Conan: On the possibility that Whiskey is an undercover agent

When he was notified to attend the organizational meeting, Iori Yemuro was still in the research institute. He took a look at the email that Gin sent him alone and felt overwhelmed.

He and Shirley sorted out all the information and registered the experimental subject report. These were the things he would use to fool the boss later. He would have to talk a lot in front of that gentleman to get funding.

"My project isn't finished yet, so you can do it yourself."

"You're so heartless, Shirley-chan."

Miyano Shiho suddenly stopped walking, ran back, and pulled out a file from the archives under Tokaj's expectant gaze, "Give me this."

"You're just leaving?"

Yeshiro Iori watched the other party leave without any reluctance, and said, "Good luck, goodbye."

What good luck? Ye Shiyi felt so humble. He brought the folder to the first floor, where Scotland had been waiting at the door for a long time.

Scotland glanced at the young master who exuded a decadent aura and said, "Can we set off now? Organize a meeting."

"No, I have more important things to do."

When he drove downstairs, he realized that this was to send Tokaj to meet the boss. It seemed that this had happened before, but Gin always sent him there personally. Was it because there was an organizational meeting today?

Since Gin agreed to let Scotland send him off, it means that Scotland has gained Gin's trust. Iori Yamuro is too lazy to pay attention to these. He is actually quite curious about the boss's attitude. After Aoi Yamuro's death, what will he use to stabilize himself?

No matter what, it was very clear that Iori Yemuro was still useful to him. He was followed into the elevator by the guy in the black suit and went straight to the top floor.

Walking slowly to the table, the boss's face was clearly visible - he was wearing a crow mask.

Without waiting for him to say anything, Ye Shiyi pulled out a stool and sat down, placing the information on the table. Before he opened his mouth, the low and hoarse voice of the voice changer sounded mechanically.

"You never disappoint, Tokaj."

"Of course."

Yeshiro Iori lowered his eyelids, a shadow cast over his golden eyes. He said calmly, "The research on the chip has been put into experiment. The test subjects are performing well and there is no rejection reaction to the Irish whiskey. Perhaps further experiments can be conducted."

"The loss rate of this batch of cyborgs is only 10%. Among them, 17 have been successfully equipped with firepower and chips, but they have not yet been tested in actual combat. It is estimated that the difference with Paston is not much."

"The success rate of limb reconstruction and chips has increased to 70%..." He paused for a moment, "Those rated below A have a higher loss rate, and we need more A-level and above experimental materials, as well as -"

He suddenly spread his hands, blinked at the boss, tilted his head and said: "Sir, I need more support——"

She seemed to be amused by this. "You refuse to take pocket money, and you refuse to accept financial support from your family, but you are asking me for funding?"

"That's different. I work for the organization. The funds are spent on the experiments, not on me."

Why not take advantage of the situation if you can?

Besides, he knew that the boss would definitely agree. But Ye Mu Yizhi still wanted to raise a money-eating beast por.max. (information dealer version) who spent money like water.

"That's what you deserve, minus the experiment fee." The man pushed a black card over, feeling inexplicably nostalgic.

Iori Yamuro had no intention of accepting it. His fingers tapped lightly on the solid wood black lacquer tabletop. Logically, he should have accepted it obediently, but he didn't intend to do so. "No merit, no reward, sir."

The glittering golden eyes were the same as they were back then. Wu Lian Wan Ye was stunned for a moment and could no longer take his eyes away from those eyes.

She's exactly like her...

Even their tempers are similar. Since joining the organization, Tokayi has rarely returned to the Yeshiro family to live. Even if he goes back, it is mostly to visit his sister. But now that Yeshiro Aoi is dead, he will no longer be willing to go back.

He must not be allowed to know about Ye Shi Kui's death.

Thinking of this, Wu Lian Wan Ye no longer tried to be soft-hearted, "I don't like naughty children. You have always understood this, Tokayi."

He knew that this was a warning. Iori Yemuro was not interested in the love-hate entanglement of the previous generation. Although he loved to eat melons, he was not so happy when the melon came to his own home.

He knew very well where the boss's preference for him came from. His mother had been dead for several years, but this guy still missed her and even gave him pocket money. This was probably the reason why they met so frequently.

But the boss gave him the feeling that... he wanted to be his little dad, which made Iori Yemuro feel like his dead father was being cheated on him. The person involved had obviously entered heaven, yet such a bloody drama could still be staged.

The romantic debt left by his mother was not blamed on his father, but ended up beingfallen upon himself. However, Iori Yemuro doesn't need a little dad, he only needs a stupid boss.

It’s a shame that I don’t have either of those…then I don’t want a little daddy!

But necessary compromises must be made. "Of course I understand. I will complete your order as soon as possible."

He looked exactly the same, with a bad temper, but Wu Lian Wanye said nothing. He was still too young and would only stop after being hit on the head and bleeding.

But Uren Maruya will not let her story happen again, and Tokayi will stay in the organization forever.

Organize meetings, bars

The light at the corner of the corridor was dim, and on both sides were imitation medieval oil lamps. The entrance was at the junction of light and dark, and the dark door was hidden in the darkness. Ye Shiyi reached out and knocked, and it was Vodka who opened the door.

I thought it would be the same as before, but this time there was one more person standing next to Gin. When Iori Yemuro appeared, he turned around and looked at him with the sharp eyes of a wolfhound predator - this was Rye Whiskey who had not been seen for a long time.

What Iori Yemuro noticed was the ring-shaped electronic device on the other party's neck. It was a detention ring that could release electric current and issue some simple commands, and could remotely control self-destruction when necessary.

It is the control method with the highest success rate at present, but because Iori Yemuro disliked this thing too obviously and too cumbersome, he turned to develop chips. The only experimental subject at present is Irish Whiskey, and he has performed well recently. The chip is still in the experimental stage, so the more conventional one is the detention ring.

But the question is, why was Lei put in the detention ring?

The only empty seat in the conference room was the one next to Bourbon. Iori Yemuro sat down under Gin's strange gaze. Not only Gin, but everyone present glanced at him vaguely. This strange atmosphere made him wonder if he should not be there.

"It's better not to let me find out that some people are affecting the mission because of personal feelings, otherwise they will all be treated as rats..."

Gin kept staring at this side when he said this. It didn't seem right to say that he was warning Iori Yemuro, and this attracted the attention of other members as well.

What does it mean?

Iori Yamuro took note of the seating order here. They were Vermouth, who was closest to Gin, Rye Whiskey, himself, and Bourbon Whiskey. Scotland sat opposite him, and next to him were Irish Whiskey and Tequila.

Who is he referring to?

Besides him and Vermouth, who else has been involved in scandals here? Gin and vodka?

No, that's too cultic, Ye Shiyi felt that it was impossible. The next second he met Bourbon's dark eyes. He lowered his voice, unable to hide his smile.

"What should we do? Are we going to be treated like rats?"