Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

The time spent chatting always goes by quickly, and the show is coming to an end.

"Then let's watch the next unit 'The Murderer is You' while the atmosphere is at its most heated."

'"The following is a four-minute video. TV viewers will have the opportunity to participate in a prize-winning guessing contest. Let's guess who the murderer is."

As the words fell, the lights in the live broadcast venue dimmed, and the content on the TV switched to a pre-filmed detective drama.

Yin Jiu had been sitting on the stage for a long time, and his eyes had actually been secretly looking below the stage. During the intermission, he took three or two steps to Amuro Toru's side.

"Brother Tou, you and Senior Sister Lan are sitting together." Yin Jiu had already noticed the three of them gathered together when he was on the stage. Although he didn't know what they said specifically, by observing the changes in their expressions, from the initial unfamiliarity and doubt to the final harmony, it was obvious that Bourbon had successfully integrated into the detective group.

"Why did you come down? The live broadcast has not yet ended for the last chapter." Toru Amuro glanced at the watch and frowned.

"My part is over." Yin Jiu saw that the seats next to the others were vacant, so he sat down directly. "Uncle Maori will be in charge of answering puzzles in the latter part, and then there will be a signing event open only to VIP seats. These are all Uncle Maori's specials, and I just happened to come down before the halftime show."

"By the way, I just heard from the staff that the producer of Bloodstained Love, Michihiko, is also coming to Nichimi TV today," Yin Jiu poked Amuro Toru with a questioning look on his face, "Brother Toru, do you think we should go visit him after the show? But would it be rude of me to not prepare a gift in advance?"

"Mr. Interviewer," Toru Amuro went through the name in his mind. The other party was a well-known producer in Nichiuri TV. He was the one who was planning the progress of the Bloodstained Love that Yin Jiu was currently starring in.

Although not as important as the director, the producer is indispensable for the later publicity and traffic generation. Bloody Love is Yin Jiu’s first work in Japan, and he plays a negative role. How to promote it later will most likely determine the audience’s first impression of this role, and sometimes the first impression often determines success or failure. . . .

"I should go and say hello," Amuro Toru pondered for a moment, then immediately stood up and walked towards the scene, "I have a box of small gift cookies in my car, which I originally left for you to eat. Although they are not very expensive, it should be suitable to use them as a substitute for souvenirs since this incident happened suddenly."

"Yeah." Yin Jiu nodded and gave Bourbon a point in his heart. The cadres of the organization never make mistakes on details. His expression was full of appreciation, but he was poked on the shoulder by the person next to him.

"Brother Yin Jiu, haven't we been together before the show started? How did you know that Mr. Interviewer would come?"

After Toru Amuro left, his seat became vacant. Conan seemed to have wheels on his body and slid to Yin Jiu in the blink of an eye.

"Eh? Didn't you hear it? The two hosts were chatting about it when I was finishing my makeup and about to start filming... But..."

Yin Jiu hooked his finger at Conan, and then lowered his voice when the other party came closer curiously, "I'll tell you a secret. I actually suspect that Mr. Qufang came here to pick a fight, so I was so hesitant when I asked Brother Tou whether he wanted to visit him just now."

"Who are you arguing with?" Conan couldn't believe that his friend had gotten the information several steps ahead of him without his knowledge. This made him feel a little itchy and uncontrollably curious. He asked again, "Could it be one of the hosts?"

"Yes, I guess it could be the host, Mr. Matsuo." Yin Jiu continued, "Because I just heard the two hosts talking and mentioned Suzuki Yuko. Mr. Tofu's original intention seemed to be to replace Mr. Matsuo with Suzuki Yuko, but it seemed that he regretted it for some reason. But I saw that Mr. Matsuo's expression was a bit strange at the time, so maybe..."

As he spoke, Yin Jiu turned around and looked towards the podium, and saw Matsuo panting and covered in sweat.

"Matsuo, why are you sweating so much?"

"Ah, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable today."

"The halftime break is almost over, hurry back to your position."

"Yes Yes."

Conan followed Yin Jiu's gaze and happened to see the interaction among the people in the audience.

It was just a common stomach upset.

Conan retracted his gaze and didn't think about it anymore.

Yin Jiu frowned. There was a slight smell of blood floating on Matsuo's body, very faint, but also very obvious.

It's not what he thinks, is it?

He returned his gaze to Conan.

Conan: "?"

"It's okay. I just suddenly thought that if they quarrel later, I should go visit Mr. Ququ."

Although the greater possibility is that the person is already dead.

-

When Toru Amuro came back, a large number of people had already gathered at the interview room on the seventh floor, and only Yin Jiu was still waiting for him in the live broadcast room.

"What happened?" Toru Amuro looked around and immediately found something wrong.

"Mr. Qufang has passed away," Yin Jiu took the gift box from Amuro Toru with mixed feelings, holding the box against his chest with both hands, "He is on the seventh floor. I heard he was shot and his body is covered in blood."

"Gun?" Amuro Toru took a deep breath and tried to be optimistic. "If only one person died, it should be just a revenge killing, and it won't spread to random shooting."

"Well, it is said that the murder weapon was left at the scene. Brother Toru, is it really easy to buy guns in Japan? I feel like I have seen many shootings since I came to Japan."

Yin Jiu followed behind Amuro Toru, counting on his fingers the various shooting cases he had encountered since arriving in Japan, and finally concluded, "Japan is indeed a dangerous place."

“…” Amuro Toru listened in silence for a while. If someone else said this to him, he would feel that it was a provocation, but his silly roe deer seemed to be really unlucky…

No, you can't think like that.

The images of Conan and his group flashed through Toru Amuro's mind, and a black line slowly slid down his forehead.

It’s better not to let his silly roe deer get too close to these unlucky things!