Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

It's really what you say.

Yin Jiu's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly pretended to be clueless and walked towards the hotel in two or three steps. "That's strange. So many people are going back to the hotel early tonight?"

"Wait." Amuro Toru locked the car a step late before getting out. He noticed the police car parked in front of him with its lights off, and quickly grabbed the young man and pulled the fool back. "It seems like something happened. There's a police car."

Toru Amuro grabbed the back of Yin Jiu's collar tightly, his originally relaxed expression froze, and a bad premonition filled his heart.

"Hey? Don't you know? There was a shooting in the hotel. Someone died with a big hole in his head." An old lady passing by was fascinated by Yin Jiu's appearance, and after hearing what Amuro Toru said, she couldn't help but come forward to gossip.

"Shooting case? Have the police caught the criminal?" Yin Jiu tilted his head and saw passers-by shaking their heads in confusion. He blinked and added, "But if they haven't caught him, with so many people gathered here, if the murderer is randomly killing people out of revenge, it's hard to say whether he will be unable to resist and open fire here."

"Ah, this..." The aunt's face turned pale. Obviously, she hadn't expected this. She swallowed subconsciously, then looked down at her watch with a stiff expression, "Oh, it's so late. If I don't go back home, my dear will rush me."

After saying this, he looked hurried and ran away into the depths of the parking lot as if he was running for his life.

"..scared away." Yin Jiu gained a direct emotional point. Just as he was about to look away contentedly, he was gently hit on the top of his head by a hard object.

"Why did you say that to that big sister?" Amuro's face was gloomy. Yin Jiu's behavior seemed to be just a scary game played by ordinary young people with a bad taste, but the current situation was more special.

A murder really happened just now, but Yin Jiu had no reaction at all when he heard the news. Instead, he smiled and told a bad joke in a teasing tone that was closely related to the life and death of a large group of people.

They are just like the crows in the organization who are used to seeing death and don't take human life seriously.

"Does what I said make no sense?" Yin Jiu covered his head in confusion. "Shootings like this happen all the time in the United States. It was clearly just an act of revenge, but after the shooting, they realized that killing was just that simple. The weak suddenly became strong and immediately began to vent their dissatisfaction with society... Then they started shooting en masse without distinguishing between friend and foe."

"This is not America." Amuro Toru rubbed his temples with a headache. Realizing the differences between Japan and the United States that he had always ignored, Amuro Toru patiently explained to Yin Jiu, "Japan is a country that bans guns. It is extremely rare for a single shooting to occur, and it is even less likely that there will be a shooting in the street."

"But, since it's a country that bans guns, it must be very difficult to get a gun, right?" Yin Jiu frowned. "It was so difficult to get a gun, shouldn't we do something big after getting it? Otherwise, what a loss?"

Yin Jiu nodded in agreement. It was rare to see a hint of emotion in this stingy colleague. He felt a sense of accomplishment rising in his heart.

Then Yin Jiu kindly offered some comfort to the colleague who was lost in thought, "However, the Japanese prisoners are not as courageous as those in the United States. You don't have to be too scared. The police are here and the matter should be over soon."

"..." Amuro Toru lowered his head, looking at his silly roe deer's serious expression of 'comforting you', and the anger that had just surged in his heart was inexplicably calmed down.

However, what Yin Jiu said just now was too radical after all, which was totally inconsistent with his usual good student style. Instead, it made him see the shadow of Chianti Gin.

Is Gin a hybrid of American and Japanese?

Amuro Toru's train of thought took a short detour, and he noticed Yin Jiu's self-righteous expression. He then recalled Yin Jiu's previous words for a moment, and his brows jumped. "Criminals are not worthy of being worshipped, especially those crazy people in the United States. Those who will truly be respected, loved and remembered are always those who are useful to society and have made outstanding contributions to mankind."

"At your age, it's easy to yearn for the chivalry, freedom and indulgence of gangsters because of film and television propaganda. But in fact, real criminal gangs are not so free. They are a group of crows hiding in the dark and eating carrion. They have no friendship and no freedom. They live like rats crossing the street and zombies. Everyone wants to bite a piece of the other's meat from behind..."

“…” No, Bourbon, don’t say that about yourself suddenly!

Yin Jiu pondered over what Amuro Toru said, stared at the other's face carefully for a moment, sighed silently, and glanced away reluctantly.

Toru Amuro stopped his words of advice because of Yin Jiu's gaze. When he saw the sympathy in the silly roe deer's eyes, he instantly became depressed.

No... He said all that, but he didn't mean to make the silly roe deer sympathize with those lawless thugs!

Tired, Toru Amuro finally took Yin Jiu back to the room, told him not to go out, and left alone.

Yin Jiu followed Bo Ben all the way and inexplicably gained a lot of emotional points. Now he was satisfied and nodded in agreement obediently.

"It's a pity that the hunger needs are not consumed fast enough, otherwise I could absorb more points at one time." Yin Jiu sat down on the edge of the bed, regretting that the experience bar was still progressing slowly, and took out his mobile phone.

"Gin, do you feel free? - Glenfiddich"