Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"you!"

"No, I won't show it to you!"

Ichiro Uzumoto stepped back. "Why do you say I did it based on a picture album? What evidence do you have?"

"Bread crumbs," Yin Jiu patted Conan, "next to Mr. Yumoto's body, I happened to see Conan picking up the bloody bread crumbs. I looked carefully at it at the time, and there was carbon powder on it. You should have used it to modify the sketch, right?"

"Maybe someone else framed him?" Mariko asked unwillingly. She said she could never believe that her cowardly son was the mastermind behind this incident.

"No," Yin Jiu's body swayed and he almost couldn't stand. He barely held on to the table. His hunger had already shown signs of redness and was still being consumed rapidly.

"Yin Jiu!"

"Jiu Jun!"

Conan and Xiaolan ran over worriedly, and Conan, who was closest, held Yin Jiu.

"No, because the bread crumbs fell in the room. Mr. Yumoto's room was locked from the inside. Judging from the bloodstains on the threshold, it is very likely that the old man fled to the room to avoid the murderer's pursuit, and then locked the room and bled to death."

Conan looked at Yin Jiu, whose face was pale, and took over the conversation.

"The corsage of Xiaowu that fell at the door is also very suspicious." Uzumoto Akiie couldn't help but question.

"This is different," Yin Jiu also calmed down at this moment, "Master Yuben was stabbed outside the room, but there is no blood on the corridor. The most likely possibility is that the murderer wiped the blood, and in this case, the corsage dropped outside the door could not have gone unnoticed."

"That is to say, the corsage was placed at the door intentionally, while the crumbs inside the door were left there accidentally."

"Now, can you show us your album?"

At this time, Yin Jiu had half of his body leaning on the chair, with one hand still supporting the table.

Everyone else, however, looked at Ichiro Uzumoto's album.

"No! Don't look!" Ichiro Uzumoto hugged the album and took a few steps back.

"Ichiro, don't be willful. Let us see, there must be some misunderstanding!"

Mariko Usamoto stretched out her hand to snatch the album, but Ichiro Usamoto waved her hand away.

"Ichiro..."

"Don't look, I did it!" Tears rolled down Ichiro Yamoto's eyes, and he lost his strength and fell to the ground.

"I once asked Grandpa to agree to let me marry Xia Jiang, but..."

"But grandpa ignored me and said I was a 'toad wanting to eat swan flesh'. Not long after, he actually agreed to let Xia Jiang and Xiao Wu get married!"

"And at Xia Jiang's wedding, Grandpa told me not to have unrealistic dreams."

Ichiro Uzumoto hugged the album tightly, his expression gradually changing from aggrieved to ferocious, "I will never, ever forgive them!"

As Ichiro cried out in despair again, everyone showed a hint of sympathy, except Yin Jiu, whose gaze was once again fixed on Ichiro Tsumoto.

That feeling came again, the feeling of overflowing power. The value in the experience bar on the board jumped forward a lot, and as a result, the hunger demand also increased slightly.

what is the problem?

Even before getting off the boat, Yin Jiu did not forget to look back at Ichiro Tsumoto, the financial sponsor who provided him with a huge amount of experience.

"Brother Yin Jiu, do you really not need to go to the hospital?" Conan couldn't help but suggest after observing Yin Jiu's expression.

"No, I'm not going. This is a disease I was born with. Ordinary hospitals can't cure it." Yin Jiu found a shady corner with an umbrella and waved to the people. "Don't worry, I've contacted my guardian and he will be here soon."

Seeing that someone was there to pick up Yin Jiu, Mao Lilan and others finally felt relieved.

And they left not long ago.

A Porsche 356A came from the other end and stopped across the street.

Yin Jiu looked around before quickly walking forward and opening the door.

"Hey, long time no see, Mr. Guardian." Yin Jiu took the blood bag handed over by Gin, tilted his head back and took a sip.

Satiety +10

The feeling of his stomach being full again made Yin Jiu close his eyes happily, but then he frowned again.

Why can blood bags, which are also blood removed from the human body, increase the feeling of fullness?

Yin Jiu clearly remembered that he had secretly tasted the blood of Ryumoto Ryunan on the boat. At that time, the blood was just like human food, which satisfied his appetite but had no other effect.

Is it that the blood of the dead is useless?

Yin Jiu recalled several ways that vampires in The Sims obtained food, including sucking the blood of living people, purchasing blood bags, and eating blood pulp.

Vampires have no chance of feeding on the blood of the dead.

So the blood of dead people cannot be absorbed?

Yin Jiu could understand it. Even if we put aside the games, many legends also described that vampires could not drink the blood of the dead.

But where does the experience increase come from?

Yin Jiu had no clue.

"Gin, go to Baijiu Pharmaceutical," Yin Jiu suddenly said, "I need a laboratory to verify some things."

-

Three days later.

"Blood type B, female, elderly... No, that's not right."

Yin Jiu held a straw in his right hand. In front of him was a whole row of glass cups, which were labeled with different labels and were more or less filled with half of the bright red liquid.

Yin Jiu was like a little bee, holding the tube in his mouth, trying this cup, then that cup.

"No, it's still not right."

"Glenfiddich, are you still testing samples?" Vodka came in carrying a box of blood bags. He had gone from being initially surprised to being accustomed to Yin Jiu's extremely abnormal 'research' method.

Researchers always have some quirks. He has also heard that some researchers in the neighboring laboratory like to pour bitter coffee into various test tubes marked as highly toxic substances and enjoy it.

Perhaps he had seen many test subjects drinking this kind of test tube substance, and he also wanted to experience the feeling himself?

Anyway, Vodka couldn't understand this kind of performance art, so he obediently took out two bags of new blood from the carton and helped pour them into the cup.

"This is the blood of the test subjects who haven't taken the medicine yet. The research team doesn't allow us to draw too much. This is all."

"Yeah." Yin Jiu didn't think it was too little. He picked up a cup at random, inserted the straw and took a big gulp.

Ok?

"Whose blood is this?" Yin Jiu stared at the experience bar that suddenly increased a lot, shook the cup and drank it in one gulp.

"This... this cup is..." Vodka took out the spring from the bottom of the box and matched the blood bag numbers with the last few names. "It's a rat from an organization. It was released into the laboratory in Japan three months ago."

"Oh?" Yin Jiu showed some interest, and looked at the card number marked with the code. "Do you have his usual physical examination data and observation videos? Bring them all over for me to see."

The picture was quickly brought up.

On the computer screen was a tall, thin, middle-aged man with decent facial features. However, throughout the video, he looked extremely terrified and hysterical when facing the blood test in a white coat.

This psychological quality is indeed not suitable for undercover work.

Yin Jiu made an assessment in his mind and then glanced at the other party’s report—it was an ordinary report, with low potassium content… It should be because he didn’t eat enough salt…

After pondering in the chair for a while, Yin Jiu turned the camera back to the part where blood was drawn.

"Ah!!! Let me go!!! Help!! Help!" Two men in white coats held the man down tightly. The needle was inserted into his forearm and the man screamed completely uncontrollably.

"...Could it be that the other party will gain more experience points by screaming and sucking blood?"

Yin Jiu recalled Ichiro Tsumoto's last cry and crossed out this extremely unreasonable answer.

The only possible truth left is emotion.