Being in Detective Conan, being officially part of the organization is just too awesome!

“Hey, Cohen,”

Only then did Tequila notice why Cohen hadn't said anything, so she patted him on the shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

Cohen was lying on a chair next to the tequila and vodka.

He dressed the same as Shiho Miyano, in shorts and a t-shirt, which was better than being shirtless and wearing vodka and tequila.

At this moment, Cohen also took off his goggles and stared blankly to one side.

Tequila followed his gaze and looked in that direction.

Wow, a whole bunch of beach volleyball girls in bikinis...

"You're pretty good, kid!"

Tequila chuckled and cursed.

He quickly put his arm around Vodka's shoulder and pointed in the direction Cohen was looking.

"Look over there."

"Oh?"

Vodka paused for a moment, about to ask where the tequila was.

Then, following his finger, he saw the white volleyball over there...

Vodka's expression immediately turned serious.

"Oh~"

"understood."

"Understand?"

The tequila chuckled.

"Vodka, look at you, still bragging about how great you are. Cohen already figured out the essence."

"Yes, yes, I was indeed careless this time,"

Vodka was completely convinced.

"Cohen's observation skills are really sharp; a sniper's field of vision is just different..."

Cohen was completely bewildered by their long and detailed analysis.

No, what happened to him?

Why are tequila and vodka suddenly praising themselves like this?

Is this what they call praising before criticizing?

Watching him build tall buildings, watching him entertain guests, watching him...

Do not--

"What...what happened to me...?"

Cohen murmured softly, speaking weakly.

The tequila and vodka exchanged a knowing smile.

Hey, this kid's still playing dumb...

"Uh-huh——"

Vodka cleared his throat, grinned mischievously, and moved closer to Cohen, putting his arm around his shoulder.

"Cohen, tell me what you're looking at?"

"I......"

Cohen stiffened even more.

He really wasn't looking at anything before; he was just spacing out.

The sun is shining so nicely today, and it's a rare occasion for everyone to come out and play during the day. Shouldn't we let him relax a bit...?

However, Cohen dared not admit that he was daydreaming, otherwise everyone would think he was not paying attention and was not up to the task...

"I am here......"

Cohen then noticed that some people seemed to be playing volleyball over there.

"I'm watching a volleyball game over there, it's quite intense."

"Oh, right!"

Vodka clapped his hands.

"That's what Tequila and I admire about you."

"Now we also want to watch volleyball. Let's chat about how well they play volleyball later."

"Ok?"

Cohen was a little confused.

What Vodka said seems to make sense, but something just doesn't feel quite right...

Cohen couldn't think of anything and answered honestly.

"Okay, we'll discuss it together in a bit."

"Hehehe..."

Vodka laughed even harder.

The tequila also started laughing along.

At this moment, Chianti, who was standing next to him, was also tempted.

Her eyes darted around.

"Hey! I have an idea!"

Chianti excitedly approached Sherry again, rubbing her hands together.

"Chengshi, how about we go play volleyball?"

"Ah?!"

Shiho Miyano was once again baffled by Chianti's unconventional way of thinking.

No, this girl is so unpredictable!

"No, no, no!"

Sherry quickly waved her hands, looking very unwilling.

"I'm not very good at volleyball, never mind..."

"Oh, it's okay if you don't play well."

Chianti quickly interrupted her.

"I'm not very good at it either, but the main thing is to have fun."

"Come on, come on, what's so fun about hanging out with those stinky men..."

As she spoke, she immediately grabbed Shiho Miyano's hand and led her over there.

Sherry struggled desperately.

She had already given up hope, after all, Chianti was an elite member of the organization and her physique was definitely not bad, but who knew...

Eh?

Shiho Miyano looked at her hands.

She managed to break free from Chianti's grasp.

"Narima—"

Chianti looked heartbroken.

How could you reject me like this!

"I......"

Sherry hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

It was Lin Jiayou who quickly came to her rescue.

"Alright, Chianti."

“Sungmi doesn’t like playing sports that involve physical contact.”

"cut--"

Chianti pursed her lips.

Since Cherry has already said that, what else can she say?

"Okay, okay,"

Chianti sighed and walked that way.

"I'll go play by myself."

She walked over to the group playing beach volleyball.

When the volleyball players saw Chianti with her short hair and a butterfly tattoo on her face, they were a little scared and instinctively wanted to refuse her.

However, Chianti used her silver tongue to successfully persuade the girls to join the volleyball team.

Lin Jiayou and the others couldn't help but watch for a while as well.

After watching for a few minutes, Shiho Miyano felt very fortunate.

Luckily, I didn't agree to play with Chianti.

People really know how to have fun!

Chianti, in particular, has excellent physical attributes, coupled with superb touch and awareness, allowing him to excel in any position.

She can handle everything with ease, from setting the ball to spike it.

that is.......

Sherry narrowed her eyes, sensing that Chianti had ulterior motives.

Why is it that every time she tries to save a ball, she ends up saving her teammate instead...?

Although Chianti's save technique is quite unique.

However, this made Tequila and Vodka even happier.

"Wow, Chianti made a great save!"

Vodka clapped his hands and praised loudly.

Agave nodded repeatedly.

"That's right, they really got the ball out this time..."

And Cohen...

He was genuinely watching the volleyball match intently.

As he watched, he silently memorized the information, just as he would for an upcoming sniping mission.

The player in the blue shirt had terrible first pass reception, and the team lost by a third at the start.

The one with the long yellow hair is no good either; Chianti's passes are so good, she can't even spike a good ball.

The one in the purple shirt is even worse; he can't even get the ball over the bar when serving.

Chianti is pretty good, but she makes a lot of mistakes and always ends up saving the opponent...

Lin Jiayou remained expressionless, seemingly lost in thought.

Gin...

Gin had already put his left hand into the pocket of his black trench coat.

He no longer seemed angry; instead, he appeared quite calm...