Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

“Hey…” Fuheishen’s somewhat deep voice came through, but after hearing something, he was silent for a moment before saying with a mocking laugh, “I didn’t expect you to be looking for women.”

“......” Gin was silent for a moment, then sneered, “You’ve misunderstood, the one next to me is vodka.”

However, after saying that, Gin realized something was wrong.

"You guys..." There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Gin: "..."

"Just taking a break," Gin explained coldly. "Don't overthink it. There's a mission I need your help with, cough cough..."

Halfway through his speech, Gin coughed lightly twice, feeling even more dizzy.

"You have a cold?" The voice on the other end of the phone lowered slightly. "I'm coming right now."

Click... The phone was hung up again.

However, Gin didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

After obediently sending the address to Jundu, she leaned back in her chair and let out a cold laugh...

As expected of Fuheishen, the man he acknowledges.

They came over as soon as they heard there was a mission.

If it were Calvados... or Bourbon, well, there's no harm in comparison.

...........

A few minutes later, a tall man with an indifferent expression, dark eyes, and black hair appeared beside the car.

Gin glanced at Fukushiro outside the window with slight surprise.

The other party's villa is at least ten kilometers away from my location, and it's only been a few minutes?

And... he doesn't seem to have taken a taxi.

The other person's breathing was also very even, showing no signs of having just finished exercising.

After a moment of confusion, Gin saw Fukuro Shinji outside the car preparing to open the door and said coldly, "Sit in the front seat."

The rear seat space in the Porsche 356A is quite small.

However, it was too late to say it.

For some inexplicable madness, Cointreau squeezed into the back seat with him again.

"Are you sick?" Fuhe Shen'er frowned as he looked at Gin after noticing that he had shrunk from absorbing his soul power.

Gin:

Strength: 17 (10)

Agility: 15 (10)

Stamina: 20 (10)

Insight: 13 (7)

Characteristic: Organization employees affected by death (currently slacking off).

Good grief, when did Gin get influenced by Conan?

"It's nothing, just a minor cold." Gin's cold voice was somewhat muffled.

Fuhei Shen didn't speak, but reached out and placed his hand on Gin's forehead. "It's so hot, are you alright?"

“If you’re sick, just rest for a day. There’s no need to overwork yourself,” Fuheshen said calmly, with a commanding tone.

Seriously... Gin is exhausted, who's going to provide him with soul power?

"Heh..." Gin didn't stop him, and just snorted coldly.

Did I feel compassion because we are colleagues?

Or perhaps, you and he have similar styles?

It's ridiculous that such a seemingly cold-blooded man would show such laughable concern...

It's a real shame; if the other person gets sick again, he'll still deduct Jundu's salary.

"Let's finalize this task first," Gin said in a muffled, cold voice.

Da da da...

At that moment, the sound of tapping on the windowpane could be heard outside.

"Huh?" Vodka was startled awake and quickly got up and pulled down the window.

A woman holding a bag was standing outside, staring at them with half-moon eyes. "Do you know you're illegally parking?"

"Hey, mind your own business!" Vodka, disturbed from his sleep, glared at her sunglasses again and said fiercely, "So what if I park here!?"

"Heh..." The woman laughed in exasperation, took out her police ID from her pocket and handed it to Vodka. "Let me introduce myself, I'm Miwako Sato, an investigator from the Metropolitan Police Department. Should I call my colleague from the traffic police unit over?"

"Oh? Sorry, sorry." Vodka immediately broke into a smile. "I have some business to take care of with my older brother here, I'll be leaving right away."

He can't afford to lose any more points.

Fines are a small matter, but points deduction is a big one.

A few days ago, he was caught speeding on the road in his older brother's Porsche 356A by the traffic police, and they almost impounded the car.

If he gets impounded again, he won't be able to drive on the road, and his older brother will beat him up.

"Big brother?" Sato Miwako's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze suddenly sharpening. "What are you doing here?"

This burly man looked menacing, and in the back seat... there was a silver-haired man, and... Mr. Fukuro?!

"Mr. Fushiguro, what... what are you doing here?" Sato Miwako was stunned for a moment.

"Have we met before?" Fuheshchen frowned.

Gin glanced coldly at the pretty policewoman. Ha... another one of her romantic escapades.

Vodka only then noticed that Fuheshen was sitting in the back seat. He looked at Jundu, then at the policewoman, and his pupils suddenly widened.

Good grief, Jundo not only molested female high school students, he even went after police officers!

And they even forgot about the person in question; that's utterly inhumane.

“We’ve seen each other before with Maya’s case.” Sato looked at the other person with a hint of resentment in his eyes for a while. “I was the police officer who took your statement, but you just left without doing anything.”

She knew Fushiguro Jinji quite well; Inspector Megure had even praised this man in his office, comparing him to Shinichi Kudo but without being arrogant.

Moreover, the other party's treatment of prisoners was extremely swift and decisive.

Unfortunately, the other party was a detective, not a police officer.

"I see..." Fuhe Shen'er reached out and patted his head, then tilted his head, but still couldn't figure it out.

It is well known that strong people don't have very good memories.

Sato Miwako's lips twitched as she looked at the other person's expression. With her crescent-shaped eyes, she changed the subject, "Are you going to investigate some case?"

Knowing that Fukushiro was a detective, he subconsciously assumed that the other two men in top hats and black clothes in the car were also detectives.

After all... Sherlock Holmes, the idol of many detectives, liked to wear a hat and a trench coat.

However, these two people were a little different; both of them were wearing black clothes.

Gin frowned and gave Fukuro a cold wink.

Tell her to leave quickly, Jundu. People like us are not suited to interact with the police.

Fukuro Jin felt Gin's gaze and sneered, "Are you in such a hurry to do this?"

“No, that’s not it. My colleague is sick, and we’re getting him to see a doctor.” Voxel glanced at Gin. “He’s not feeling well right now.”

"Huh?!" Sato exclaimed in surprise. "Then you should go see a doctor quickly."

Fuhesen pressed the switch next to him, rolled up the window, and said to Vodka with an indifferent expression, "Drive."

"Okay, okay." Vodka nodded, stepped on the gas, and sped away without even turning around.

Miwako Sato carried the bag, while DouDou watched the departing car.

There don't seem to be any clinics or hospitals on that road.

That's a nightclub, you know.

Is it possible?

Sato Miwako's eyes widened slowly as a bold guess surfaced in her mind.

Mr. Fukuro is a male prostitute.

It seems that's correct. Why didn't they go home to sleep so late at night and instead rested in the car?

Putting aside the driver in sunglasses, the two men in the back seat were both incredibly handsome and charismatic.

Mr. Fukuro's temperament is domineering and wild, and he looks extremely aggressive.

The silver-haired man looked cold and ruthless, though his dark green eyes seemed somewhat unfocused. (This was due to Gin's fever.)

Besides, who in their right mind would grow long silver hair? It's obviously a gigolo.

Miwako Sato sighed, but didn't think about it any further.

Mr. Fukuro may be facing some financial difficulties and has had to take on some side jobs.