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

"Kudo... Yusaku?"

Gin heard this unfamiliar yet familiar name and unconsciously uttered it aloud.

Seeing Gin's behavior, Yukiko Kudo assumed that Mr. Kurosawa had indeed long admired her husband, and immediately seized the opportunity.

"Yes, my husband is Yusaku Kudo!"

"A mystery expert like Mr. Kurosawa must know something about him, right?"

"Well........"

Gin didn't answer, but turned to look at Lin Jiayou.

Is it the Kudo Yusaku he's thinking of?

Lin Jiayou nodded silently.

Yes, it's the Kudo Yusaku you're thinking of.

All right........

Gin felt something was off, but he nodded slightly and took the initiative to add Yukiko Kudo's contact information.

Considering that kid helped attract many undercover agents and intelligence personnel, making a huge contribution to the organization's development.

I'll reluctantly add his mother's phone number...

"Haha, then I won't bother you anymore,"

Yukiko Kudo was delighted and waved playfully.

"My husband will probably arrive in a while. I'll introduce him to you when you have time."

".........good."

Gin remained silent for a long time before finally managing to utter a single word.

He really wanted to say, "Bring your son over sometime, so we can get to know him too."

I really want to see the terrified expression on a seven-year-old's face.

That would be very interesting...

And so, Yukiko Kudo stayed at the station waiting for Yusaku Kudo.

Lin Jiayou and his group, along with others, waited for Vodka's car shortly afterward and got in together.

....................................

Over the next two days, everyone visited the city's attractions.

Perhaps because Hokkaido is not under the jurisdiction of the Grim Reaper, nothing particularly unusual has happened during this period.

However, having come all the way up north, and with it still being winter, it would be a shame not to go skiing.

So, the group of people came to a ski resort surrounded by mountains and forests today.

The plan for today is as follows:

First, we'll ski at the ski resort, and then in the evening we'll have a dinner feast that we've already arranged.

but.........

"Ugh--"

Inside a restaurant at the ski resort, Tequila shook his head helplessly.

"Plans really can't keep up with changes!"

"That's what I said,"

Chianti also looked displeased.

"I clearly said it wouldn't snow today..."

As she spoke, she patted the window in frustration, looking at the heavy snow outside, her anger growing even stronger.

"Is this what it looks like when it doesn't snow?!"

"Who said it wouldn't snow today!"

"Vodka."

Cohen silently delivered the finishing blow.

Vodka's face immediately stiffened, and he quickly waved his hand.

"It's none of my business, it's none of my business."

"I only told you this after I saw it..."

"Shut up, Vodka!"

Seeing everyone's panicked state, Gin's mood, which had been unaffected by the snow, gradually became irritated.

Yes, they are currently trapped in the hotel inside the ski resort, but it's not a big deal.

It just means we'll be coming down the mountain a little later.

We've all been through thick and thin, faced life-or-death crises. How can we blame each other and lose our temper over such a trivial matter?

This is what Gin finds most unbearable.

An organization is strong because its elites are united and work together with one heart and one mind.

They encourage healthy competition, but never shirk responsibility.

Ahem, I've gone off on a tangent.

Actually, Gin just wanted to insult vodka...

"Now we should think about what we should do next?"

Rena Mizunashi's expression darkened, and she raised the crucial question.

"I think this snow is going to get heavier and heavier."

"At this rate, we probably won't be able to get down the mountain tonight."

"Indeed,"

Chianti was also somewhat worried.

"At this point, we definitely can't drive."

"The ski resort is quite a distance from the outside; are we really going to have to walk out there...?"

"I do not mind."

Lin Jiayou said calmly.

He really didn't care. No matter how heavy the snow was, with his speed and stamina, he could easily walk out of the mountain.

But Chianti and the others probably can't do it...

Sure enough, Chianti rolled her eyes.

"You think everyone is like you?!"

"Well, I might consider giving it a try."

Shiho Miyano raised her hand, looking somewhat eager to try.

Agave hesitated for a moment, then scratched its head.

"I can also go for a walk with Cherry and the others..."

"I'm fucking..."

Chianti couldn't help but want to curse.

Damn it, so she's the only weakling here?!

Vodka: To be honest, I am also...

Vodka,

Gin suddenly spoke up, calling out to his underling.

Vodka quickly looked at Gin.

"Big brother, what's wrong...?"

"Use the organization's equipment immediately,"

Gin gave direct orders.

"Find the nearest place to stay nearby."

"okay."

Vodka nodded repeatedly.

Seeing this, Lin Jiayou silently agreed with Gin's approach.

This is a hotel, but it doesn't offer accommodation, and even the number of dining seats is pitifully small.

It would be alright for everyone to sleep here, but it's just too shabby...

Let's first look for a place to stay nearby. If that doesn't work, we can come back here...

Vodka clearly understood this as well, and immediately produced his simplified miniature computer, the size of a real notebook, and began searching.

Not long after...

"Big brother! We found it!"

Vodka looked delighted.

"There's a detached villa about two kilometers away from here, halfway up a mountain!"

"it is good,"

Gin immediately stood up and looked into the distance.

"Let's set off immediately."

"Hey—wait a minute!"

Rena Mizunashi quickly called for a stop, and couldn't help but ask,

"Shouldn't we contact the owner over there first?"

Upon hearing this, the members of the organization all looked at Rena Mizunashi with strange expressions.

Then, Gin glanced at the inside pocket of his trench coat, Tequila looked at the briefcase he was carrying, and Chianti and Cohen looked at the 'guitar' they were slinging over their shoulders...

"Cough cough,"

Tequila coughed twice, speaking with a friendly expression.

"There's no need to contact us first. We're all very approachable, so we can just talk face-to-face."

"With our persuasive skills, we're sure the villa owner will agree..."