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

"release."

"No."

"release."

"No."

"loose......"

"Oh, Mr. Gin~"

Sonoko Suzuki, believing Gin to be all bark and no bite, immediately interrupted him with a coquettish tone.

"Let's hurry up and check in!"

With that, she took Gin's arm and pulled him away.

Gin: I really didn't mean to go along with her...

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Vodka and Nishino, who were acting as his assistants, exchanged a knowing smile.

Halfway there, Sonoko Suzuki stopped.

Gin also stopped.

He stared at Sonoko Suzuki, his eyes still filled with repulsion.

However, Sonoko Suzuki was already used to it.

"Ugh, I'm so tired,"

Sonoko wiped the sweat from her brow, then pulled Gin to their private lounge, found a place to sit down, and...

"Mr. Yin, let's sit here for now."

"???"

Gin was full of questions.

Didn't we agree to check in?

Sonoko Suzuki seemed to notice Gin's confusion and smiled, pointing to Secretary Nishino.

"This kind of thing can be left to Secretary Nishino."

"Let's wait for him here."

"......"

Gin fell silent.

A moment later, he questioned Sonoko Suzuki with an unfriendly expression.

"Then why did you pull me over here just now?"

"Eh?"

Sonoko Suzuki covered her face with her hands, feigning surprise.

"Didn't Mr. Yin just agree to come and sit with me because he was also feeling too tired?"

"I......."

Gin has something on his mind that he doesn't know whether he should say or not...

At this moment, Vodka, the little follower, also trotted over.

"Brother,"

Vodka spoke respectfully to Gin.

"I was going to check you in, but Secretary Nishino had already gone."

"Well, I see."

Gin nodded.

Sonoko Suzuki looked at the vodka with some surprise.

"Hey?! Mr. Vodka, what are you doing here?"

"I......"

Vodka was dumbfounded.

Was I getting in their way...?

While Nishino was on duty, Sonoko Suzuki, Gin, and Vodka chatted casually.

Well, that's what they say, but in reality, it was mostly Sonoko Suzuki rambling on and on, with Gin occasionally mumbling something, while Vodka didn't dare utter a single word...

"correct,"

Sonoko Suzuki suddenly asked Gin with a mysterious expression,

"Mr. Yin, do you know why we're here right now?"

"Because we're going to America."

Gin replied indifferently.

He glanced at Suzuki Sonoko with displeasure. Why did this woman keep asking such pointless questions all day long?

"Oh dear, Mr. Yin! That's not what I meant!"

Sonoko Suzuki was somewhat dissatisfied with Gin's answer and quickly gestured.

"I mean, do you know why we're sitting here in first class?"

"Humph!"

Gin snorted coldly upon hearing this.

Isn't it because you have money?

You really think I'm poor, huh? You're showing off just because you're flying first class...

"Oh no, no, no,"

Sonoko Suzuki sensed that Gin might have misunderstood again, and quickly said...

That's not what I meant.

"My mom was worried about our safety and wanted us to charter a plane to go there, but the thought of that would make life feel so surreal!"

"My encounter with you, Mr. Yin, was because I was willing to lower my stance back then, and that's how I met you. Now, we..."

As she spoke, Sonoko Suzuki lowered her head, seemingly a little shy.

Seeing her like this, Gin couldn't help but grip the armrest of the chair next to him tightly.

What's wrong with them? Do they have some kind of special relationship now?

This woman is really...

Besides, does first class somehow have a more down-to-earth feel?! Who would lower themselves to first class?!

And so, Secretary Nishino returned not long after.

After a while, the four of them boarded the plane.

Well, Gin and Sonoko Suzuki were naturally seated next to each other, while Vodka and Secretary Nishino were not seated together.

Secretary Nishino knew that Mr. Kurosawa had his reasons for bringing people over, and that she shouldn't get too close.

"Huh?! Mr. Gin, it's raining outside!"

Sonoko Suzuki, looking overly alarmed, shook Gin's arm.

Gin glanced at her, then looked out the window, too lazy to say anything.

It's just raining, what's so strange about that?

"Mr. Yin,"

Sonoko Suzuki raised her head, her big eyes blinking as she looked at Gin.

"If it rains outside, will something bad happen?"

"What could possibly happen?"

Gin replied calmly.

Cherry, that jinx, isn't here, and there are hardly any people in first class on the plane. What could possibly happen...?

"What if the plane gets struck by lightning?!"

Sonoko Suzuki was speaking abstract words.

As she spoke, she snuggled closer to Gin.

"Mr. Yin, you'll have to protect me then!"

"......"

Gin had long anticipated the low intelligence of this Suzuki Sonoko.

However, he didn't expect this stupid woman to ask a question that would further shatter his understanding of the limits of human comprehension.

Is it possible?

Gin said coldly,

"Airplanes fly above the clouds."

"Eh?"

Sonoko Suzuki looked surprised.

"Is that so?!"

Gin fell silent.

You've flown so many times, don't you know that?

Let alone the absurd notion that being struck by lightning is impossible, even if something did happen to the plane...

Gin glanced at a burly underling across the aisle.

There's still vodka, isn't there?

Vodka felt his older brother's trusting gaze and instinctively straightened his chest, looking proud.

Gin was very satisfied.

Even with vodka around, it's still best to avoid this kind of thing happening...

Before long, all the first-class passengers had arrived.

As a woman with burgundy hair boarded the plane and sat in the seat in front of Gin, Vodka, who was across the aisle from Gin, made a sound of surprise.

Gin glanced at him.

Vodka quickly leaned close to Gin's ear and explained to him,

"Big brother, this looks like the famous stage actress Maki Juri."

"do not know."

Gin stated that he had no idea who this person was.

What famous stage actress? Could she possibly be more famous than Vermouth, an award-winning actress?

Vermouth, he even...

Cough cough, those aren't good memories, let's not talk about them anymore.