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

On the park's grassy field, pigeons hopped and flitted among the crowd in small groups. Iori Muga wasn't wearing her usual conspicuous and well-fitting butler's uniform; instead, she had changed into a camel-colored overcoat.

It was early autumn in the world of Detective Conan, and the weather was getting cooler.

As soon as I stepped into this noisy meadow, I saw a young man dressed in black sitting on a bench, surrounded by many pigeons.

The young man wore a loose black trench coat, the hem swaying gently in the wind. His silver hair was blown by the wind, like the feathers of a white dove, with a few strands hanging obediently in front of his forehead. He wore a pair of black leather half-gloves, which seemed to be covered with breadcrumbs, and some bold pigeons perched on his forearms, pecking at his palms.

Iori Muga noticed that the young man's eyes were focused and gentle, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was enjoying this rare tranquility. This was a side of him that she had never seen during their previous interactions.

Would someone like that sit here quietly feeding pigeons?

The sound of Iori Muga's footsteps startled the pigeons, which flapped their wings and took flight, cooing softly. The young man looked up, his gaze shifting from the pigeons to Iori Muga. He frowned slightly, seemingly annoyed that Iori Muga was disturbing him while feeding the pigeons, but quickly regained his composure.

Jiang Jin gently raised his hand and scattered the breadcrumbs from his palm. The pigeons landed back on the grass and continued pecking at the food.

Iori Muga stopped a few meters away, her voice tinged with inquiry: "What exactly did you mean by what you said on the phone?"

Jiang Jin leaned back lazily on the bench, squinted slightly, and looked at the pigeons on the grass with a nonchalant smile: "That... I was just saying it casually." His tone was light and airy, as if the matter was of no importance to him and was just something he did casually.

Iori Muga didn't think so. Judging from his several interactions with the young man, he was unlikely to speak without reason. But he suppressed these thoughts, because it was clear that the other party didn't intend to continue the topic.

In any case, his purpose in coming here was not to explore the so-called mystery of "immortality," but simply to repay this favor as soon as possible. Iori Muga asked directly, "Then tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Jiang Jin raised his hand and beckoned to him with his finger. The gesture carried a hint of provocation, yet also an undeniable air of authority. Iori Wuga hesitated for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Jin's face, before finally stepping closer again and standing before him.

"It's uncomfortable to tilt my head back like that." Jiang Jin tilted his head back slightly, his tone carrying a hint of complaint, but his eyes were fixed on Iori Muga, as if waiting for him to cooperate.

Jiang Jin's favorite tactic before scheming against someone is to force them to submit over trivial matters. It serves both as a way to test their limits and temperament, and as a test of their obedience.

After all, it's easier to act when you understand someone's temperament.

Iori didn't want to sit on the same bench as Jiang Jin, so she reluctantly bent down. Jiang Jin seemed satisfied and nodded slightly, saying, "I have a friend who has recently encountered some trouble. He wants to... seek refuge with the head of the Ooka family. Therefore, I would like to ask Iori-kun to help introduce him."

"What?" Iori Muga was stunned for a moment, then reacted and turned to stare at Jiang Jin. His dark eyes were full of surprise, but also revealed a hint of wariness, as if he was judging whether Jiang Jin's words were true or false.

Jiang Jin simply smiled, his eyes crinkling, and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, it's just a simple introduction. He just wants an opportunity to meet with the head of the Ooka family. Whether it works out or not is entirely up to him."

Iori Muga remained silent for a moment. He had thought the other party would make some unreasonable demands, but he didn't expect that the other party would only ask him to introduce someone to the head of the family.

He felt that the young man in front of him was really cunning. This request was by no means a simple matter for him, but it was not entirely impossible. It would indeed require Iori Muga to use some means and even risk some of the family head's trust in him.

After a long pause, Iori Muga finally said in a deep voice, "I will do my best."

Without saying a word, as expected of the most versatile steward in the world of Detective Conan, Iori Muwa quickly contacted Jiang Jin.

Binga looked at the luxurious and solemn main house of the Ooka family. The two black eagles kept by the head of the Ooka family were staring at Binga, this strange visitor, with their sharp eyes.

"When you see him later, you say exactly what I say, without changing a single word." Binga heard Jiang Jin's voice in his ears, and because he was wearing invisible earpieces, the voice seemed to be coming from his head.

Binga glanced at Iori Muga, who was leading the way, and lowered his voice to reply, "You're not going to trick me, are you?"

"Tsk, don't worry. I guarantee it's reliable."

Binga followed Iori Muga into the Ooka family's main house. Now that they were already there, there was no way he could turn back.

We can only pray that Duyago will become a decent human being.

In the corridor, Binga was staring straight ahead, contemplating how to begin their conversation, when a somewhat sweet female voice rang out behind them:

"Iori!"

Iori Muga turned around and saw Ooka Momiji walking over. She glanced at Binga, who was wearing sunglasses, before saying to Iori Muga, "Didn't we agree that you would come to the competition with me?"

"I'm sorry, young lady, but the head of the family is free today and has to meet with a guest at the last minute," Iori Muga said apologetically.

Since Momiji transferred to the Satsuki-kai, she has been regarded as the "candidate for the next karuta queen" because she is the high school champion of competitive karuta. Not only others, but Momiji also attaches great importance to this celebrity karuta event.

"Miss, I will borrow it from you after your competition."

Although Kureha was somewhat disappointed, she understood that Iori Muta's responsibilities in the Ooka family went far beyond simply being a butler. She pursed her lips, feigning a haughty yet elegant demeanor, and said, "Alright. Then don't go back on your word."

Iori Muga nodded slightly: "Of course, I wish you all the best in the competition, Miss."

After Ooka Momiji's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, Iori Muga's gentle smile vanished instantly, leaving only a polite curve. He nodded slightly and said apologetically to Binga, "Sorry to keep you waiting."

His voice was gentle, yet it carried a hint of indifference.

Iori Muga continued forward, leading Binja to the entrance of the reading room. Her tone was polite but indifferent: "The head of the family is inside. This is his reading time. The head of the family instructed that you may go in directly. Please."

Meanwhile, far away at the Ooka family's house, Jiang Jin, sitting in a coffee shop, naturally heard Iori Muga's words very clearly through the miniature earpiece.

Jiang Jin remembered that when Chapas brought him to see the head of the Ooka family before, he was led directly into a more formal reception room. Obviously, the head of the Ooka family did not pay much attention to Binga, who came for the "interview".

However, this was to be expected.

After I finished speaking, Iori said that she was going to prepare tea and snacks, and indicated that Binga could go in directly.

After everyone left, Binga didn't rush to open the door. Instead, he turned and looked around the antique-style yet luxurious corridor, lowering his voice to complain to Jiang Jin through the earpiece, "Reading room?" His face and tone were filled with dissatisfaction. "Isn't this showing a lack of consideration for me?"

In the coffee shop, Jiang Jin raised an eyebrow slightly and replied in a nonchalant tone, "Anyway, you don't really intend to surrender. What does it matter whether we value you or not? Now that we've met the head of the Ooka family, our goal has been achieved."

A cunning glint flashed in Jiang Jin's eyes, like a fox plotting its hunt, but the coldness in his eyes was more like a venomous snake in the shadows.

Binga remained silent for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, then asked as if he had suddenly remembered something, "By the way, who was that little girl just now?" His eyes held a hint of curiosity, as if he was indeed quite interested in Ooka Momiji's identity.

“Didn’t you hear Iori Muga call her ‘Miss’?” Jiang Jin’s tone was tinged with helplessness and sarcasm. “Of course she is the beloved granddaughter of the Ooka family head and the daughter of the Ooka Group—Ooka Momiji.”

Binga's eyes lit up when he heard the name, and he said, "Since she is Ooka Momiji's precious granddaughter, why don't you just kidnap her and frame Rum directly? Why go through all this trouble?"

His tone carried a hint of smugness, as if to say that Jiang Jin's plan was completely unnecessary.

"With the methods you can think of, do you think I can't think of them too?" Jiang Jin's tone was full of sarcasm. Even though Binga couldn't see him now, he could still see that disdainful and mocking face in his tone.

“Hey, you…” Binga was about to retort angrily when Jiang Jin interrupted him, “Not to mention that Ooka Momiji always has bodyguards around her, and in 90% of cases when she goes out, Iori Muga is with her. You don’t actually think that guy is just an ordinary butler, do you?”

"What else? I really hate that butler." Binga felt annoyed just thinking about Iori Muga's expressionless face.

Jiang Jin chuckled and said, "You're right to hate him, because that guy was a Japanese public security officer before he became a butler."

This answer surprised Binga somewhat. He frowned slightly and said, "He's actually a policeman. No wonder I don't like him."

“If you want to kidnap that young lady in Rum’s name, I don’t think your men are any good against Iori. You’ll have to use my own people too.” Jiang Jin tapped his fingers on the table. “Wouldn’t that just give Rum a handle to use against us? He’s not stupid. It’s not that easy for us to frame someone for something he didn’t do.”