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

Furuya Rei covered his hands with a wet wipe and slowly wiped the medicated oil off his hands. On the sofa behind him, Jiang Jin sat up, put on his coat and straightened his clothes.

"Now that Pramia has run away, what are you planning to do next?" Jiang Jin asked while straightening his clothes, but after finishing, he felt that something was off about the two of them. Furuya Rei threw the wet wipes into the trash can and closed the first-aid kit. "The police have already obtained evidence that Christina is Pramia, so they're issuing an arrest warrant for her."

Jiang Jin leaned back lazily on the sofa: "Since that's the case, then my mission is complete. But judging from her behavior before she ran away, she's going to cause trouble next."

“I know,” Furuya Zero nodded. “If it were you, what would you do?”

Jiang Jin thought for a moment, then said without hesitation, "Blow up Tokyo." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Furuya Rei staring at him intently. "Why are you looking at me? Didn't you ask me that?"

"What's there to be nervous about?" Furuya Rei chuckled, then his expression turned serious again. "Her target is probably Shibuya, and it'll likely happen around Halloween."

Jiang Jin straightened up and put his arm around Furuya Rei's shoulder, asking curiously, "How did you deduce that?" Therefore, Furuya Rei's guess was pretty close to the truth, except that he didn't mention the specific actions of Pramia.

"Her wedding with the village police officer was on Halloween, and it was in Shibuya shopping district," Furuya Rei explained to Jiang Jin. "On Halloween, there are parades and performances in Shibuya, which is when crowds gather. If she wanted revenge, that was indeed the best time. I just don't know what method she used."

Jiang Jin thoughtfully suggested to Furuya Rei, "We'll definitely use her potion again. But we can't make too many of those large-scale devices. If we want to cause a large-scale explosion, we can use quantity to our advantage."

“Winning by sheer numbers…” Furuya Rei seemed to be deep in thought. Seeing that he had begun to ponder, Jiang Jin stopped there, stood up and said, “You can think about it slowly. There’s probably nothing more for me to do here. I’m going to check on Kojinpei.”

Rei Furuya looked up: "Then remember to tell him to stay in the hospital until Halloween."

Jiang Jin responded and ruffled Haro's fluffy head before leaving.

Shibuya Central Hospital

When Jiang Jin arrived, the nurse had just finished changing Matsuda Jinpei's dressing. When the young man sat down, Matsuda Jinpei's posture was slightly stiff, and he even supported his lower back with his hand.

"What happened to your back?" Matsuda Jinpei asked curiously. Jiang Jin waved his hand, "Would you believe me if I said I was bumped by a cat?"

Matsuda Jinpei was taken aback, thinking he had misheard: "What? You got bumped by a cat?"

“Yes,” Jiang Jin replied seriously, “a huge Siamese cat.”

“If you don’t want to say it, you don’t have to. Who would believe such a fabricated story?” Matsuda Jinpei said speechlessly, clearly not understanding Jiang Jin’s cat-like description. “By the way, my injury is almost healed. I think I can be discharged from the hospital.”

Jiang Jin moved his chair closer and lifted his left arm, which was still bandaged: "Is this considered almost healed?"

Matsuda Jinpei moved his arm away somewhat guiltily: "That's all that's left. It won't affect my discharge at all."

“No way.” Jiang Jin refused decisively. “Amuro really knows you. Luckily I came. He told me to tell you to stay in the hospital obediently until Halloween.”

Matsuda Jinpei immediately extracted new information from Jiang Jin's words: "Before Halloween? So the Pramia is going to create another explosion on Halloween?"

"I have no idea," Jiang Jin immediately raised his hand and said, "Anyway, you just stay in the hospital. If there's a bomb-related problem, Amuro will definitely contact you. But don't go running around. What if you ruin one of Amuro's plans and he blames me for not keeping a close eye on you?"

Matsuda Jinpei didn't think Amuro Tooru would blame Jiang Jin: "Come on, Amuro isn't that kind of person."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jin revealed a malicious expression: "If you don't cooperate, I might have to resort to some extreme measures."

"For example?" Matsuda Jinpei asked, raising an eyebrow.

“For example, I could tie you to a hospital bed.” Jiang Jin crossed his arms. “I can borrow a pair of handcuffs from Amuro. I think he would be happy to give them to me.”

Matsuda Jinpei's face darkened: "Amuro won't let you do anything reckless. I understand, I'll stay in the hospital for now."

Jiang Jin stopped paying attention to the capture of Pramia after that. However, a week later, Furuya Reifa gave him a formula for Pramia's explosives.

After receiving the formula, Jiang Jin forwarded it to his group members. This formula must have been registered with the public security bureau and contained a neutralizing agent, so it definitely needed to be improved.

As for what it will be about, I'll leave that for now.

【Floating Clouds and Moonlit River Bar】

The nightlife begins in the dead of night, and in the midst of the brightly lit Kabukicho and bars, 18th-century classical music is playing.

There was no one in the bar, because a sign saying "Closed for the day" had been hung up outside long ago; only people who were supposed to come would walk in.

Amy stood behind the bar, calmly wiping glasses, but her ears were perked up as she listened to Jiang Jin and Vermouth chatting about all sorts of gossip about the organization.

"In the entire organization, are there only two people who dare to be so arrogant?" Aimod thought to himself, but he listened with great interest.

The wind chimes at the door rang, and Jiang Jin and Vermouth turned their heads at the same time. After seeing that it was Binga who came in, the two of them turned their heads back to continue their conversation without any attempt to hide it.

Binga: ...

"I'm really curious, how old is Rum? Why hasn't he retired yet? Is he going to wear down all his men?" Jiang Jin said this as if he was deliberately saying it to Binga. "Look at his men, Curaçao, Bourbon... Binga can be included, though. Can't any of them stand on their own?"

Binga's eyes twitched slightly. He strode over and slammed his hand on the table in front of Jiang Jin: "Hey, what do you mean by 'barely counting me in'?!"

"Hey, when did you get here?" Jiang Jin asked, feigning ignorance. Faced with Jiang Jin's shameless act, Binga immediately felt his blood pressure soar. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's been so long, why are you still so annoying?"

Jiang Jin smiled mischievously: "I love seeing you hate me but can't do anything about it."

Vermouth smiled and said, "Binga, I didn't expect you and Duago to get along so well."

Binga stared wide-eyed at Vermouth: "Vermouth, are you blind?"

Amidst the commotion, more people entered through the door. Gin's dark green eyes swept across the bar, seeing the young man's cunning smile, and then seeing Binga looking like a pufferfish about to explode.

"Duago's messing with Binga again," Vodka said nonchalantly, while Gin coldly scoffed, "Boring."

Vermouth, with her sharp eyes, noticed Gin and Vodka and greeted them with a smile, "Gin, Vodka, you're here."

Upon hearing Gin's name, Jiang Jin immediately shifted his attention, jumping up from his chair to make room for Gin in the center: "Boss, you're here! Come sit here!"

Seeing the young man leap up joyfully, like a slithering snake, Binga curled his lip and let out a disgruntled snort: "Tch!"

"Now that everyone is here, let's begin."