Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"Ugh... Ptooey... Cough..."

This is the smell of fresh human blood!

Is the organization forcing Yin Jiu to drink these things?

This was Amuro Tooru's first reaction.

As Amuro Tooru vomited blood, he casually splashed some water on his face to hide his near-outburst.

No wonder... No wonder Yin Jiu, who was perfectly fine before, suddenly developed anorexia while hospitalized.

It must have been something that the old woman did to Yin Jiu when he and Vermouth switched identities.

He should have thought of it earlier!

Even if Vermouth is putting on a convincing act, how could she possibly be genuinely kind to Yin Jiu?

Amuro Tooru felt a complex and indescribable sense of guilt.

How could it be so hard to defend against? It was just a moment of carelessness, and this fragile boy, like a porcelain doll, was corrupted by the dark crow.

"It's alright, it's alright. This is the cup Vermouth drank from just now. It was on the table and you accidentally swallowed it. We've brewed regular tea. We'll just wash this cup and get a fresh one."

Yin Jiu stood to the side, patting the person's back with concern while frantically filling a cup with warm water from the water dispenser.

Unexpectedly, I heard an even louder vomiting sound from Bourbon.

"No need, I'll just rinse my mouth with tap water."

The cup that Vermouth drank from, that's absolutely disgusting!

Bourbon couldn't help but gag again, barely managing to suppress the strange nausea, then looked at him incredulously, "Vermouth drinks it too? Is she teaching you to drink this?"

Did she not only force Yin Jiu to drink, but Vermouth also personally demonstrated by drinking most of the cup herself?

Amuro Tooru's gaze swept over the blood that was only at the bottom of the cup, and his eyelids began to twitch.

He underestimated the organization's depravity; it had reached the point where "living on the edge of a knife" was becoming widespread.

Isn't it?

No sooner had Amuro Tooru's conjecture begun than Vermouth suddenly revealed a strange smile, "Of course you have to drink it. Not just Kyuu, you have to drink it too from now on. This is a new rule of the organization: each person gets two doses of iron supplements per month, and you have to finish them."

"Replenish iron?" Amuro Tooru was skeptical: Vermouth rarely spoke anything serious.

Based on his experience, he held the cup next to the sink up to his eyes, dipped the bottom in the liquid, and rubbed it between his index finger and thumb.

This stuff looks like real human blood no matter how you look at it.

Who is Vermouth trying to fool?

"Only two doses a month? We absolutely can't waste them." Amuro Tooru lowered his eyes, suddenly having an idea.

He held up the last glass of blood to Vermouth, poised to strike, while his other hand deliberately braced against the table, blocking Vermouth's retreat path. His tone was gentle as he asked, "There's still one glass left. I haven't drunk from this side yet. Do you want to finish it?"

Vermouth: "......?"

"There's really no need for that!" I know you two are true best friends, but can't you at least show some respect for this 'fake boyfriend'?

Yin Jiu, who had been caught in the middle of the two, finally saw Bourbon's actions and her eyes twitched. She then began to mediate.

"Never mind, Tou-ge. Chris is just being mischievous and likes to joke around. I'll drink this stuff."

Forget it? Just kidding?

Amuro Tooru almost laughed at the roe deer's naive words.

"That's right, Xiao Jiu, Amuro is so scary!" Vermouth immediately followed the steps down, and under Amuro Tooru's eerie and horrified gaze, she quickly hid behind Yin Jiu, pretending to wipe away tears.

That damned, pretentious old hag!

Amuro Toru's face turned green.

Yin Jiu, however, was used to it and smoothly picked up Vermouth's act, "It's okay, it's okay, Tou-ge was just being mean, he wouldn't really do anything to you. Right, Tou-ge?"

Amuro Tooru: "...That's right." At least with Yin Jiu present, he really couldn't do anything to Vermouth.

Bourbon was unwilling to accept this. His gaze swept over the crow who was pretending to be young and hugging Yin Jiu. Normally, after so many interactions with Vermouth, he should have caught her red-handed long ago.

However, this guy was very cunning. Digging deeper, Amuro Tooru suddenly realized that, whether by chance or on purpose, after Yin Jiu turned ten, the shadow of the 'Count's Son' could be seen in almost every action of Vermouth.

So, could it be that when they were in America, Eun Gu was actually Vermouth's partner?

No, not possible!

Such a conjecture only flashed through Amuro Tooru's mind before he quickly dismissed it.

Are you kidding me? How old was Yin Jiu back then?

Moreover, given Xiao Jiu's physical condition, Amuro Tooru would rather believe that Vermouth was too busy to take care of the child, which is why she brought Yin Jiu along on every mission.

Moreover, the identity of "son of an earl" is indeed useful. When faced with the privileged class of another country being "accidentally" linked to international criminals, the top leaders of most countries will ultimately choose to keep quiet and handle the matter in secrecy.

Keeping it secret is tantamount to giving the organization, this group of crows, the opportunity to operate in secret.

So... Vermouth truly lives up to her reputation as the most favored woman; even a perfect 'get-out-of-jail-free card' like Yin Jiu had previously been exclusively enjoyed by Vermouth.

Thinking of this, Amuro Tooru couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, not because he intended to use Yin Jiu like Vermouth did.

Rather, it stems from a subjective comparison of desires, and a resentment towards the fact that Yin Jiu is closer to Vermouth.

"Alright, let's get back to the main point. Now that we've confirmed that the person who kidnapped Hattori wasn't a member of the organization, why don't we call the police?"

Since Bourbon was completely unwilling to lend a hand, then to save Hattori Heiji while causing some trouble for the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Toru would probably be happy to see that, right?

Having already informed Vodka, Yin Jiu remained completely calm. She changed her cup of tea, took a sip, and said, "I know you don't want to get involved, so let's ask Chris to make the call. She can also take the statement."

I'm such a good boss.

Yin Jiu's gaze fell on Vermouth's face, and seeing that the other party made a 'no objection' gesture, she slowly withdrew her gaze.

"Whatever." Bourbon was happy to see dogs fight, but after 'understanding' Vermouth's use of Yin Jiu, it was hard for him to remain in a high mood.

Yin Jiu: "..." Bourbon's temper is still so unpredictable!

As Yin Jiu savored the emotional nuances in the air, she realized she was gradually getting used to it.

After all, it's the Karasuma Group. It's normal for there to be a few patients with mental disorders in the organization. If all else fails, I'll suggest that Toru go and see him next time he's on the job.

Yin Jiu remained silent, her mind a jumble of thoughts: as a responsible boss, she should always pay attention to the mental health of her subordinates—Bourbon's emotional instability, Shirley's anxiety disorder, Vermouth's histrionic personality disorder...

Oh, and we also have to mention Gin's persecution complex remains unresolved... Maybe their research group should recruit another psychologist?

Yin Jiu felt it was very necessary.