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

Beika Town Hospital...

"Angel..." Conan slowly opened his eyes on the pristine white sheets, the air thick with the smell of disinfectant...

"woke up?"

The somewhat indifferent voice made Conan's eyes widen suddenly.

He remembered being blown away by a bomb, and then someone rescued him; it seemed to be... a silver-haired person.

"Shen'ergege?" Conan, still a little dazed from just waking up, slowly sat up...

Conan was deeply moved when he learned that Shen had been by his side all along, but he was slightly disappointed when he looked around and did not find the silver-haired person.

"Why were you blown up by the bomb?" Fuheshen raised his hand, gesturing for Conan to lie down.

"I..." Conan looked at the other person, hesitated for a moment, and didn't know how to explain.

Could it be that he's going to say it's because of Shinichi Kudo?

But... Conan suddenly remembered something: it seems that Shinichi believes he is Shinichi Kudo's son.

Moreover, he was a gifted child with dissociative identity disorder.

"Someone told me there was a bomb... so I went over there." Conan made up his mind and told the story, then asked, "By the way, who was that silver-haired guy?"

“My colleague.” Fuheshel pointed his index finger lightly at the bedside table next to the hospital bed.

Poor Conan, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he would never have imagined that the Angel he thought of was actually Gin, the nightmare he longed for day and night.

"Is he a detective too?" Conan's pupils lit up instantly.

“I suppose so…” Fuheishener said, tilting his head.

Detective Gin, the pride of the brewery, makes perfect sense, right?

Conan nodded emphatically.

Sure enough, his guess was correct.

He had previously suspected that Shergege shouldn't be acting alone.

After all, one person's strength is definitely not enough to deal with such dangerous Yamaguchi-gumi members and dangerous cases involving zaibatsu.

There must be a detective organization behind it.

"What about the medical expenses..." Conan rubbed his aching head and asked.

"Don't worry, Ah Zhen has already reimbursed you," Fu Heishen said calmly.

When Conan fainted, Shigeji Fushiguro originally did not intend to take him to the hospital.

After all, Conan still owes him money for saving him before.

However, Gin stated that future organizational talents need nurturing, and that Vodka paid for the medical expenses.

He also stated that he had paid for the money he had spent to save Conan.

Thinking of this, Fuheishen's eyes turned somewhat cold.

This Gin... he probably likes young boys, right?

He was dissatisfied when he tried to buy hot pot ingredients with his card, but readily paid for it when Conan was around?

"Ah-jin, is that the name of that silver-haired lady?" Conan asked excitedly, sitting up as soon as he heard it.

With long silver hair, a warm and kind heart, she's a detective, and she's female—she's practically the dream girl he fantasized about when he was a child.

"Don't inquire too much about these things, it's dangerous." Fu Heishen'er's dark eyes gleamed with a hint of coldness.

This perverted brat, is he trying to feminize Gin?

“…I understand.” Conan immediately realized something upon hearing what Fushiguro Jinji said and expressed his understanding.

This detective organization investigates and deals with dangerous matters.

For example, the Yamaguchi-gumi, the underworld, etc.

Asking too many questions might actually put you in danger.

Conan, hands clasped behind his head, leaned against the headboard, pondering Shigeaki Fushiguro's detective organization...

After I got into an accident, they not only took me to the hospital, but also reimbursed my medical expenses.

Moreover, judging from Shen Gege's living conditions, the benefits of this detective organization are quite high.

I'm so envious. Why didn't he encounter such a great organization before?

"Hey, Sir Gege, can I join your detective organization?" Conan asked expectantly.

If I could actually join, perhaps...

"You?" Fuhei Shen looked at Conan, whose large eyes were filled with death. "No."

Although Gin favors Conan, Shinobu Fushiguro disagrees... after all, Conan's passive position is undeniable.

It's easy to imagine that every time they went out on a mission, a core member would unexpectedly die.

The organization will be disbanded in a few days.

No, this is not good at all. Without the organization, where will he get missions? What will happen to his peaceful life?

I wonder... where else can you find such good organizational benefits?

If Lan's angelic halo protects the distillery, then disregard what he said.

"No, I want to join Shen Gege's organization," Conan said, acting like a spoiled child.

He wouldn't pass up this opportunity, not to mention the benefits of the Shrekger organization.

The key is Shengege's abilities: he is intelligent, has strong reasoning skills, acts decisively, is absolutely righteous, and is gentle and kind.

So how bad can Ah-Zhen be?

You know, people like that are bound to be attracted to each other.

If Conan were to become their ally, he would dare to confront the Black Organization head-on.

Although he dares to do it now.

"We'll talk about it when you're in second grade," Fuheishener said casually, rubbing his temples.

Conan grimaced, inwardly thinking, "What's the difference between second grade and first grade? Aren't they both just kids?"

Didi didi...

At that moment, Fuhesh'er's cell phone rang.

Ignoring Conan's somewhat resentful and defiant gaze, he answered the phone.

"Hey, how's that kid doing?" Gin's voice rang out.

“They’re out of danger.” Fuheshen glanced at Conan.

Conan, who had been secretly listening, immediately smiled...

"That's good... What's the reason?" Gin asked coldly.

This kind of thing must be investigated, and thoroughly investigated.

As a promising future talent of the organization, he was almost killed by a bomb. How could that be allowed?

“Someone told him there was a bomb, and when he found out, he went to grab it,” Fuheshel explained briefly.

Gin on the other end of the phone snorted coldly... Just as he expected.

How could someone trained by Cointreau possibly steal some trivial things on the street?

Presumably, after learning about the bomb, the child couldn't wait to steal it and then use it to commit crimes.

This was done to attract Jundu's attention, show off his achievements, and demand praise.

It's like a child who wants to get a high score to prove to their parents that they are very capable.

But... this mindset also put him in danger.

Gin expressed his understanding, saying that he had done similar things when he was a child.

"Heh... He did a good job." Gin's lips curled up. "But tell him that the focus now is on his studies, and he should stay away from dangerous things."

Fukushi was silent for a while. Judging from Gin's tone, he knew that the other party had imagined some things that he didn't know.

"I'll look into this and send you the results." Gin said while on the phone, gesturing to Vodka to slow down and drive in circles. "I'm a bit busy, you'll have to handle it later."

"Oh? Let me handle this?" Fuheishen's voice turned icy colder than a whisper. "Ah Zhen, you know..."

"You'll get your payment." Feeling the slightly cold breath on his ear, Gin almost thought that Fukuro Jin was right next to him, and his lips twitched as he spoke.

After receiving a satisfactory reply, Fuheshel hung up the phone.

On the other side... Gin, hearing the beeping sound, took a deep breath.

He hung up first again. Who's the boss here?!