Conan: No, why aren't you following the script?

Chapter 311 Gin's Judgment

Sometimes, to judge a person's character, you can't just look at what they say; you also have to look at what they actually do.

Some people speak very arrogantly, but act timidly in practice; others are the opposite, appearing polite but showing no respect for others.

Vodka had heard this from his older brother Gin when he first joined the organization, and he had always regarded it as a guiding principle.

He couldn't understand why the young man in front of him didn't seem afraid of him at all, given his attire and his aggressive tone.

And... the way this young man looked at him, like he was looking at a monkey, really annoyed him...

Although the young man had just apologized to him under his own pressure, Vodka felt no joy whatsoever.

He could tell that the man in front of him had verbally apologized and admitted his mistake, but in reality, he had not withdrawn his presumptuous gaze at all, his eyes still lingering on his sunglasses and black clothes, looking him up and down.

It's as if... my apology just now was just to appease him.

But forget it, it's better to avoid trouble. After all, the organization hasn't been revealed to the world yet, and my brother is still waiting for the ramen I brought back. So I might as well... let this guy go.

Thinking this, Vodka nodded to himself. After taking the two bowls of ramen from the shop owner, he glared fiercely at Kitagawa Isao, then turned and strode away.

On the other side, Kitagawa Isao watched Vodka walk away until his figure was completely seated in the Porsche 356A before he turned his gaze away and began to concentrate on enjoying his ramen.

In fact, what he just did was not a spur-of-the-moment decision. As early as when he first started paying attention to vodka, he realized that he was being paid attention to by someone in the same way.

Based on his experience, the person who was paying attention to him was most likely Gin, who was hiding in his car smoking.

The car window is one-way; he can see himself, but he can't see Gin from that distance through the window.

That's why this guy is observing them so brazenly. It's likely that as early as when they landed on Mermaid Island, that damned Fukuyama Rokuro had already given Gin their information.

This was something that couldn't be avoided, and Kitagawa Isao didn't seem to care. As long as his true intentions weren't conveyed by that despicable Fukuyama Rokuro, everything would be fine.

Now that he had subconsciously seen the vodka, if he hurriedly looked away, it would only arouse suspicion from Gin, that paranoid guy.

If he then judges that I am guilty, it will only bring more trouble.

So Kitagawa Isao simply let loose and pretended to be carefree, continuing to observe without blinking. While this might make someone as simple-minded as Vodka feel uncomfortable, it was a completely different story in Gin's eyes.

To be honest, Kitagawa Isao was a little excited to finally see this popular character from the world of Detective Conan up close...

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, inside a Porsche 356A.

Back in the driver's seat, Vodka had barely put down the ramen he'd bought when he couldn't help but complain to his older brother, "Brother, you didn't see that, but there was this guy in the ramen shop who kept staring at me. It was so weird. Do you think he might be a cop or one of the FBI agents? Maybe he's discovered who I am, and that's why..."

"Enough vodka,"

Before Vodka could finish speaking, Gin flicked his cigarette ash and said calmly, "He's not from the FBI, nor is he from the Metropolitan Police Department. That person is the detective who was always by Kogoro Mouri's side, the one Cole mentioned earlier. I don't remember if his name is Kitagawa or Higashikawa."

"Hehe, after all, you never remember the names of these small fry, but shouldn't we be more careful with this kid? He was staring at me for a long time just now..."

"Heh, with your outfit, it's normal for him, as a detective, to pay attention to you. If he stops watching halfway through, it would actually mean he has something to hide."

Gin gave a cold laugh and continued, "These detectives always like to observe others; it's part of their job, especially people like you who dress differently. You'll become their focus whenever you appear in public."

“Oh right,” Vodka said, suddenly realizing, “That was the kid just now. He even asked me why I was wearing so much, whether I was hot or not. At first, I thought he was just making conversation, but now I know what he was up to…”

"Hmph, it's just these guys having a party. With such observational skills, if he were really our enemy, he would have withdrawn his gaze and tried to minimize his presence before you even spoke. That's what makes a good... rat."

At this point, Gin's eyes suddenly turned cold. Having experienced Shuichi Akai's betrayal, he now felt a deep-seated disgust for these agents and undercover agents.

He wished he could gather all the people in the world who were detrimental to the organization together and shoot them one by one through the forehead with his pistol, but... clearly, based on his observation, at least that guy named Kitagawa was not the kind of person who would pose a threat to them.

Poor observation skills, flawed reaction speed... all these details reveal the insignificance of this young detective. In Gin's eyes, he is an ordinary detective who is not worthy of the organization's attention at all, as plain as a rat dropping.

Even if he were truly hostile to the organization, his level of hostility wouldn't pose a threat.

It's not even worth having him remember your name; spending time targeting him is simply a waste.

Gin's eyes revealed undisguised contempt. He now regretted wasting time observing this ordinary servant.

So after finishing his cigarette, he tossed the butt aside and said without a second thought:

"Let's go back to base. Be careful not to be followed on the way."

"Yes, I understand, elder brother."

Vodka nodded. After Gin's analysis, he no longer cared about Kitagawa Isao's existence.

Focused on driving forward, the Porsche 356A soon disappeared into the bustling streets.

Meanwhile, after watching the two leave, Kitagawa Isao slowly put down his chopsticks, took out his wallet from his pocket, and slapped a thousand-yen bill on the table:

"Boss, check out."