Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"Well... I actually..." Conan just put the biscuit into his mouth when he heard his junior's invitation. He immediately cleared his throat with a guilty conscience, "I'm not alone... Actually just now..."

"Conan! Why are you running around everywhere?" At this time, Mao Lilan came around the corner with two men and one woman. When she saw Conan and Yin Jiu together, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior Sister Lan," Yin Jiu greeted her, and his eyes swept over the bald man among the crowd. The other party was wearing a bathrobe at the moment, but it could not cover up the strong smell of blood and gunpowder on his body.

"It seems that we are not destined to watch the fireworks together." Yin Jiu suddenly touched Conan's head lovingly, and then pushed him to Mao Lilan's side. "The relationship between people is as complicated as a spider's thread. It would be great if the innocent friendship between classmates could always remain the same as it was at the beginning!"

"..." Conan staggered after being pushed by Yin Jiu. Luckily, he managed to protect the cookie in his hand and looked back at Yin Jiu. He couldn't help but twitching his eyes. "Hey, I just didn't go to watch the fireworks together. Don't make it sound like I betrayed you!"

"What? I just think the current environment is very suitable for saying such things." Yin Jiu did not intend to give more spoilers, but rearranged his clothes, "Since it is my uncle's classmates' reunion, it is definitely not appropriate for me to disturb it."

Yin Jiu watched them leave and then turned back decisively.

Masuyama Kenzo had been observing the environment vigilantly from behind and did not join them. Seeing Yin Jiu turn around and go to the room, he was forced to come back to his senses, "Aren't you going to watch the fireworks?"

"Yes, I won't go." Yin Jiu's wine-red eyes reflected the 'flowers' outside the window, revealing a thoughtful look, "I suddenly feel that fireworks are not so interesting. Have you heard of the saying that fireworks fade away easily? Even if the feelings were strong in the past, they will gradually fade away like the brilliant fireworks at that moment, right?"

"Mr. Masuyama, I'm afraid we have to leave as soon as possible," Yin Jiu opened the door of the room and slowly put his clothes into his backpack one by one. "I heard the sound of gunfire just as the fireworks were blooming."

"Gun?" Masuyama Kenzo was stunned for a second, then reacted a little later, "Are you familiar with this sound?"

"Yes, although it sounds similar to the sound of firecrackers. But after all, I have lived in the United States for many years, and the area where I live is not safe. Sometimes I can hear gang gunfights outside. So no matter what, I will not be mistaken about this sound."

Yin Jiu just smiled at him mysteriously, and continued to analyze the follow-up cautiously, "When the shooting happened, I roughly estimated its location. It happened to be where Senior Sister Lan went. If all the people living there are Uncle Maori's classmates..."

That would probably be a horrific tragedy.

Yin Jiu didn't say the rest, but when Kenzo Masuyama heard this, he roughly understood the situation of that group of people.

On the surface, he sighed deeply, but in his heart he silently raised Yin Jiu's potential to a higher level. Being able to identify positions by sound and distinguish gunshots amidst the noisy sounds of fireworks, this is a talent!

"But these are not our business right now. We can't be photographed by reporters here." Yin Jiu saw Piske also started to pack up his things and nodded with satisfaction. "I'm sorry, Mr. Masuyama. It's all because of my celebrity status. Your vacation plan has been ruined."

"How can I blame you?" Masuyama Kenzo was eager to take him to the research institute to inspect the results. While packing up, he secretly rejoiced in his heart. Fortunately, Yin Jiu was an artist, otherwise, as a member of an organization, it would not be suitable for him to have too much contact with the police. Taking advantage of this excuse to leave now, he could also show that he cared about his adopted son and win Yin Jiu's favor.

He had a hunch that if he could really lure Yin Jiu, this "potential stock", back to the organization, his status would only rise and not fall. By then, perhaps even RUM would have to respectfully address him as Lord Pisk.

Thinking of the bright future, Piske looked at Yin Jiu with a hint of something else in his expression. "It takes quite a long drive from here to the city, but it's quite close to Baijiu Pharmaceutical. The institute has a place for patients and staff to sleep. It's just right that they can arrange a physical examination for you. You can stay there tonight."

"That's such a coincidence," Yin Jiu responded, quietly looking for the box of delicious cookies he had just eaten on the table. Baijiu Pharmaceutical is across the entire city from here, and Piske didn't say a word of truth.

"Are you looking for cookies? You seem to like them very much." Seeing Yin Jiu's eyes wandering around the table, Masuyama Kenzo immediately found a few bags of cookies from the mezzanine. "Everything in the B&B is paid for. If you like, you can take some to eat in the car."

"Thank you!" Yin Jiu's eyes lit up and he immediately took the biscuit handed over by Piske, but unexpectedly heard the system prompt sound.

"Beep, object detected: 'Sandwich biscuits with sleeping pills'. The sleeping pills have no taste and will not affect the taste of the food at all."

"..."

Yin Jiu turned the packaging bag over twice but could not find any traces of injection, so he had to open it and stuff it into his mouth in revenge.

Okay, old cadre, it’s reliable!

-

It was already late at night when they arrived at the research institute again. The researcher at the front desk obviously recognized the two of them, and his face turned even paler when he saw Yin Jiu again.

"Arrange two rooms and give the child a full-body check-up." Masuyama Kenzo stretched out two fingers, pointed at Yin Jiu who was lying on a stretcher behind him, and signed his name in the list of visitors with ease.

This time, the researcher at the front desk checked the signature first, then looked at the boy lying on the stretcher, hesitating what to say.

“…”Okay, I’ll go find Glenfiddich privately to sign the contract later.

With a bitter face, he stuffed the registration form under the table, made a gesture, and silently followed Yin Jiu's stretcher.

There have been recent rumors that the organization is conducting a crackdown on rats during this period, and some cadres from different factions are taking this opportunity to eliminate dissidents.

He had heard that Glenfiddich was actually the inspector of the organization, and Gin had disliked Pisk for a long time. Now these three people were following him in and out from time to time, and something big was bound to happen sooner or later!

... Alas, when gods fight, mortals suffer.

The researcher nervously escorted the person into the laboratory, waved his hand and asked the others to go out. When he turned around, he saw Yin Jiu sitting up in high spirits.

"Gin, why are you here too? Where's Vodka?" Yin Jiu waved to the researcher at the door and quickly filled in his code name. He glanced at the console and saw Gin sitting in front of the computer screen looking for information.

"Vodka is on a mission." Gin didn't even raise his head. His hands were moving quickly as he searched for documents, but he didn't say anything polite. "I heard you were going to die?"

"What do you mean I'm dying?" Yin Jiu's mouth twitched and he immediately retorted, "It's just that my wound is having trouble healing. Who is spreading rumors about you?"

"Hmph." Gin sneered. A red lock icon appeared on the far right of the console, and then an electric gate with an electric fence rose at the laboratory exit.

"Don't forget that you are a precious experimental specimen of the organization. The reason you are still alive is because you still have the value of regeneration. If your wounds cannot be healed at all during this examination, what will be the consequences? I don't need to emphasize this personally, do I, Gryffindy?"

"What consequences can there be? Are you going to split my body and preserve it in advance?" Yin Jiu stared at Gin's expression for a long time. Seeing that he didn't react, he shrugged in boredom. He took the initiative to walk to the cabinet and took out the alcohol and blood drawing equipment.

"Don't worry. If that's the case, I think the people above me will be more anxious than me. After all, if the raw materials of the 'drug' can't be regenerated, then both the new research and the original results will be wasted, right?"

"Before the organization can clone a copy of me, they will ensure my health no matter what." Yin Jiu walked to Gin, unscrewed the cap of the alcohol bottle, put the rubber tube on the table, and stretched out his hand.

"And I'm not completely clueless about why my body became like this this time. Bourbon often came to my place to cook recently, so there were no blood bags in the refrigerator. I haven't drunk fresh blood for a long time. Maybe if I drink two bags here, I can be resurrected right here?"

"Do you think this is the reason?" Gin's face was gloomy. He skillfully helped Yin Jiu tie the rubber tube and applied alcohol on the inside of the boy's elbow. Then he poked the place where blood was drawn last time with a cotton swab. "Even the pinhole here has not disappeared. You should have discovered it earlier."

"It's too small, and I can't feel anything. But it was indeed my negligence." Yin Jiu looked down, a little surprised.

Could it be that something was wrong so early on? In the past, his wounds would heal instantly.

"Drink some blood later, I need another blood draw." Gin put the serial number of this blood draw on the outside of the test tube and drew a big 'X' on it with a marker.

Yin Jiu didn't think there was anything wrong, so he took out another blood bag from another refrigerator, tore it open and drank it in three or two gulps.

"By the way, did you come to the institute specially to draw blood for me?" Yin Jiu felt that the organization was not so quick. Pisco only reported his physical problems this evening. Even if Gin wanted to come over for a check-up immediately, he had to wait until the next morning.

Could it be that Gin has already seen the 'bad' note that Pisco wrote to him?

He held the blood bag in his mouth and quietly approached the blond man, his wine-red eyes looking straight at the report in Gin's computer.

"Isn't this the experimental list for Shirley's drug?" Yin Jiu blinked. The names on the list that were still showing as 'under verification' had been selected by Gin separately. At this moment, piled on the table was a detailed list of corresponding personnel searched from paper documents.

"Oh, I almost forgot. It was you who took the mission to deliver the drugs. Now this group of unchecked names will probably fall into your hands again." Knowing that it was not Gin who knew about his conspiracy against him, Yin Jiu immediately put his heart back in his stomach. He took another big gulp of blood and looked at Gin with sympathy, who had a small hill of blood piled up in front of the table.