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

"Ah,"

Gin sneered.

"You're still as wicked as ever, always enjoying playing these pointless games."

Although this game was quite useful...

He added silently to himself.

Of course, it's impossible to say that out loud.

"I call this being single-minded,"

Lin Jiayou said calmly,

"It's better than someone who's fickle."

"Am I fickle?"

Gin frowned and narrowed his eyes.

He wanted to know how he could be considered fickle, since his loyalty to the organization was unwavering...

"Someone previously claimed to hate detectives the most,"

Lin Jiayou's face held a mocking expression.

"Now he's been rambling on and on, how's that any different from the way detectives solve cases?"

"I'm so pissed off..."

Gin was filled with anger, but hesitated to speak.

However, he found himself unable to refute the argument...

Gin couldn't help but feel a deep sense of doubt.

Am I really going to become one of those annoying detectives, spending all my time just talking...?

"alright,"

Lin Jiayou finished his cigarette, patted Gin on the shoulder, and said calmly,

"Since you've already guessed what I'm going to do, you can do the rest of the work."

"Remember to make sure it's done properly so I can report back to that gentleman."

After saying that, Lin Jiayou turned and left.

Gin nodded subconsciously, and then...

In a fit of anger, he crushed the cigarette in his hand...

I'm the damn head of the branch!

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

Two days later, in a remote mountain area

It seemed like deep winter had arrived, and a heavy snowstorm was falling throughout Hokkaido.

A bus was speeding along the winding mountain road.

"Ouch, slow down, slow down..."

Tequila, sitting in the passenger seat, gripped the door handle and screamed in terror.

Vodka, as the driver, grinned.

"It's too slow, it's already very slow."

"Should I draft it...?"

Looking at the heavy snow outside, where visibility was barely ten meters, and then at the vodka's speedometer pointing to 120 mph, Tequila finally cursed out loud...

Although he knew that with Vodka himself in the car, he certainly wouldn't let it overturn; otherwise, even he, being the weakest among them, wouldn't survive...

but........

What if Vodka smoked marijuana?

What if Vodka's girlfriend went missing the night before and had a great time...?

And no matter what, driving at 120 km/h in a blizzard is still just too terrifying...

Compared to Tequila, the people in the back row didn't seem worried at all.

Cohen quietly read his novel, *Battle Through the Heavens*, completely absorbed in it...

Lin Jiayou and Qin Jiu were playing chess, but in the end, neither could gain the upper hand...

Sherry, who had been 'abandoned' by Lin Jiayou, held a map, looking at the route with a hesitant expression on her face...

“Hey, Shirley,”

Vodka finally spoke up.

"Why haven't we arrived yet?"

"Didn't we agree it would only be seventy-odd kilometers?"

"We've been driving for almost two and a half hours..."

"Um, don't rush,"

Sherry first wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, then spoke with some hesitation.

"We should, maybe, probably are almost there...?"

"what?"

Vodka is full of question marks.

Could you please stop using so many modifiers?

The way you're doing this makes me, the driver, feel very unsafe...

Swah——

As Vodka muttered these words to himself, the car sped off a corner, narrowly avoiding a plunge off the cliff...

"Hurry, hurry, hurry........."

Tequila was so shaken by Vodka's driving skills that she could barely speak...

Vodka was taken aback by Tequila's words.

"what?!"

"We need to speed it up even more?!"

"That won't do. Even with another 50 or 60 yards, I'm not 100% confident..."

"Slow down!"

Tequila was so angry she almost exploded, and roared at Vodka.

Vodka shrank back and turned to Tequila to explain.

"You can rest assured, I'm driving very steadily right now, everything is under control..."

Tequila, however, paid no attention to what was being said, staring ahead with a look of terror on her face.

He shouted repeatedly.

"Step on the brakes, step on the brakes..."

Swah——

Vodka didn't even look back, and drifted around the corner again.

The car narrowly made it through the bend.

After doing all this, Vodka grinned at Tequila.

"See? I told you everything was under control..."

"that........."

Sherry's voice suddenly rang out.

However, this time it wasn't just hesitation, but also a hint of apology.

"I'm so sorry..."

"It seems we've gone the wrong way..."

"........."

The two people in the front seats fell silent.

Vodka got a headache.

Although he enjoys driving, he only likes driving nice, secondhand cars with two big, white headlights. Nobody likes driving those bulky buses...

Agave was almost driven mad with anger.

He already thought vodka driving was terrifying, and now he was being told he'd have to sit in this guy's car for a long time...

He's over forty, can't you be a little more understanding of older people...?

"Oh, it's alright, it's alright,"

Sitting in the last row, half-leaning against Rena Mizunashi, Chianti lazily popped a handful of potato chips into her mouth as she spoke.

"Take your time, no rush, no rush, we're not in a hurry..."

Rena Mizunashi affectionately ruffled Chianti's hair, patted her shoulder, and gestured that half of her body was numb, asking her to turn over.

Chianti, as if on cue, immediately changed her position again and continued to be a useless bum...