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

It was already afternoon dismissal time at Teitan Elementary School. Conan didn't go home with Ran and the other three children; instead, he headed to the infirmary alone.

"Come in." After Conan knocked on the door, Ai Haibara's voice came from inside. He pushed the door open, walked in, and closed it behind him. Last time, their conversation was interrupted by other teachers who came over.

Ai Haibara glanced at Conan, leaned back, and said, "Edogawa-kun, is there something you need?"

"What did you mean by what you said last time?" Conan asked seriously. "What did you mean by saying you were the only one who could possibly turn me back? What exactly is your relationship with the organization?"

Ai Haibara tilted her head slightly to look at him: "Guess."

Conan:?

"The drug you were given was called APTX-4869, and I made it," Ai Haibara replied with a light laugh. Conan's pupils constricted. "You made it? Why would you make such a harmful poison!"

Ai Haibara leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands, and said, "Who said it was poison? Haven't you already experienced the true effects of this drug firsthand? The only thing to say is that the poison is its side effect. As for who I am, what are you going to do if I say I'm part of the organization? Call the police and have me arrested?"

Conan choked.

"Putting aside whether you have any evidence to prove I committed a crime, if you arrest me, you'll never get the antidote that lets you turn back." Ai Haibara raised her chin slightly, looking at him with a half-smile. "Even if you don't care about yourself, don't you care about your childhood friend?"

Conan clenched his fists. He was in a very passive position. Just as the other person said, he could not care, but he could not let Ran stay like this forever.

"So, what do you want to do?" Conan believed that the other party must have some purpose in saying these words.

“It’s so easy talking to smart people.” Ai Haibara opened a drawer and took out a small medicine box. “It’s simple. You will be my test subject. I will continue to research the antidote for this drug. Once the final antidote is developed, the drug I really want to make will definitely be able to be made. At that time, you will get the antidote, and I will also achieve my goal.”

Ai Haibara pushed the medicine box toward Conan: "Don't worry, I will never kill you, and I don't kill anyone. I'm just a researcher, so this deal is very worthwhile. Of course, if you don't want to, then things won't look so nice."

After pondering for a moment, Conan lowered his eyes and took the medicine box from the table.

“The current antidote is unstable, so your exact recovery time is uncertain. The medicine in this box is the same as the one you took before. Based on observation, the recovery time is one and a half days.” Ai Haibara nodded as he took the medicine and said, “I’m still working on the next stage of the medicine. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”

Conan, holding the medicine box, said in a deep voice, "Since this is a collaboration, Ai Haibara shouldn't be your real name, right?"

"Even if you knew, what could you do?" Ai Haibara leaned back in her chair, looking at Conan with a slightly condescending gaze. "I told you, I'm just a researcher. Knowing too much about the organization won't do you any good..."

In the dressing room of Nichiuri TV, Akemi Miyano stared at the message on her phone in silence. In the end, she saved the phone number and sent a message.

It was midnight at the Fuyun Huaiyue Bar.

Jiang Jin sat at the bar, a dark, almost black cocktail in his glass with round ice cubes. The light shone on the ice cubes, making the cocktail appear multicolored.

A gentle breeze blew in as the bar door was pushed open, and Rei Furuya, wearing a black jacket, sat down on a high stool next to Jiang Jin.

Emmod glanced at Rei Furuya, picked up the glass beside him, added ice, and poured in the amber-red tea-colored liquor.

"What exactly was that invitation you mysteriously slipped to me last time?" Furuya Rei asked, glancing sideways. Jiang Jin, holding a wine glass, turned and pushed it towards Furuya Rei, "What's the rush, Rei? The organizers haven't arrived yet."

As soon as Jiang Jin finished speaking, the bar door was pushed open, a fragrant breeze wafted in, and the sound of high heels rang out.

"You two arrived quite early."

Rei Furuya turned his head and said, "So it's you, Vermouth. That makes sense, there aren't many people in the organization who like this kind of thing."

Vermouth chuckled and gracefully sat down on the other side of Jiang Jin, saying, "I didn't expect you to bring Bourbon here. When did you two have this kind of relationship? After all, this wasn't an order from above."

“We don’t have a particularly good relationship. I was just dragged here by this guy who handed me an invitation.” Rei Furuya replied, taking a sip of his drink. Vermouth twirled the end of her hair around her fingertip. “I was originally thinking of inviting Calvados, but now it seems unnecessary.”

Jiang Jin glanced at him with a gossipy look on his face: "I heard he admires you a lot, is that true?"

"Maybe," Vermouth said casually, taking the drink Aimod had mixed. Jiang Jin then asked, "I heard you've mixed drinks with the boss before, is that true?"

Rei Furuya coughed as he drank, and the taciturn Emmod quietly perked up his ears.

“Little Rain Palace, you really have a lot of curiosity. I wouldn’t mind if you went and asked Gin yourself.” Vermouth smiled charmingly. Jiang Jin scratched his head. “Absolutely.”

Rei Furuya put down his glass and tapped the table with his finger: "Let's talk about your secret plan..."

Dr. A Li's house.

"You mean Uncle Mori received a strange invitation to an out-of-season Halloween party?" Conan sat on the sofa, holding his phone, with a gold-embossed invitation on the table in front of him. "You mean me? That invitation sounds like a challenge specifically sent to Uncle Mori, why would it be sent to me..."

After hanging up the phone, Conan's gaze fell upon the opened invitation. The letter inside read, "Dear Mr. Conan Edogawa..."

"Shinichi, are you sure it's okay if you don't tell Ran?" Professor Agasa asked worriedly.

Conan picked up the envelope and looked at the signature on it—Vermouth.

“Absinthe… that’s the same as Doyago, gin, and vodka, it’s a liquor name. And look at the recipient and the beginning of this letter.” Conan showed the letter to Professor Agasa. The recipient on the envelope was Shinichi Kudo, but the beginning was Conan Edogawa. “This is probably a trap set for me. I wonder if it’s an accomplice of Doyago.”

Dr. Agasa looked worried: "Wouldn't that be extremely dangerous?"

“Yes, but if Uncle Mori goes, I’m worried they might do something else if I don’t go.” Conan put the letter away. “And…”

Conan turned around, walked to the door, and put on his shoes: "Before I go, I need to make some preparations."

As the sun set, a black Porsche drove along the road, golden sunlight streaming into the car and illuminating Gin's long, silvery-white hair, making it look as if it were plated with gold.

"Huh? A Halloween party?" Vodka asked in the passenger seat, puzzled. "Dude, why do I have to go to that party?"

Gin, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, drove and said coldly, "Because Vermouth is involved, along with that guy Duago. We don't know what they've been up to lately, acting all mysterious with that woman. The higher-ups told us to investigate."

Gin narrowed his dark green eyes and continued, "I've long been disgusted by that woman's ridiculously mysterious behavior, and I don't care if she doesn't have permission. If those two are hooking up and up to something, I won't let either of them get away with it."

Vodka swallowed hard.

"Even if that woman has some special relationship with someone above, as for Duyago, hmph..."

Beikacho, an apartment building.

"Hello, hello~ Come out quickly!" A dark red eye moved back and forth through the gap in the sofa, and the little dog under the sofa shrank back even further when it saw this.

Rei Furuya stood helplessly on the other side and called out, "Hello."

A fluffy white puppy suddenly darted out from under the sofa, jumped onto Furuya Rei, and looked at Jiang Jin warily.

Jiang Jin turned around and sat on the ground, scratching his hair: "Am I that disliked by small animals?"

Seeing the young man sitting on the ground looking very dejected, Furuya Rei found it amusing. He hugged Haro and said, "Maybe you just happen to have a bad chemistry with the animals."

Jiang Jin watched as Furuya Rei locked Haro in the bedroom. He thought about it and realized that he really hadn't kept any pets before he transmigrated. After transmigrating, the only animal he had was Mingyuan.

But he looks like a human, so he can't really be considered a small animal, right?

"The party's at 7 p.m., what are you doing here now?" Furuya Rei asked as he turned Haro back into the living room.

Jiang Jin sat back on the sofa, raised his chin, pointed to the pile of things he had brought, and said, "Of course it's makeup. Didn't Miss Chris's invitation say that we had to dress up as monsters to attend?"

"What should it be depicted as? A Western ghost or a Japanese monster?"

Jiang Jin opened his makeup case and grinned, saying, "None of those. The scariest thing is definitely Chinese horror!"