentally organizing the information about her colleagues in Tokyo, and remained silent: "..." Good, the rest are all old hands who only obey orders.

"What's wrong?" Conan had just finished solving a case and was in a state of deep contemplation when he saw Ai Haibara's serious expression and approached her with concern.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about something." Ai Haibara casually pulled her hand out of her pocket and placed it under her chin, adopting a thoughtful expression, deciding to rely on herself.

"Don't you think we forgot something very important in today's itinerary?"

"Something important?" Conan reviewed the details of the case in his mind, his tone hesitant. "You mean... you think Oogami Keishin's treatment potion is suspicious?"

"of course not!"

Conan's intuition is always quite accurate, and Ai Haibara didn't expect that the other party could hit the bullseye so easily, and her heart beat faster.

"Of course it's not that kind of question. I'm talking about people. Don't you think our event is missing someone?"

"You mean Heiji Kobe!" Conan suddenly realized, his eyes immediately narrowing into crescent shapes, speechless. "I was going to ask him that too. He's the one who invited us out, but then he disappeared."

"Didn't you think about contacting him? Maybe he's run into some trouble?"

Having successfully shifted the focus of the conversation, Ai Haibara coughed lightly, adjusted her tone, and began to guide the conversation.

"Don't forget that you're now a distant relative of Professor Agasa. If the son of the Osaka Prefectural Headquarters gets into danger twice while trying to come to Tokyo to see you, the professor will be held responsible, won't he?"

Given Conan's propensity for courting disaster, Ai Haibara felt that she would eventually have to fight for a codename for Professor Agasa within the organization.

Otherwise, if Kudo uses Professor Agasa's gadgets recklessly and blatantly, trouble is bound to follow sooner or later... I wonder what Professor Agasa did in his past life to run into a dummy like Kudo!

"Ah, that's what troubles me too." Conan did not deny Ai Haibara's statement.

'Hattori Heiji' may no longer be the real person, but he doesn't have enough evidence to expose the other party's true identity. Under such circumstances, if the other party really wants to create trouble and pin it on them.

He simply couldn't avoid it.

well. .

Having figured this out, Conan sighed silently and took out Shinichi Kudo's spare cell phone from his pocket. "I'll call him myself when we get back to the hospital."

At the very least, the Mori family shouldn't be dragged into this.

-

"So Shinichi Kudo is still as timid and hesitant as ever." Yin Jiu held the teacup filled with blood, taking a light sip in a good mood.

"Is it cold? Would you like it heated up a little?" Before anyone knew it, Vermouth had reverted to her original superstar appearance and was sitting opposite Yin Jiu.

"It's alright, I used to just take it out of the refrigerator to drink." Yin Jiu took another small sip, tasted it carefully, and commented, "Hot blood plasma tastes smoother, but it has a sour taste. Iced blood plasma tastes refreshing... but the flavor will turn bitter as it gets colder."

"Really?" Vermouth's curiosity was piqued by Yin Jiu's description. She picked up the remaining blood bag, poured herself a small amount, and took a sip.

Yin Jiu: "......?"

Vermouth: "..." (Pain Mask)

"It's a bit fishy." Vermouth put down her cup, disgustedly pushing the blood plasma further away from her, and poured herself a cup of black tea to rinse her mouth. "This kind of thing is definitely not suitable for human consumption."

At least she didn't taste the subtle difference between refrigerated and warm blood plasma that Yin Jiu had described.

"The investigation results are in." Amuro Tooru returned with a stack of documents in his hands, a relieved smile on his face. "The location where that unfortunate detective was detained, and the specific details of what happened."

It seems the suspect was originally after Hattori Heiji, but unexpectedly caught a member of a dangerous organization disguised as a high school detective.

It's going to be another thrilling dog-eat-dog show!

"You seem happy that Yin Jiu's friend is in danger?" Vermouth observed Bourbon's expression and began to nitpick with ill intent.

"...Shouldn't I be happy?" Bourbon was indeed momentarily stunned by the question, but he quickly realized that besides Yin Jiu, there was also the organization's most favored crow standing in front of him, and he immediately gave a wicked smile.

"Don't you think that being able to witness the suffering of the families of high-ranking officials in Osaka Prefecture while in Tokyo is a uniquely beautiful sight?"

"Indeed." It's quite beautiful.

However, Heiji Hattori is now the organization's property.

So Vermouth simply replied with two words, then shook the teacup in her hand and corrected, "While I find it hard to deny what you said, speaking too aggressively in front of a minor can easily leave a bad psychological shadow on the child."

As she said this, Vermouth affectionately reached out and poked Yin Jiu's cheek. "Look at our little Jiu, his face has turned pale with fright. Hattori is Yin Jiu's friend, so he's our friend. We should comfort him."

"Chris." He almost threw up!

Yin Jiu covered her mouth with her hand, looking at Vermouth with tears in her eyes.

Me... "Thank you!"

"Kyuu will have to get used to these things sooner or later," Amuro Tooru said, his fingers wanting to curl into a fist, but his reason instinctively prevented him from doing so.

Vermouth is a veteran actress who is not only accomplished in acting but also excels at understanding and portraying the psychology of her characters.

He needed to be extremely careful and not give himself away, otherwise Yin Jiu would...

"Oh, you've even poured me tea?" Bourbon was on edge, his hands and mouth moving in an orderly fashion, but he ignored the strange thing in the cup.

"Wait..." Wait a minute, that's Vermouth's cup!

Yin Jiu wanted to offer a reminder, but as soon as she raised her hand, she saw Amuro Tooru's expression freeze instantly on his face.

Vermouth is forcing Eun Gu to drink this?