Conan: On the possibility that Whiskey is an undercover agent

Bourbon had never felt that his undercover life was so difficult that he had to get up in the middle of the night to find food.

The safe house was just a place to rest, and the kitchen was rarely used, so there were usually no ingredients in the refrigerator. He guessed the Scottish habit correctly, but there was also a Tokaj living in this house.

So Bourbon looked at the sweets in the refrigerator and fell into deep thought. He first ruled out Scottish desserts. As for Tokaji, Bourbon took two small cakes without any psychological burden.

When he turned around, he saw Scotland leaning against the door, watching him eat secretly.

"He'll hold a grudge."

"It won't matter this time."

Bourbon gobbled the food without a care in the world, which made Scotland laugh. "Aren't you tired of it?"

The food that Tokaj likes to eat is so sweet that ordinary people can't stand it. However, people who are extremely hungry don't care about this. After drinking a glass of cold water, they feel that the feeling of their mouths being stuck with sugar has subsided a lot.

"I really don't understand how you can get along with him peacefully. Isn't he usually sarcastic?"

"No, he's very reliable when doing tasks." Scotland recalled, "Do what he says. As long as you don't act smart, he will tell you everything."

Bourbon:? ? ?

The first question on the mission is "How come he's not dead?" Is this reliable? Are they talking about the same person? Is it because I opened it the wrong way?

"Wait a minute, he really didn't argue with you?"

If you mean bourbon, then there is indeed no, Scotland said affirmatively, "No."

After getting a negative answer, Bourbon couldn't help but start to doubt whether it was really his own problem. Why was the Tokaj in front of Scotland completely different from the one in front of him?

"He didn't give you the finger? He laughed at you?"

What is this all about?

Scotland frowned. The young master had never done such a thing except being a little troublesome. This was totally inconsistent with the Tokaj in his memory, so he asked tentatively, "Why did he do this to you?"

"Because I took the remote?"

Bourbon answered truthfully, and although it felt a bit ooc, Scotland still said coldly, "You deserve it."

"Why do I deserve this?"

"You can look at the notebook."

"Why can't it be him?"

Is this the reason why you chant the Great Compassion Mantra?

If it were just a melodramatic TV show, Scotland wouldn't think Bourbon did it on purpose. He could still try to make up for it, and maybe there were other reasons.

"Okay, okay, I'm just kidding." Bourbon waved his hands. He always felt that Tokaj looked much more lively at this time than usual. It felt like Tokaj was finally alive around him, within reach.

Let me put it this way, when he first met Tokaj, the image of a lively college student and a beautiful fool looked like a sticker illustration, which would fall off if he touched it, and it looked fake at first glance.

But he was still very curious. Tokaj and he had tested each other when they first met, so why didn't he do the same to Scotland?

"How on earth did you do that?"

Scotland was silent for a few seconds, "Read more books."

Bourbon:? ? ?

Did you go to further studies without telling me?

"Are you serious?"

Scotland nodded helplessly. If it was Zero, he should be able to do it more easily. But for some reason, he couldn't use those methods in front of Tokaj.

the next day, early morning

"Scotland--"

With a howl that was extremely miserable, Scotland opened the door and saw Tokaj asked pitifully, "My cake is gone."

Thinking about what happened last night, Scotland thought they should let them solve it themselves, so he said, "What? I didn't hear anything last night?"

At this moment, Bourbon, who had gone out early, pushed the door open and walked in. He was holding a breakfast box in his hand, which made the two of them look at him sideways.

"Want breakfast?"

Scotland started eating without hesitation, but when he saw it was a sandwich, Yemuro Iori lost interest. He bit the chocolate and thought about the culprit. However, someone came up to him unconsciously. He took a quick look and found that the logo on the packaging was from that dessert shop.

The case is solved, he definitely opened the refrigerator, it must be him!

You're such a big-eyed Bourbon. First it's the remote control, then the cake. What's next? Will Iori Yeshiro no longer have a say in this family?

Noticing Tokaj's change of mood, Bourbon thought that this guy didn't like sandwiches. Was it because they were not sweet enough? Otherwise, why would he look like someone owed him $2.58 million so early in the morning?

[Someone has been sent over. The cop is not here today, so you should go with him. You must confirm that the person was picked up by the Yeshi family. Avoid other people first. ——by Gin. 】

Gin chose today to give the order because the monastery is not open to the public today, so there will be no police patrolling, making it convenient for the organization and the Yeshiva family to come and pick up Yeshiva Aoi. After all, he is still a criminal.

Scotland turned off the screen and saw the young man lying on the table opposite him and said faintly, "You want to leave again? Can't I go with you?"

There was an inexplicable hint of coquettishness in these words, and Bourbon had a hallucination on the spot. He choked on his sandwich. Was this how he usually spoke to Scotland?

Scotland was also quite skilled in coaxing him, like soothing a kitten, "Just a little finishing touch, and I'll be back soon."

Stroking the cross pendant in his hand, Scotland muttered to himself that he had accepted it and that the pendant would be returned to its original owner today.

Bourbon knew the destination of Scotland, and the whereabouts of Aoi Yeshiro had been found, but he could not reveal it to destroy the mission in Scotland. He just silently wished him a safe journey in his heart.

There were only two people left in the living room. Bourbon suddenly heard the man humming a tune, probably a folk song. His Tokaj English was very good, without any accent. The line "god will bless you" was extremely clear. Bourbon wrote down the tune.

However, the person involved was having a party in his mind at this time.

The actors are in place.

A trace of smile crept up to Ye Shiyi's eyes. He had just received news from Luka that the location was ready and the materials for the substitute had been delivered to the scene. All that was missing next was a hot and fierce fire.

He had been waiting for this day for too long. Miss Material had been kept in the best preservation equipment. Fortunately, she lost her life a few days ago due to the side effects of aptx-4869, otherwise being burned to death would be the most painful way to die.

Although Iori Yemuro would not have any kind feelings towards the experimental subjects, out of humanitarianism, he would not let them die in too much pain.

As for letting her be a scapegoat?

This concept does not exist. The moment the experimental subjects were sent to the institute, they lost their right to live as human beings. They were either the family members of traitors, or undercover agents who were captured, or they could be injured members who took a gamble.

Iori Yemuro never considered these things when doing experiments. They would die for the experiments sooner or later, so what was wrong with him exchanging a dying person for another person's future?

"Are you still watching that blue monster today?"

It was Bourbon. He was holding the remote control and skillfully flipping to the channel. Unfortunately, it was a variety show.

"Don't you believe in Buddhism? Why don't you chant the Great Compassion Mantra?"

A familiar sarcastic tone. It was not like this when he was talking to Scotland just now. Why did he change his expression when it came to him?

Bourbon felt that Tokaj had some double standards.

Because he was driving Tokaj's car, Bourbon controlled the speed intentionally. If he drove well, it would definitely be stable enough, which made the former look at him more. Tokaj's Chevrolet was all red, which was quite eye-catching when driving out. He was afraid that others would not notice them.

The man in the passenger seat was still kissing the chocolate bar. Bourbon was thinking about how to talk without being choked by him. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the man leisurely turn on the stereo. Was he going to play music? Was it the song he hummed today?

Soon Tokaj revealed the answer to him. The cover of the golden Buddha appeared on the screen, and from then on there was a car with Buddhist music lingering on the road.

Bourbon:…

You can't make it, right?