Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

Yuanzi readily agreed to Yin Jiu's invitation.

After sending Amuro Toru away, Yin Jiu threw the small gift from Piske into the safe, and his expression suddenly turned bad.

"Hey, Gin. Come here for a moment."

Yin Jiu half-knelt on one knee beside the sofa and dialed the number directly.

Gin was still doing his task when he suddenly heard Yin Jiu calling out his code name in a cold tone and was stunned for a second.

Then he decisively put away the telescope and connected to the public channel. "The next operation will be fully handled by Curacao. Vodka and I will go first."

After saying that, he picked up the equipment on the ground without hesitation and left in the direction of Porsche.

Following Chianti, Keel, who was about to go out to distract the target, stopped and asked, "Then should I go out?"

This mission has just begun, right?

Is Gin skipping work?

And vodka?

"Let's wait for Curacao to connect first." Chianti was obviously more experienced than Kiel in dealing with bosses skipping work. She put away her gun and wiped it with a handkerchief. Seeing Kiel still standing there in a daze, she couldn't help but explain, "It's probably Glenfiddich. That guy always calls to harass Gin at inopportune times. The key is that Gin always answers the phone. Everyone is used to it."

"Really? The chat recordings on our public channel will be saved and uploaded, right? Gin skipped work temporarily, won't the higher-ups take care of this?" Kiel looked at the green dot on the headset that still showed no one connected to the public channel in shock. He secretly memorized Glenfiddich's code name, and couldn't help but try more, "I've never heard of this code name before. Could he be an important person from other regions?"

"I don't know that."

Chianti glanced at Kiel and didn't reveal anything more, but Cohen suddenly added something.

"I heard that Glenfiddich and Gin actually have a bad relationship. It is said that Glenfiddich had previously reported Gin behind his back, which led to Gin being called in for a talk."

"And Gin always answers Glenfiddich's calls?" Chianti hates people who play tricks behind the scenes. Hearing that even Gin was tricked, he couldn't help but feel depressed. "Isn't there anyone to control him? That guy didn't listen to orders during the last mission."

"I don't like him either." Cohen shrugged, expressing his dislike but being powerless.

Could it be that this Glenfiddich holds a high position in the organization?

Gil listened to the conversation between the two and thought for a while, "If Gin is called away this time and something goes wrong in the operation, Glenfiddich should be punished, right?"

"It's hard to say. Maybe he went through the formal process and applied to the higher-ups to clean up the mess."

While Curacao was still online, Chianti couldn't help but say a few more words, "Glenfiddich doesn't seem like someone who follows orders. If he messed up somewhere, it wouldn't be surprising at all. Besides, he usually harasses Gin and goes against Gin. This time he just shook him over. Who knows, it might be a big trap."

"..."

"Gin actually has a pretty good temper." Kil was silent for a moment and felt that he had a new understanding of Gin.

-

In the Porsche 356A, the 'good-tempered' Gin, at this moment, has his hand on the gun and a grim smile on his face.

"Brother, where do we find Glenfiddich?" Vodka had been next to Gin, and when he heard Yin Jiu's tone on the phone, he felt something was wrong.

Even though Glenfiddich was usually a bit noisy, he would at most tease Gin once or twice, and he definitely wasn't the willful person who would suddenly interrupt the other person's task and call them over.

"Did something serious happen that forced Big Brother to step in?"

Vodka was a little anxious. The kid was fine when he saw him in the morning. How come he was... in just one afternoon?

It can't be that there is really something wrong with Bourbon and Pisco?

Want to kill him?

"He'd better be in trouble." Gin's expression remained unchanged, and he directly turned on the tracking device. "He's in the villa, we'll go over now."

Never mind how shocked Vodka was to see his eldest brother pull out the device that located Glenfiddich from under his seat.

Yin Jiu, who was still in the villa at the moment, was at the end of his strength - he was too sleepy.

This feeling of extreme sleepiness, palpitations and panic.

It made Yin Jiu feel like he was floating.

He was exhausted both physically and mentally from the torture, but he couldn't sleep yet.

Toru Amuro may come over at any time. After the sleep demand in the game drops to the lowest point, the little character will usually be forced to sleep until he is fully rested before waking up.

If he was found lifeless in the living room while he was sleeping.

Tomorrow's news will definitely have headlines like 'International child star dies suddenly at home'.

In short, you have to move to another place before falling asleep.

Yin Jiu held up his body and tried his best not to think to reduce the energy consumption.

"Click."

The door lock was slightly turned, and one side of the double doors was violently kicked open, revealing two figures, one tall and one short, standing against the light.

"Gin, vodka."

The long-lost sense of security filled Yin Jiu's heart for a moment, and he finally couldn't hold on and closed his eyes.

-

after one day.

The underground floor of Baijiu Pharmaceutical Factory.

Yin Jiu slowly opened his eyes and saw Gin and Vodka sitting at the control screens on both sides, with eight boxes of leftover takeout on the table.

"How long have I slept?" Yin Jiu counted the takeout boxes and estimated his sleep time.

"Exactly 27 hours." Gin glanced at the computer screen and continued typing on it.

Vodka stopped recording and paid attention to Yin Jiu's situation first. "Glenfiddie, how do you feel?"

God knows how painful it was for him when he and his elder brother opened the door and saw Glenfiddich lying lifeless in front of them.

Although this kid has only been in Japan for a short time, he is full of tricks to stir up trouble. He makes his presence felt in front of him and his older brother several times almost every day.

But Vodka didn't know what was wrong with him. Maybe it was because of the indulgence of his elder brother Gin, so he subconsciously accommodated Glenfiddich.

The more times you give in, the more time and emotion you have to invest. This is probably what people often call the cost of silence.

As a result, the meaning of Glenfiddich in vodka's mind has gradually changed.

At that time, Glenfiddich's body temperature was no different from that of a cold corpse, and Vodka's heart was just as cold.

"I feel fine," Yin Jiu blinked, looking at the vodka that was emitting a faint energy value in confusion. He reached out and unplugged several detection instruments attached to his head. "I'm just too sleepy. I've been having nightmares and can't sleep recently. I think Gin's instrument has detected this."

"How is it? The results have been recorded, right?" Yin Jiu patted his wrinkled coat and put his head close to Gin's screen.

"The radio waves are very normal nightmare wavelengths. You slept very soundly." Gin's fingers did not stop. After he pressed the last enter key to send, he raised his head and said, "How long has it been like this?"

"About a week," Yin Jiu thought about the time of his last advancement, "Actually nightmares aren't a problem. It's mainly because I'm physically extremely afraid of sleeping. I simply can't close my eyes and fall asleep normally."

"So if possible, prescribe me a strong sleeping pill, the strongest kind."

"..."

Gin stared at Yin Jiu for a while, then tapped on the computer a few times, "Your body is not suitable for many drugs. The next blood draw will be in half a month. Don't take medicine a week before the blood draw."

"I know, this medicine may not work for me, I'll take it back and try it." Yin Jiu agreed, stretched his neck and saw Gin added a few more strokes to his status bar, and was immediately dissatisfied, "I just had a nightmare, not to the extent of neurasthenia, don't write every symptom of mine so seriously."

"Serious?" Gin thought that Yin Jiu's condition was only mildly described as neurasthenia, so he looked at the child disrespectfully and pushed him aside. "How about getting a more professional researcher to come and diagnose you?"

"Forget it then." Yin Jiu was stuck for a moment. All the researchers at Baijiu Pharmaceutical are talented.

They were allowed to treat terminal illnesses first, without locking people up in the lab to cut them open and sew them up, or draw blood and then transfuse it back. That was the conscience of the industry. "My situation doesn't require the organization's high-end scientific researchers to come out."

Yin Jiu's attitude was rarely sincere.

Gin sneered and continued to enter the file. Everything that needed to be recorded about Yin Jiu's body had been recorded, so adding two more serious illnesses didn't really matter.

And entering more information is not without benefits. Glenfiddich's information is top secret in the organization, which means that the information is ultimately more like a physical examination report.

If Yin Jiu's health really becomes irreversibly fatal one day, it would not be considered dereliction of duty for Gin to have such a detailed record.

This way, every detail is recorded without omission, which is convenient for that person and himself, as they can always compare Yin Jiu's latest physical data.

"By the way, Pisco might bring me here for a physical examination soon." Yin Jiu watched Gin adding professional terms to every column of the document in great detail, and then thought of something else, "Remember to prepare a false document for me."

"I think this document is very good," Gin said with a smile on his face as he pressed two enter keys on the document, looking at the negative comments about his physical condition. "Just take this document out, and it may not take long before the old man can help you with your funeral arrangements."

"It's unlucky for you to say that. I am still confident that I can outlast you. When the time comes, I will reluctantly help you enjoy your inheritance."