Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"You want to develop a career as a psychologist?" Junairek was still studying sample films in the lab when he received Yin Jiu's call, looking bewildered.

"Yes, don't you think our lab lacks codename members for this kind of research?" Yin Jiu said, letting out a barely perceptible sigh.

In fact, the most efficient solution for such personnel changes would be to first consult with Gin and Vermouth.

But since both of them were currently ill, Yin Jiu had no choice but to settle for second best and turn her attention to Junerick, one of only two members of the research group without mental illness.

"Although our research group provides its members with abundant medical resources, there is still a lack in the area of ​​psychological healing. Shouldn't we improve it?"

"Hiss... You're right in theory."

Is Glenfiddich finally willing to face his psychological problems?

Junairik hesitated for half a second, instinctively sensing a trap, so he cautiously offered a compliment before carefully posing his question, "But given the organization's current situation, who would be willing to directly reveal their true feelings to other members?"

Not to mention that the investigation team members, who were full of all sorts of wickedness, were afraid of being 'left with' by them, even the action team members, who were full of courage, probably wouldn't want their inner world to be spied on at will.

“Indeed, you’ve hit the nail on the head. That’s why we need to find an experienced, versatile person who can analyze multiple disciplines and subtly analyze other people’s psychology.” Yin Jiu agreed with Junai Ruik’s question. Putting aside Gin and Vermouth, Bourbon was a very typical example of someone who was good at deception.

It's unlikely that he'll voluntarily share his inner wounds, so he'll just have to put in more effort on his own. "By the way, it would be best to find someone who isn't easily intimidated by murderous intent."

Once Bourbon, Vermouth, and Sherry are cured, we can also take a look at Gin's paranoia.

Yin Jiu always kept her 'old father' in her heart.

Junerek screamed, "How can such harsh conditions be met?!"

The moment he heard "not easily intimidated by murderous aura," his eyelids twitched, and then he recalled Glenfiddich's pathological assessment of Gin... Could it be that Glenfiddich was trying to recruit someone to treat Gin's illness?!

Toxic!

If you want to be dealt with by Gin, don't drag him into it!

After yelling, Junairek wanted to hang up the phone immediately, cursing under his breath, but a spark flashed in his mind: "Wait, we actually have someone like that!"

"Huh?" Yin Jiu had almost given up hope, but suddenly things took a turn for the better, and she immediately perked up.

"Kyosuke Kazato! He was rescued by Gin and recently had plastic surgery." Junerek slapped his forehead, took out the USB drive containing detailed information about Kyosuke Kazato from the drawer, and began reading it.

"A medical student from Kyoto University, once known for his 'divine left hand,' he later transferred to the cardiology department due to a wrist injury. So, does he perfectly fit the bill?"

“Indeed.” Yin Jiu paused for a moment, recalling this ‘highly qualified’ cardiologist. “But isn’t he a surgeon? I thought that after his hand recovered, he would be more willing to continue his research in surgical experiments. He might not be happy to let people enter the field of cardiology, right?”

“It’s hard to say.” Junerek’s hand slid across the computer screen, directly bringing up the last page of job assignments. “His wrist injury has been going on for too long, and he still needs some time to rehabilitate. So until then, we can let him take over the psychotherapy work in the research group. We can transfer him back when the conditions are right.”

Anyway, Kyosuke Kazato can only be considered an outsider at best, so it's only right that he, as a temporary worker, does more work.

“In that case, have him come to Beihu Hospital.” Yin Jiu thought for a moment, picked out a name that didn’t quite look right from the list of attending physicians on the table, and crossed it out lightly. “I’ve already prepared a place for him. Have him come over to hand over his duties.”

"it is good."

-

Yin Jiu's 'high efficiency' hadn't even had a chance to bring surprises to Gin and Vermouth, but it gave Bourbon quite a fright first.

This overly unfamiliar cardiologist... could he be an FBI agent?

Bourbon looked at Kazato Kyosuke with suspicion, but the latter took out his business card first and handed it to Amuro Tooru. "Kyoka Kazato, this is my name."

"Kazeto?" That sounded more familiar than the face.

Amuro Tooru took the business card, glanced at Kazato Kyosuke a couple more times to confirm that it was indeed a face he had never seen before, and then retreated outside the room.

"Is he Bourbon or Vermouth?" Kazato Kyosuke recognized Yin Jiu and was very grateful to the boy who had saved him from danger and given his left hand a new lease on life.

So I rushed over as soon as I received the assignment from Glenfiddich.

Hearing that Yin Jiu had been spending a lot of time with Bourbon and Vermouth disguised as Bourbon lately, he began to have doubts.

“It’s Bourbon. He’s the patient with the mental disorder mentioned in the file.” Yin Jiu smiled and didn’t hide anything. “The others didn’t come today, but you’ve met a few of them before: Grace Ehara, Chris Vineyard, and Gin.”

"Gin...sake?" Kyosuke Kazato's mind went blank for half a second. He quickly flipped through the documents, turned to the second page, hesitated slightly, and pointed to a line of text, saying, "Persecution complex?"

“That’s right, Dr. Kazeto, you’re so experienced. You recognized his medical record at a glance.” Yin Jiu clasped her hands together, her wine-red eyes sparkling with anticipation as she looked at Kazeto Kyosuke. “He’s a key patient who needs treatment. Can you cure him?”

Once he's cured, he'll apply for a code name for Kyosuke Kazeto!

"It's a bit... difficult." Kazato Kyosuke reluctantly placed the 'dangerous' document on the table, swallowed hard, but when he noticed Yin Jiu's instantly disappointed expression, his guilt forced him to change his mind, "But it's not like we can't give it a try..."

But after all, this was Yin Jiu's first request to him, so how could he refuse!

Kyosuke Kazato was conflicted. The balance of reason in his mind was affected by the bloodline energy of the drug, tilting in a completely uncontrollable direction.

"In short, I will do my best to achieve the treatment goal."

"Thank you then."

The experimental subject cannot refuse to regenerate its 'mother'.

Yin Jiu smiled enigmatically, effortlessly obtaining the promise she desired.

The other end.

After closing the door to the therapy room, Amuro Tooru did not wait there, but rushed to Yin Jiu's room.

"The sapling is completely buried in the soil, without retaining any leaves. Whether it survives or not is up to fate."

Amuro Tooru took out the sapling that Kazami Yuya had brought early that morning from his bag and muttered to himself as he inserted it into the flowerpot.

There was no other way; Yin Jiu usually kept a close eye on the flowerpots, and they would only leave them out of sight during the time she was in the therapy room.

He had to restore the soil to its original state before Yin Jiu came out.

Amuro Tooru silently counted the time in his mind, while using his other hand to hold a small wooden stick and dig through the soil, pulling up the original 'little orange corpse'.

"Ok?"

As expected, the stick struck the hard object, and with a flick of the black crow's wrist, a round, black listening device was ejected with a 'snap' and fell onto the table.

"..." Bourbon's face was ashen. The scene froze for half a second. He followed his instincts and subconsciously reached out, this time touching the very bottom of the potted plant.

Another tracker, covered by a sticker, was pulled out.