Conan: On the possibility that Whiskey is an undercover agent

Scotland's cooking skills are in stark contrast to his usual appearance of scaring children to tears.

"Don't like spicy food?" Scotland accepted it well and silently made a note of it in his mind.

He found that the young master was actually very easy to feed. As long as it was sweet enough, he was not picky at all, and he had almost no requirements for other foods. In daily life, although he complained about Shirley's bad taste, he would wear whatever she bought... except sweaters.

He also didn't understand why the young master would never wear a sweater even if he was freezing to death even though he had a whole cupboard full of them. Maybe as a human being he still couldn't understand the noble thoughts of a cat.

The young master hesitated for just a moment, then obeyed Scotland's words without any resistance, testing like a kitten, as if this was not an ordinary piece of fish, but some prey that was not yet dead.

There were very few seasonings. Iori Yemuro rarely ate fish. He didn't have a good impression of it. It would be better to say that he had an inexplicable prejudice against all foods except sweets. In short, he didn't like eating fish.

After finishing the food quickly, he looked at Scotland, who showed a surprised expression, "How do you feel? Do you want to eat more?"

Being stared at by those blue eyes, Iori Yemuro's words of refusal got stuck in his lips and he swallowed them back. Why did he feel that Scotland did it on purpose? What's wrong with this guy?

Dinner was finished quickly. Even though the young master didn't eat much, he was unwilling to eat an extra bite of rice. His sugar intake was not as good as usual, so he was obviously not in a good condition and looked a little listless.

"Did Gin tell you? The mission is in a few days."

Yeshiro Iori took out the invitation letter and explained to himself, not caring whether Scotland could speak Russian or not, "Although the address is not mentioned, I guess it should be a church in a monastery in the suburbs. You may need to go there in advance."

He seemed to remember something, "You haven't met 02 yet, you may need to get to know him better, after all, you need to act with him."

"If nothing unexpected happens, I'll probably be back soon." After all, it's just a test. When the time comes, I'll hand Paston over to the demon and write a random lab report, and the test mission will be completed.

As for the Lord's ascension ceremony, he didn't believe in religion, so it would be useless for him to go. He went back immediately to submit the report after finishing the test.

Scotland felt that if he said there would be no accidents, then there would definitely be accidents. The young master's luck was breathtaking. When he went to the supermarket to draw the lottery just now, he didn't even get the consolation prize. The staff kept apologizing for forgetting to check all the blank pieces of paper.

I am used to it. It seems that all bad things happen to him. When he was doing research, his laboratory was bombed and he was sent to Northern Europe for support for half a year. When he was on field work, he had to do it himself because of poor drug supervision. Or he was betrayed by unreliable experimental subjects... He couldn't even see his sister for the last time.

Scotland reached out and touched the pendant. Even the relic fell into the hands of an outsider. Who said it wasn't true? There is no one with worse luck than the young master.

It was not an illusion. Tokaj had almost given up defending against him since then. It was not accurate to say that. He was at a very strange critical point, neither taking the initiative nor rejecting.

But I am using him, when it is obvious that I am the only one he can choose. Gin will never completely stand on the side of the young master, he always puts the organization first.

[He can't let these things affect the progress of the experiment. ]

The silver-haired killer said so, and Scotland knew that was the reward the organization demanded for protecting Tokai.

Just as he had just thought, he had experienced all the bad things, but he was the one who benefited. He just happened to be in the position where he was most needed, and he didn't have to do anything to gain the young master's favor.

But it was just a gesture of goodwill.

This was not enough, Scotland felt inexplicably irritated.

The only sound in the living room was the cheerful background music of cartoons. The young master, who was rarely relaxing, seemed to be planning to break his strict biological clock. When Scotland approached, he saw the potion in the other's hand, which he was about to inject into his vein.

The sugar intake today was less than usual, and he was having trouble controlling the aftereffects of addiction, so he would ask Shirley to switch to another type tomorrow.

His hands were empty, and he vaguely saw Scotland sitting next to him. He hooked his arm and injected him with the injection. The slightly cool needle pierced the skin, and the slowly pushed in liquid caused the blood vessels to bulge slightly.

I should have gone to the room earlier.

He only had time to think this way before he lost consciousness in the dizziness and hallucination brought by the drugs. Scotland did not leave, but just stared at the man leaning on the sofa. His golden eyes were half covered by his eyelids, and he looked much more obedient than usual.

No matter how close he got, he would not move to flee. Normally, he would be like a flowing cat body that could not be touched. He could not help but reach out and touch the other's soft and fluffy hair, which gave him the illusion that he was really raising a cat.

But that was not the case. He glanced at the syringe in his hand. It was medicine, but why?

I have already had an injection today, so what on earth is this?

It only took a few minutes to wait for the young master to come to his senses, but Scotland was reluctant to see him fiddling with it quietly and casually.

"No need to help next time, I'll do it myself."

He said this, and seemed unhappy. Scotland did not speak. He put away the needle. This was just a small test. He tried to regard himself as the young master's most loyal deputy, but he didn't know what was wrong. No matter what, he always thought of the gentleman.

He needed to know more information about the young master, and if he refused to answer, he would have to find it himself.

Shaking off the hand that was touching him, Iori Yemuro could hardly control the expression on his face. He knew that his mental state might not be normal now, but he needed to try his best to maintain a normal appearance.

He was really bewildered. He actually chose to use the potion when Scotland was here... No, this has exceeded the daily dosage. The reason why he didn't bring the potion with him was to control himself. Then where did he get the potion just now?

Could it be that he couldn't control himself and brought it back?

That's too bad. It means that he is addicted to a certain extent. Shirley must replace the reagent as soon as possible.