A group of people dressed up as Conan characters, and I guaranteed the Black Team's advancement

A Lamborghini Diablo sped away on the highway, leaving a trail of afterimages. The all-black body was painted with silver accents to complement the car's curves, and the license plate read Shinjuku 300 07-21.

Music played in the car, and Jiang Jin's silver hair was blown by the wind. He was the only car speeding along the highway at this hour. His previous Jaguar, used to hold off Akai Shuichi, had been scratched and bore many marks. Jiang Jin had sent that car for repairs, intending to use it specifically for these kinds of wrecked vehicles in the future.

As for this new car, it is naturally Jiang Jin's new ride. It is one of the coolest sports cars of the 1990s, with only 42 units sold worldwide. It combines the most advanced automotive technology at the time with Italian design aesthetics.

Jiang Jin parked his car in front of a quiet bar called "Floating Clouds and Huai Moon." It was a secluded spot, the same bar he'd taken Miyano Akemi to before, though they hadn't used the main entrance last time. This was the organization's hideout; it was rarely crowded and closed after 10 PM, frequented only by members of the organization. Jiang Jin turned off the engine, turned the car key, and walked into the bar.

In the corner, Vermouth sat elegantly on the soft sofa, and Jiang Jin strode over and sat down opposite her.

"Good evening, Miss Chris." There were no missions today; it was Vermouth who came over. "What can I do for you?"

Vermouth's beautiful blue eyes stared at Jiang Jin. The young man was wearing a black punk-style jacket and black trousers. However, although Jiang Jin was dressed in all black, his clothes were always adorned with some decorations that Gin considered completely useless, creating a black and colorful effect.

"Take a look at this." Vermouth pushed a file to Jiang Jin. Jiang Jin took it and immediately saw a passport photo with the name Kogoro Mouri. "That famous detective who always appears on TV, right? It's from the Metropolitan Police Department, what's up?"

Vermouth, resting her chin on her hand, said, "That guy you mentioned before, what's his name... Conan Edogawa, I saw him when I was disguised as Tomoaki Araide. At first, I was wondering why a little kid would catch your attention."

Jiang Jin tossed aside Kogoro Mouri's file, raised an eyebrow slightly, and waited for Vermouth's follow-up.

"After several encounters, I realized that the child was nothing like an ordinary elementary school student, so I investigated him. I found out that he had stayed at Kogoro Mouri's house, and that the detective had been working on some trivial cases for many years after leaving the Metropolitan Police Department, until this child named Conan came along."

Vermouth, her fingers painted with violet nail polish, flipped through the documents and touched Conan's photo.

"I also investigated other people connected to Kogoro Mouri, including a high school detective named Shinichi Kudo who went missing. The timing of his disappearance coincides perfectly with his reappearance. That can't be a coincidence, can it?" Vermouth narrowed her eyes. "Sherry left the organization recently, supposedly to receive some new experimental mission. Duago, do you know something about this?"

A waiter approached with a glass of wine, bent down, and placed it in front of Jiang Jin: "Sir, this is a treat from our boss."

Jiang Jin turned his head and saw Aimod behind the bar. He raised his glass to thank her, and Aimod nodded slightly before continuing with her own business.

“Miss Chris’s intelligence gathering and investigation abilities are indeed well-deserved; everything you found is correct.” Jiang Jin crossed his long legs. “Edogawa Conan and Kudo Shinichi are the same person; he took the drug that Sherry was researching.”

Vermouth tightened her grip on the cup.

Jiang Jin continued, "Shirley's mission is to monitor Conan and secretly use his blood samples to continue this experimental direction."

"Snap—" Vermouth lit a slender cigarette, and through the swirling smoke, her beautiful yet dangerous gaze pierced through the smoke. "So he's the test subject? You want me to kill him? Doesn't that mean I'm going against the orders from above? I dare not pay you this hush money."

Jiang Jin leaned forward, holding his wine glass: "Miss Chris, think carefully, if you kill that kid, the experiment can't continue. You should be... the person who hates that kind of drug the most, right?"

Vermouth looked at the young man opposite her, and at that moment she finally looked him in the eye. This young man probably knew far more than she had imagined.

"Then I can just kill Sherry; that would solve the problem better."

Jiang Jin laughed: "After all these years, I don't believe Miss Chris hasn't tried, yet Sherry is still alive. Besides, I'm responsible for monitoring and protecting Sherry. What if my superiors blame me if she dies?"

Vermouth sneered: "That child is an experiment. Won't the higher-ups blame me if I lay a hand on him?"

“Miss Chris, I don’t need to tell you how important you are to that person, do I? I’m just a small member of the organization, how can I compare to you?” Jiang Jin spread his hands and said, “Killing him won’t be that simple, Miss Chris. That kid is far more difficult to deal with than you think.”

Japanese TV station.

"minister."

"Ah."

"Good morning, Ono-chan."

Good morning.

A man in a dark green suit, wearing thin-rimmed gold glasses, with black hair and dark brown eyes, answered each question with a serious expression until he entered his office, at which point he slumped unceremoniously into his chair. He had once been a war correspondent who was unfortunately hit by a stray bullet while reporting in Africa. When he woke up, he found himself transported to another world, and his job was exactly the same as the future position he had envisioned before his transmigration.

The phone on the table made a "ding" sound, and Onoshi picked it up and opened the group chat.

[The Winery Family]

Jinjiang: "@Mei Maobing".

Mei Maobing: "Baptist God, you wanted to see me? I just arrived at the TV station, what's up?"

Jinjiang: "You said you work at Nichibumi TV. What exactly do you do? I'd like to arrange for someone to join us."

Lu Renjia: "By the way, I wanted to ask if you've seen Rena Mizunashi?"

Wu Yu: "Immersion God, does the organization have a recruitment website? I'm a hacker, and I really don't want to be a cybersecurity professional anymore. I feel like it's humiliating me."

Bu Xuexi: "I've finished half of the badge research. Wu Yu, could you write a program and send it to me so we can chat privately?"

Wu Yu: "Oh, okay."

Mei Maobing: "I happen to be in Mizunashi Rena's news department. I'm the head of the news department. Baptist God, who do you want to bring in?"

Jinjiang: "Miyano Akemi".

……

"That concludes today's morning news. Thank you for watching and listening." The lights dimmed after the recording ended, and Rena Mizunashi finished tidying her script and got up to leave. As she walked out of the broadcasting studio, she was called back. "Rena, could you come here for a moment?"

Rena Mizunashi turned and walked over. Department head Onoshi and others were waiting near the broadcasting studio, accompanied by a young woman.

"Minister, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Ah, this is our new intern reporter, Masami Nagata, who will be working as your assistant for now," Onoshi introduced. "This is Rena Mizunashi, a well-known news anchor in our department. I think you've seen her on TV many times."

Masami Nagata nodded: "Yes, I'm very lucky to be able to learn from Mizunashi-senpai."

"You flatter me. I'll take Miss Nagata to familiarize herself with the work now, Manager," said Rena Mizunashi.

Just outside the TV station, in a Lamborghini Diablo parked by the roadside, Jiang Jin looked at the messages on his phone from Miyano Akemi and his group chat friend Ono Shi, then smirked and started the car to leave.

The familiar dividing line???

At 21 Beito-cho, Jiang was lounging comfortably in a sun lounger in the garden of a detached house, wearing headphones. Meanwhile, Erha—oh no, Mingyuan—was sitting in another chair, watching a movie on his laptop.

Jiang Jin pulled up his sunglasses, thinking that if you ignored his tail and ears, he really looked like a human.

Mingyuan: Although he didn't say anything, I felt that his words were very vulgar.

"Ding!"

Jiang Jin took out his phone and glanced at it. It was a message from Gin. He took off his sunglasses and sat up: "Shobuchi Kiichiro..."

He stood up from his chair, raised his hand and patted the husky's head: "Husky, I have a mission. You'll have to eat by yourself tonight."

Mingyuan rolled his eyes: "I told you, my name is Mingyuan, stop calling me 'Erha'. Hurry up and go, it's not like you only cook at home. I've become a dog, and you're still exploiting me as a dog worker."

"Sweetie, I'll bring you chocolate when I get back." Jiang Jin grinned, while Mingyuan looked furious. "Are you a devil? Dogs can't eat chocolate! You really are the villain!"

Mingyuan was furious and lashed out, while Jiang Jin rode off on his Ducati.

In Beika Town Square, music from the National Broadcasting Movement is playing. Conan, Ran, the two members of the Detective Boys, and Professor Agasa are doing exercises to the music.

"That's strange, why isn't Mitsuhiko here today?" Ran asked while doing her morning exercises.

“Indeed, he never missed doing exercises before,” Ayumi said, puzzled.

The group planned to visit Mitsuhiko's house after finishing their exercises, but they learned from his sister that Mitsuhiko said he was going camping with Conan and the others after finishing his exercises.

"Camping?" Conan and the others looked at each other, because they had no plans to go camping at all. Mitsuhiko's sister suggested going to his room to see if he had left a note.

Mitsuhiko's older sister rummaged through the drawer and said, puzzled, "He didn't leave a note, and he even took his wallet. I remember he seemed to know a girl from the flower shop, and he borrowed sunscreen from me yesterday. Could he be going to the beach with that girl?"

Finally, Conan and his friends decided to go to the flower shop that Mitsuhiko's sister had mentioned to ask the girl.

Meanwhile, on a highway in Gunma Prefecture, a black Ducati 996 sped along. According to intelligence gathered by the organization in Gunma Prefecture, the low-ranking assassin, Kiichiro Shobuchi, who had previously escaped the organization, took the opportunity to flee while identifying the burial site in Gunma Prefecture.

After arriving at the forest entrance, Jiang Jin checked his gun and ammunition before walking into the forest on foot.

Just before sunset, Conan and his friends followed Mitsuhiko's route to Gunma Prefecture, where they spotted Misao Yamamura of the Gunma Prefectural Police Station on the outskirts of the forest.

"Officer Yamamura? What are you doing?" Conan looked at the many police officers behind Yamamura Misao, who were shining flashlights. Yamamura Misao glanced at his colleagues, then walked over and whispered, "You need to get out of here right now. This forest is very dangerous."

Conan couldn't help but ask, "Officer Yamamura, what happened?"

"It was the serial killer, Shobuchi Kiichiro, who escaped because of my senior's mistake."