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

The following evening

Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, the Porsche 356A slowly pulled up in front of a karaoke bar.

Gin turned off the engine, stared straight ahead, and said coldly to Lin Jiayou, who stood calmly beside him.

"We're here. Get off."

"Ah,"

Lin Jiayou sneered and calmly lit a cigarette using the lighter in the gin car.

"It's the same line over and over again, there's nothing new about it."

After saying this casually, he opened the car door and got out.

Gin put away the keys, gave Lin Jiayou a chilling look, but said nothing and got out of the car.

Lin Jiayou raised an eyebrow slightly as he watched Gin get out of the car, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"What? You're here too?"

"When we were drinking yesterday, you weren't included."

Lin Chia-yu remained expressionless, as if stating a fact.

Upon hearing Lin Jiayou's words, Gin subconsciously placed his left hand on his waist.

Then, realizing what was happening, he narrowed his eyes and said coldly,

"I came here to keep an eye on you."

"I don't want my subordinates and colleagues to get addicted to drugs or anything like that."

With that, Gin let out a cold laugh.

"As for your two drinking buddies from yesterday, they can't make it."

"Ok?"

Lin Jiayou glanced at Gin and said casually,

"You killed them?"

Gin: I f***ing...

He really wanted to take out the Beretta from his waist and make a hole in Lin Jiayou's head.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Gin gave a cold snort, slightly raised his head, and said...

"Chianti and Calvados both received new assignments today and can't come."

Have you received a new assignment?

Lin Jiayou was slightly taken aback. Chianti and Calvados didn't seem like the type of people who would skip karaoke for the sake of a mission.

Could it be...

Lin Jiayou glanced at Gin and understood.

So that's how it is. You've been given a mission, haven't you?

They stopped arguing and walked into the karaoke room.

As they walked, Lin Jiayou casually asked Gin,

"Is this also one of the organization's properties?"

"no,"

Gin didn't even bother to turn his head, and said indifferently,

"Tequila's decision to treat guests without choosing any of the organization's products shows a lack of sincerity."

"This is the best karaoke bar in Beika Town, they've really gone all out."

"Ah."

Lin Jiayou nodded.

Tequila is the best! They're treating you like this, and to the best of everything.

Unlike Gin.

Lin Jiayou doesn't know if he'll ever get to eat a meal with Gin in his lifetime.

Wait a minute, he felt like something was missing from Gin today...

Lin Jiayou stopped and carefully examined Gin.

Still blonde, not faded by overwork, her eyes still sharp and unworn, Beretta still around her waist... something's missing...

Lin Jiayou suddenly realized something and asked Gin with a blank expression,

"What about vodka?"

"You stopped just for this?"

Gin's smooth forehead looked like it was about to bulge out veins.

He really wants to use a Beretta to pry open Lin Jiayou's head and see what's inside.

Gin quickly pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, took a deep drag, then regained his composure and said coldly,

"He and Tequila came over first, they're inside."

Lin Jiayou nodded.

That's good.

I thought Vodka got driven off by Gin because he was such a good driver.

With directions from the waiter, Lin Jiayou and Gin quickly found the private room that Tequila and Vodka had reserved earlier.

Before they even opened the door, Lin Jiayou and the other person could faintly hear the rough sound of tequila coming from inside the private room.

It sounds quite melodic; is it already singing?

"It looks like it's started."

Lin Jiayou said calmly.

Gin nodded indifferently.

Lin Jiayou reached out and pushed open the door to the private room and went inside, with Gin following closely behind.

This time, they could hear the singing much more clearly...

"Though I wear Western clothes, my heart remains Chinese—my ancestors have long ago imprinted everything about me with the mark of China..."

Tequila, dressed in a black suit, stood in the center of the private room, head to the sky and feet to the ground, holding a large microphone in his hand, his eyes slightly narrowed, his tall and burly body swaying slightly involuntarily with the music.

With a rugged yet husky and unrestrained tone, the song, filled with revolutionary themes, expresses the deep homesickness of overseas Chinese.

The volume of the tequila rose again, marking the start of the climactic chorus.

"The Yangtze River and the Great Wall, Mount Huangshan and the Yellow River, weigh a thousand pounds in my heart—"

"No matter when, no matter where, we are always the same in our hearts—"

Lin Jiayou was completely numb.

He stared blankly at the tequila in the center of the stage, and even unconsciously stopped in his tracks.

Lin Jiayou looked around, wondering if he had gone to the wrong place. Could this not be Beika, but Ikebukuro?

But even if this is Ikebukuro, this doesn't make sense!

Why the hell is Tequila playing "My Chinese Heart"?!

And...their pronunciation is actually quite standard?!

It felt much better than his strange Japanese accent.

Alright, Tequila, confess now. Were you an undercover agent sent to Japan by the Chinese Dragon Group twenty years ago?

In order to obtain the elixir of immortality, you went to great lengths to infiltrate the organization, using the alias Agave!

Lin Jiayou thought to himself.

He glanced at Gin, only to find that Gin had already taken the lead and was already sitting on the sofa.

Not only that, but sensing Lin Jiayou's gaze, Gin returned a mocking look, as if to say:

Haha, don't be surprised, it's nothing.

Am I surprised?

Lin Jiayou tried his best to give Gin a fierce look, but he remained calm and composed.

The resistance against the body failed.

Lin Jiayou obediently walked over and sat down next to Gin.

He pointed to Tequila, who was still singing passionately and even shedding tears, and asked Gin expressionlessly, "..."

"you do not mind?"

"What do you mind?"

Gin frowned, wondering what Lin Jiayou was going to say.

He casually shared his understanding.

“Everyone in the organization has their own private life and hobbies, and the organization has no need to interfere.”

"Vodka likes to idolize celebrities, Cohen likes to ride Ferris wheels, Calvados likes to be a simp..."

"That's all normal, I can't be bothered with it."

Okay, Lin Jiayou understands.

In Gin's view, Tequila singing patriotic songs is like vodka liking to follow celebrities or Cohen liking to ride Ferris wheels—it's a personal hobby.

As long as it doesn't affect Tequila pulling the trigger, none of this matters.