Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

Gin had just completed his mission for the evening and was about to go for a drink with Vodka when he saw a text message from Glenfiddich on his phone screen.

What's wrong with Glenfiddich?

Gin stopped and glanced at Vodka who couldn't help but glance over here, and replied with a "?" at high speed.

Receiving the letter without even a signature, Yin Jiu smiled and typed a string of words, "Got it. (?v?v?)——Glenfiddich"

"..."

Gin took a deep breath, and without waiting for Vodka to react, he stamped out his cigarette, turned and walked towards the car.

"Big brother?"

Vodka followed behind, and he guessed that it was Glenfiddich. After all, there were not many people who could contact him precisely before or after the big brother's mission. Glenfiddich was one of them. This kid's timing was sometimes even more accurate than the email from the gentleman above.

Seeing Gin's increasingly quick pace, he knew he shouldn't say anything, but he couldn't help but tremble in his voice, "Is there something wrong with Glenfiddich again?"

"Ten minutes to find the exact address of the locator and see what happened over there?" Gin did not answer Vodka, but skillfully took out a notebook from the car and turned on the positioning device inside.

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Yin Jiu didn't know that Gin had become busy again because of his neurotic remarks. After getting the answer he wanted, Yin Jiu was satisfied and started to operate on the mobile phone interface again.

More emails were sent out. That evening, Chianti, Cohn, Pisco, and Rum all received greetings from Glenfiddich.

Of course, Vermouth, who was far away on the other side of the ocean, was not left out.

"?"

It was still afternoon in the United States. Stars Chris Wynyard and Vermouth had just come off the set and got into the car when the organization's cell phone suddenly vibrated.

Is it a new mission?

Vermouth leaned back to avoid the sight of the people around her and opened the main interface.

"Belmode, do you feel free? - Glenfiddich"

A completely unfamiliar number, followed by a familiar code name.

What does it mean?

The image of Yin Jiu's delicate face flashed through Vermouth's mind, and she immediately became alert.

Did something happen to this child in Japan?

She sat up straight, reached out to grab her computer from the car, and quickly searched for entries related to Yin Jiu.

"Could it be that Gryffindy has changed his mind?"

No, not likely.

As soon as the thought came to her mind, Vermouth took the initiative to deny the answer.

Given Glenfiddich's physical condition, it seems unlikely that he could leave the organization directly.

He had no motive to do so.

So... is this a test?

Vermouth couldn't figure out what the rebellious teenagers were thinking, so she simply typed a line of words in the email.

"Of course~——Vermouth"

Yin Jiu, who didn't expect to receive a response from others, was surprised to find that Vermouth was the first to respond to him.

In excitement, he immediately added another message.

"Vermouth, is it daytime over there? Long time no see, how have you been recently? Do you plan to come to Japan to play? - Glenfiddich"

"..."

This time the news fell on deaf ears.

Yin Jiu had no choice but to take back his phone in disappointment.

It seems that the members of the organization are still not used to this casual way of greeting.

Clearly, this woman had pretended to be his mother and taken good care of him when he was in the United States. This was too much of a show.

Yin Jiu sighed deeply, changed the interface, and prepared to continue teasing his legitimate guardian Gin.

The door was gently pushed open a crack.

"?" Yin Jiu looked up alertly and saw a familiar little head poking its head in from outside the door.

"Conan?" Yin Jiu directly called out the other person's name.

The sneaky little kid was obviously startled, and the whole door was shaking.

"Yin Jiu, why is it you?"

"Why not me?" Yin Jiu was puzzled by the question. He put his phone on the table and opened the door. Conan immediately understood and came in. "There was a shooting outside. It's very dangerous. Why are you running around alone?"

"I'm here to help Uncle Maori solve the case." Conan used his usual excuse and looked at Yin Jiu with a puzzled look, "Don't you know that the room where the shooting took place is right next to you?"

"What a coincidence?" When Yin Jiu came back, the smell of blood had already spread. In addition, he was completely focused on collecting emotional points, so he didn't notice that the crime scene was next door.

Then he immediately made an expression of sudden enlightenment, "No wonder Mr. Amuro left so quickly, he must have discovered something and helped solve the case, right?"

"Let me make a dramatic assumption. Are you here now because the gentleman who asked you to take a photo is the deceased's roommate?"

"That's right." Conan nodded and said weakly, "The uncle and I were called here with Mr. Sasai because we helped the suspect take photos."

"It seems that your luck is still as bad as before," Yin Jiu touched his chin, recalling the plot this time, and then he looked at Conan in surprise, "That's not right, since there is only one suspect, what are you doing here?"

"Because there are few traces at the scene," Conan was a little depressed when talking about this, "At present, we can only start from the directions of acquaintances and alibis, but the suspect..."

"But Mr. Sasai took photos with us at the festival before and after the incident?" Yin Jiu followed Conan's words and explained the reason. "In fact, according to the normal reasoning process, it is very likely that this kind of case was committed by an acquaintance. Generally speaking, it can be directly concluded that the person traveling with him is the murderer. But unfortunately, Mr. Sasai, the only person traveling with him, can provide a complete alibi. I think you guessed that the other party used some props to kill people, so you came to my room to check, right?"

Conan nodded, but halfway through he felt something was wrong. Yin Jiu's insight was so high that it was frightening. He couldn't have guessed something by saying that, right?

really. . .

"So is it possible that the photo was tampered with?" Yin Jiu gave the answer directly. He remembered that there was no plot in the comics where Conan searched the surrounding rooms.

Is it because of Toru Amuro that the plot has shifted?

Yin Jiu stared at Conan with deep eyes, wondering what he was thinking. After a while, he took out a mask from the suitcase next to him and put it on. "Come on, take me to the crime scene."

The first thing Yin Jiu saw when he entered the next room was Toru Amuro standing in front of the table checking photos.

"This alibi does seem perfect," Toru Amuro compared the photos in his two hands and frowned instinctively when he saw Yin Jiu bringing Conan over.

"Xiao Jiu, why are you here?"

He stood between the two of them inconspicuously, separating his silly roe deer from the 'bad boy' Conan, "Didn't I tell you to wait for me in the room?"

"Yes...it's because..." Yin Jiu lowered his eyes and glanced vaguely at Sasai who was standing aside and exuding emotions. His expression was dejected and he hesitated to explain.

"Okay, it's because the Maori kid ran to you and made a fuss about coming over." Seeing Yin Jiu's pitiful appearance, Amuro Toru naturally found an excuse for Yin Jiu and didn't have the heart to continue blaming him. "I think I have evidence to prove who the criminal is. You wait for me in the next dormitory, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, he turned his head and focused his attention on the photos again, and saw that Conan had climbed onto the table at some point and was concentrating on comparing the photos.

“......” This little devil!

New and old accounts piled up together, and finally Conan was thrown out by Amuro Toru with a big bag on his head.

Yin Jiu also followed him out.

"Hey, your agent is too harsh." Conan, who had no idea what he was blamed for, complained with his head covered.

"This is also related to your own mischief." Yin Jiu poked the balloon on Conan's body, and obviously stood on the side of his old colleague. "Brother Tou is usually a very good person, and didn't he say that he had found a flaw in the murderer's alibi? This matter should be over soon."

"He has discovered the flaw? When?" Conan widened his eyes.

"With Tou's ability, it's not difficult to think of this," Yin Jiu thought that it was destined not to be Conan's turn to perform in this case, and very considerately announced the answer, "Mr. Amuro told me that Japan is a country that prohibits guns, so the murderer who can prepare a pistol in advance usually planned the crime long in advance."

"When I walked in just now, I was thinking, since the murderer could prepare the gun and set up the scene in advance, why couldn't he prepare an alibi in advance?"

Yin Jiu's voice was very low but just loud enough for Conan to hear.

"Prepare an alibi in advance, is it possible..."

Conan wanted to ask in return which murderer did not plan his alibi in advance?

An electric arc suddenly flashed through his mind, "You mean..."

"Yes." Yin Jiu nodded. "Take the photo one or two years in advance and save it in the camera. As long as you take the last photo in the year of the crime, and if your hairstyle and clothes remain the same, it should be difficult for people to tell, right?"

"Good reasoning." Toru Amuro opened the door at some point, and the guards behind him carried Sasai out on both sides. It was obvious that the case had been solved.

He glanced at the prisoner and nodded to the other policemen, then continued to add to the two children, "But the prisoner in this case was a bit careless, leaving a watch mark on his wrist. If it weren't for this, it would probably take a lot of effort to force him to confess."

"Is that so? That's really careless." Yin Jiu saw Bourbon nodding to the prisoner, and consciously followed the train of thought of his agent and colleague in the organization, and sighed regretfully, "What a pity."

With such good psychological qualities, he would have been a good candidate.

"..." Amuro Toru felt that something was not right about Yin Jiu's expression. After a long silence, he turned his gaze to Conan who had been with Yin Jiu.

This kid who often came to bother his silly roe deer seemed to bring some cases every time, and he always strolled around the crime scene with a relaxed look on his face.

It seems abnormal no matter how you look at it.

If a decent child is not deliberately guided by some adults, who would analyze the methods used by criminals every day?

Even if the child's parents are famous detectives who are in the limelight recently, it is still unreasonable. He is too young. Even if they want to train him to inherit his legacy, it is too early for him to be directly exposed to murder cases at this age.

It is not like an organization that needs to be put into use as soon as possible. This kind of educational method of forcing growth can easily cause psychological problems in children.

Moreover, Toru Amuro just eavesdropped on their conversation. His son, Xiao Jiu, is an excellent student, so it is normal for him to be smarter.

But Conan is only 7 years old. His adult-like tone of voice and keen insight make Toru Amuro feel extremely uncomfortable and he feels that Conan may not be as simple as he seems.

Conan, who was separated from Amuro Toru again, had a face full of question marks, and saw his friend's dark-skinned agent showing him a very formal smile, "Little friend, my artist is very tired today, I have to take him back to rest as soon as possible. If you have anything to do, come and play with him another day, okay?"

Amuro Toru asked this question in a gentle voice, but his tone was stern and unquestionable.

After saying that, he took Yin Jiu away.

There is something wrong with this family. He must find out what is going on with Kogoro Mouri's family!