Conan: On the possibility that Whiskey is an undercover agent

The transcripts and interrogations were all made up. Anyway, Tokaj was very good at talking nonsense, and Scotland only needed to nod occasionally to agree with him.

Although sometimes I really want to give him two slaps.

However, the police officer believed what Iori Yamuro said without a doubt. After all, who could think that a naive and gullible patient would not tell the truth?

"So you have a younger sister? She's in junior high school?"

"Yes, he is the youngest in our family."

Scotland took a long time to realize that this guy might be talking about Shirley. He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Shut up."

"Thank you so much! It's thanks to police officers like you who stick to their posts. I will definitely order a pennant for Officer Matsuda!"

Scotland: No need

Gojo Yoshiharu felt embarrassed after hearing this wave of flattery. He didn't expect to get anything out of him. After all, there were quite a few people who were kidnapped, but they all had different stories. Some said it was a giant as big as a hill, some said it was a thin man, and some said it was a silver-haired boy. The police combined their inferences and concluded that it was a gang crime.

But according to Tatsu's previous performance, his purpose of committing the crime has always been unclear. All the puzzles and the answers are related. Choosing this child as the answer must not be a coincidence. Under the premise that all other hostages are regarded as guests, does this child meet any specific conditions?

The VIP ward is indeed different. The nurse who makes regular rounds brought snacks when she came to change the IV bottle. As for the taste, judging by Tokaj's delighted expression, Scotland felt that it was probably too sweet. But isn't it not good to give snacks to patients?

Scotland was suspicious and silently watched the nurse's actions. The empty bottle that was replaced was temporarily placed on the cabinet. The words on the bottle label were not sodium chloride used by ordinary fever patients, but glucose. He received basic pharmacology training when he was in the police academy. Glucose is generally used by patients with hypoglycemia or patients who are unable to eat due to long-term coma.

The latter was ruled out first, but he always believed that Tokaj was on IV drip because his fever had not completely subsided, so his coma was not caused by drugs, but by hypoglycemia. But this was really unlikely, not to mention that Tokaj usually consumed much more sugar than ordinary people, so even if he had hypoglycemia, he would not need such a high amount.

Fortunately, the police officer only asked a few questions and left. Scotland asked tentatively, "Was the IV running last night?"

The nurse was so happy with Tokaj's coaxing that she turned around and gave him a strange look, "Yes, Mr. Suzumiya has been taking glucose injections all night. He can be discharged after this bottle is finished."

After a night, Tokaj looked even weaker than when he drove there. He was in good spirits, but his pale face looked like he had just crawled out of a grave. Fortunately, he didn't wear those red contact lenses, otherwise he would have looked like a ghost.

"Don't look at it. Everyone has left. Gin-chan must have seen you. Tell him to reimburse my cell phone and medical expenses. This should be considered a work injury." Ye Shiyizhi calculated everything clearly and didn't want to suffer any loss. He didn't act like a ghost who wanted to take his life, but rather someone who came to collect debts.

Iori Yamuro didn't have the habit of bringing a spare phone, and he didn't have an extra cell phone. It was simply unethical to not play with your cell phone while in the hospital these days, so he urged Scotland to buy him a cell phone.

"I also want a chocolate bar. You know Cadbury, that's fine. I need more toffee."

He frowned and interrupted the other person as he listed a series of snack brands and categories that Scotland had never heard of, like naming a dish.

"Let's stop for now. You can't eat so many snacks now." Scotland said this and took a look at the drip that had just been put in for a short while. A patient looked like a patient.

However, Iori Yemuro did not buy it. He leaned against the head of the bed, his golden eyes staring straight at Scotland, still speaking in a joking tone, but the latter felt it was an imperative language.

"I want orange flavored soda, Scottish."

"If you insist."

Scotland looked away in embarrassment. What was he doing? He shouldn't do this. What did Tokaj's diet have to do with him?

"No." Iori Yamuro said, pretending to be puzzled, "This is what you should do, Scotland, you should listen to me."

Does it refer to the instructions given by the organization?

"Just like yesterday, all you have to do is follow my instructions. Isn't that a good job?"

It was like a smile of praise, but the temperature reflected by his golden eyes in the sunlight was icy cold. He said, "Don't care about those unimportant things."

It was like a bolt from the blue. Scotland tried his best to appear calm and he almost asked out loud, why?

How could you not care?

He didn't know whether Tokaj had calculated this, but he knew that if there was a slight mistake, this guy would be blown to ashes. Whether he would be implicated was another matter. Could it be that the organization's brainwashing methods on its members had reached this level?

"You don't seem to be willing?" Ye Shiyi looked at him curiously, as if he was looking at something strange. He spread his hands and said, "But I'm doing this for your own good. I will only be a burden to you. If you don't leave with Paxton, the police will find us and we will all be finished."

Scotland did not answer, but the young man seemed to have read his thoughts, and his light words carried a thousand pounds of weight.

"But you can't do that, can you?"

He couldn't do it? It seemed so, Scotland thought slowly. He was not good at bomb disposal and didn't have professional tools. If he went there rashly, it might cause the bomb to explode prematurely. Not only could he not save Tokaj, he couldn't save other hostages like Matsuda Jinpei did. Even Paxton was recovered by Tokaj himself.

Just like Tokaj said, just following his arrangement has achieved the best outcome.

"So you should listen to me, Scotland, and I will achieve what you want."

The seductive words were like the devil's whisper. The fresh scent of lilies became turbid and greasy at this moment. The white petals that symbolize purity fluttered, one, two, three...five?

Scotland felt something was wrong. He almost instinctively thought, does a lily have five petals? No, that's not right. It clearly has six petals. What does the one with five petals have?

The hour hand slowly pointed to the number eleven. The warm sunlight shone into the ward, illuminating the room. The young man had a smile on his face. He was bathed in the sunlight and stretched out his hand to the man standing in the shadow.

Estimating the time when the drug would take effect, and looking at Scotland's expression, it seemed that Paxton had meticulously followed his instructions and injected the needle into the other party. Combined with the previous dosage and psychological suggestion, it finally worked. This showed that the improvement of C-701 was very successful.

Iori Yamuro waved to him in a good mood, "Are you okay? Do you need a nap if you feel tired?"

"No, thanks. I'll go to the supermarket."

As if waking up from a dream, Scotland shook his head and followed Tokaj's wishes to buy what he needed.

What is the five-petal one?

This question was still hanging in his mind. When Scotland was distracted, he bumped into a man dressed strangely. He was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, and he was covered tightly from head to toe. People were walking hurriedly in the corridor and no one noticed this little episode. Scotland just took a look and shifted his attention.

He had to complete Tokaj's instructions as quickly as possible and do his best.

The hospital had the air conditioner on. When he came out, the cold air from the street blew away the warmth on his body, and the faint fragrance also dissipated completely. Scotland frowned. A blond man was standing in front of him, sunglasses hiding his expression. He was dressed exactly the same as the man just now.

He remembered.

"The one with five petals is——the cherry blossom."

The overlapping sounds made Scotland suddenly wake up. This was the answer from the guy in the corridor just now.

"where are you going?"

The blond man was surprised for a moment. This face was drawn by him, so of course he would not remember it wrong. The question was why there was no Tokaj around Scotland.

"Supermarket, why are you here?"

The question was thrown back. Hearing this, Bourbon made a gesture for silence and immediately rushed into the hospital. The target he was tracking was about to leave his sight.

The overloaded brain gets a chance to breathe, and the mechanical and thoughtless activity of putting the items on the list into the basket, chocolate bars, candies, soda and chips, accurate to the brand and even the flavor and packaging color, is the condition for completing the instructions.

Tokaj hopes that he is obedient enough, because his fighting power is not strong enough and he may fall into danger easily. Is he protecting himself?

Yes, he is protecting himself, Scotland thought mechanically, so I should listen to him. However, Tokaj is much weaker than me, and he is more likely to die. Who can save him next time?

nobody.

He will die, possibly at this age, squeezed dry of every last bit of value by this evil and inhumane organization.

No one can save him, even he himself is a murderer.