Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"Yes," Yin Jiu closed the lunch box on the table, "I came here specially to see Mount Fuji."

"I see." Mao Lilan nodded, but felt something was wrong.

Yin Jiu probably doesn't have many friends in Japan.

Mixed-race children are often excluded by the mainstream in Japan. Yin Jiu is one year younger than his classmates in the same grade, and he often takes leave and misses classes.

By the way, I heard that Yin Jiu's guardian is also a busy man. Thinking about it this way, it's no wonder that he can only take the Shinkansen alone on weekends to kill time.

Mao Lilan felt some sympathy for Yin Jiu and took the initiative to invite him, "Xiao Jiu, if you want to see Mount Fuji, it shouldn't be on this side. Why don't you go to our side? You will probably be able to see the mountain in a while."

"Okay." Yin Jiu blinked and agreed without any hesitation.

Just at this moment, Gin and Vodka stood up from their seats, and Conan ran away briskly.

"...This kid really likes to run around." Yin Jiu did not deliberately stop him, but looked in the direction where Conan ran away and followed behind Mao Li Ran.

"Conan! Don't just stick chewing gum under other people's chairs!" Mao Lilan took a tissue and removed the chewing gum that Conan had stuck under the chair, and threw it into the trash can on the armrest.

Yin Jiu followed behind and couldn't help rubbing Conan's head. "Stick gum on the back of tables and chairs. Many children in the United States also like to do this. But..."

"But?" Ran Mouri's eyes never left Conan, but she also pricked up her ears curiously.

"But in the dead of night, these chewing gums may be taken out and re-tasted by some extreme secret admirers."

"Yes, is that so?" Mao Lilan's eyes were wide open. She imagined the scene of an unknown person taking out the chewing gum she had eaten and chewing it again, and she got goosebumps all over her body.

"So, don't leave your chewing gum outside randomly." Yin Jiu glanced at Conan, who was also a little stiff, and smiled evilly, "Who knows if some strange person will help you savor it again when you don't know."

"So...so scary."

With stiff expressions, they sat down at the end of the seats where the Maori family was sitting.

Conan turned on his headphones only after seeing Gin and Vodka return to their seats.

"Finally I can have a cigarette." Vodka's voice came from the headset, "Hey, there's something in the armrest, it looks like chewing gum?"

Conan's face froze.

"It must have been dropped by the previous group. Don't worry about it."

This is the sound of Gin.

As the monitor was put back into the box, the topic did not deviate in a more insane direction.

Conan exhaled slowly and looked at Yin Jiu with crescent eyes. It was all because of this guy's words about tasting it again that almost led him astray.

Yin Jiu blinked with a half-smile when Conan looked at him. Thanks to the vampire's good hearing, the conversation in the headphones could be clearly heard by Yin Jiu.

The two people on the other end were visibly relaxed, and were now chatting away.

"Brother Gin, Glenfiddich actually got involved in this mission?" Vodka glanced at Yin Jiu's original seat, "Are we going to wait for him when we get off the bus later?"

"Humph, that guy contacted that gentleman privately, and the higher-ups gave the order to ignore him." Gin's tone was clearly unfriendly, "You troublesome thing, you'd better turn into ashes along with this train."

"Ashes, ashes?" Vodka was startled, then realized that this was probably just what Brother Gin said in anger, so he tried to persuade him, "Brother, actually Grenfiddich didn't mean to take the mission, he just..."

"He'd better give a result afterwards, if he still wants us to clean up the mess," Gin was obviously not satisfied with just a few words and continued to let himself go, "Next time I will turn him into fireworks."

"...Smoke, fireworks?!" Conan was startled and stood on the chair.

The people around focused their attention on him, and Gin stopped talking.

"Sakura, Sakura!" Conan shouted, pointing to a row of trees with white buds outside.

"Idiot, how can there be cherry blossoms in this season?" Maori Kogoro looked outside, "This should be another variety."

"Ha, hahahaha, is that so?" Conan scratched his head and sat down again.

Yin Jiu also looked out the window and touched his forehead tiredly.

Thank you, he heard everything, Gin is so childish...

The train door opened again, and this time Gin and Vodka walked out one after the other.

Conan also started to move.

"What is this kid going to do now?" Mao Lilan stretched out her hand to grab the person back, but once again she caught nothing. "Really."

"Let's go and take a look together." Yin Jiu was very patient. He patted the non-existent dust on his knees and followed.

-

"Conan! Come back here!"

Yin Jiu watched as Mao Li Ran grabbed Conan's collar with one hand and pulled the entire elementary school student back to the train.

"Conan, are you going to run down the car alone?" Yin Jiu was behind him, handing Conan a lemon candy. "If you're bored, you can go to the restaurant with me to get some snacks, but if you run down alone, everyone will be worried."

"Really? Can't this kid be as worry-free as Yin Jiu?" Uncle Maori returned to his seat with his hands behind his back, and complained with undisguised disgust.

"How about I take him to the restaurant to buy some snacks?" Yin Jiu pulled Conan to his side considerately. "Conan must be feeling too bored after sitting in the car for such a long time."

"That's not right. It's such a big expense for you..." Mao Lilan was about to refuse.

Conan stood up and hugged Yin Jiu, "That's great, Brother Yin Jiu, I'm really bored, please take me to see some snacks."

“This child…”

Seeing Conan like this, Xiaolan had no choice but to let Yin Jiu hold Conan's hand and go to the restaurant.

"You can't run around when you follow me." Yin Jiu held Conan's hand, fearing that the child would run away.

Conan lowered his head and began to think.

Judging from the conversation between the two people, he must have made a transaction with someone in the car when he left halfway.

It is very likely that there are explosives in that bag. Now that the two men in black have got off the car, it means that the explosives may be detonated at any time.

But there are so many people carrying black briefcases that it is impossible to investigate them all in such a short time.

Conan looked around and saw another group of people coming from the front, each holding a black briefcase in their hands.

"The Japanese really pay attention to details," Yin Jiu said as he walked in the middle of the aisle, "It's obviously the same train, but they actually distinguish between non-smoking cars and ordinary cars."

Oh, and this is a non-smoking car!

A fine line crossed Conan's mind and he looked up at Yin Jiu.

Once again I got a clue from this child. Is it a coincidence?