On the possibility of Gin's younger brother taking his older brother away

On this side, after Ireland kidnapped Conan, he returned to the base immediately, tied him up in his own lounge, took most of his hair and went to the laboratory in the base.

At the door, he met Gin and Vermouth who had just come out of the laboratory. It was no secret in the organization that the two of them had blood drawn regularly.

When enemies meet, they are extremely jealous of each other, although it was only one-sided on Ireland's side.

"Hey, Gin."

He greeted maliciously.

Gin was called by that person to test him early in the morning. Before he could even start a fight with the organization, he had another tube of blood drawn. He was already in a bad mood, and now the ready-made punching bag was delivered to his door. He turned his head sarcastically and said, "Isn't it a little late to inherit Pisk's company now?"

It was common knowledge in the organization that Pisco's car company had been acquired by the Karasuma Group after his death.

Vermouth stood aside and watched the show. It was rare to see Gin so obviously angry.

"You!" Ireland clenched his hands in his pockets as he was poked in the trachea.

Feeling the bag in his hand, his arrogance subsided a little.

Let Gin be proud for a while. After he finishes the DNA test and confirms that Kudo Shinichi is not dead but has become smaller. Such a serious mistake at work will definitely not escape punishment!

"Humph."

Ireland let out a cool hum, taking the initiative to end the argument and enter the lab.

Gin raised an eyebrow, thoughtfully.

He had just received a message from Cohen that Edogawa Conan had slipped out of the hospital. Combined with Ireland's forbearing look, it seemed that he had noticed the identity of the kid and was anxious to identify him.

"It's so rare that he didn't say anything." Vermouth felt a little regretful that there was no more fun to watch.

At this moment, she noticed that Gin gave her an ambiguous look and laughed.

"What's wrong with you?" Vermouth asked curiously.

"I thought of something interesting."

Gin said this and left.

----

Here, Bourbon and Kiel are trying hard to find traces of Curacao.

With authorization, he accessed Curacao's intranet account and checked her browsing history.

With Curacao's preliminary preparations, they quickly found the character Jiichiro Haimizu and followed the clues to find the dance hall.

Considering that Curacao and the people she took away were very likely to be dealt with by this Gray Water Jiichiro, Bourbon cautiously sent out low-level members of the intelligence team to check.

Just now, the people who went to investigate brought back a message - they found a woman who looked like Curacao.

As for why it was suspected, it was because the woman only appeared for a moment and was blocked by the crowd, and she had short white hair.

After receiving the news, Bourbon immediately contacted Rum.

"short hair?"

Rum thought Curacao was dead, but now it seems that is not the case.

Could it be that she really defected?

"You and Kiel go check it out now, send me the address and I'll be there in a bit."

"clear."

Bourbon didn't expect Rum to go and check it out in person. It seems that Curacao means a lot to him.

"What happened?" asked Kil.

Bourbon came back to his senses and sat back in front of the computer. "Lord Rum will be there soon. Prepare the weapons and manpower first. We will go over to investigate the situation first."

Kiel did not suspect anything and went to make preparations as Bourbon had requested.

After confirming that Kiel had left and there were no surveillance cameras here, Bourbon immediately sent a message to Yuya Kazami, asking him to take his men to ambush in the dance hall.

This is an excellent opportunity, and the second-in-command of the organization is worth him exposing his identity and arresting him.

When Yuya Kazami brought the news that the preparations were complete, Kiel had just gathered his men.

The two drove to the dance hall in Shibuya.

Kabukicho at night is a completely different life from that during the day. Bourbon and Kiel disguised themselves as a couple and blended into the dance hall with the crowd.

Some of the people they brought were scattered in the surrounding shops, while others entered the dance hall in batches, waiting for their opportunity to act.

The member who was in contact with Bourbon waited near the door after receiving the message, and then respectfully led the two to the box on the second floor.

Through the one-way glass, you can have a panoramic view of the first floor.

Kiel pulled his laptop out of his bag and asked, "Are there any surveillance cameras here?"

The member shook his head: "No."

"..." Kiel loosened his hand on the computer and looked at Bourbon: "When will Lord Rum arrive?"

What Rum said about coming back later was to give them clues to find the woman who was suspected to be from Curacao.

Bourbon also touched his chin in embarrassment, standing in front of the one-way glass, looking at the surging crowd below and lost in thought.

"Where did you see that person?"

The member stepped forward and pointed in a general direction. "At that time, the woman followed the crowd to that direction. There happened to be a group of people crowding around, blocking my view. When I looked again, there was no one there."

Bourbon had investigated this dance hall before. The owner was an ordinary person, and the force behind him was an inconspicuous small gang.

Jiichiro Haimizu, who attacked the organization's base, had nothing to do with this gang.

But what Curacao found was that Jiichiro Haishui's group often held activities in this dance hall. Did the boss really have nothing to do with them?

Bourbon decided to trust Curacao and his ability to investigate intelligence.

"Let someone cause some trouble down there and reveal some information about that woman. The more people who see it, the better."

"Yes."

Gil, not knowing what Bourbon was planning, walked to the window and stood beside him.

"What are you going to do?"

"Seeing this commotion, we can't attract the woman who looks like Curacao. If we can't, we can ask the people around us."

Soon, there was a commotion downstairs, and Bourbon opened the window to watch the farce unfold.

People who love to join in the fun by nature began to gather towards the scene of the accident.

The man who was causing the trouble seemed to have drunk a lot of alcohol, and the stench of alcohol was strong. He grabbed an innocent passerby and yelled that the man had robbed his girlfriend and brought her here.

When someone asked him what his girlfriend looked like, the troublemaker replied incoherently, "My girlfriend dyed her hair white!"

Bourbon upstairs narrowed his eyes in appreciation, admiring this member's ability to get things done.

The man who was caught seemed to be of some status, and his face was gloomy. His companions wanted to snatch the man back, but the troublemaker's grip was so strong that they couldn't get him away.

The onlookers looked at each other, all curious about who the heroine of the incident was. Many people also recalled and talked about where they had seen a woman with white hair.

Soon, at the strong request of the innocent passerby, a middle-aged man with a big belly appeared and tried to smooth things over.

The troublemakers were quickly picked up and thrown out. Without the excitement, the crowd quickly dispersed, but they were still discussing the incident.

The members of the organization hiding in the crowd collected information, summarized the useful ones and sent them to Bourbon.

There are three white-haired women tonight, and coincidentally, two of them have short hair.