Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

"The vegetables are cooked, Conan, tell me what you want to eat and I'll help you pick it up!"

As the steam from the hot pot rose, the atmosphere on the table became lively.

"Oh, I think I forgot to buy some snacks to go with the wine." Nakahara Kaori suddenly slapped her head, "It's all my fault. How could I forget?"

"We can only go down the mountain to buy it now." Another girl looked at the clock and said, "If we go down now, we should be able to catch up with the convenience store before it closes."

"Then let me go," Nakahara Kaori stood up and put on her coat, "Do you have anything else to buy? Write it down on a note and give it to me quickly. If you're any later, the convenience store will be closed."

"Then bring me a salad."

"And mine..."

Several people were busy recording the ingredients.

Yin Jiu sat aside and turned on his cell phone silently.

He first sent an email to Amuro Toru to report that he was safe, then he entered Oyama Masaru's name on the search interface, and a paper titled "Research on Genetic Gene Therapy for Colorectal Cancer" came into view.

Everyone else was gathered together chatting, and Conan, the only kid left out, quickly noticed how focused his junior was.

"?" He quietly walked around behind Yin Jiu and took a look at his mobile phone screen. The phone interface was filled with densely packed cell structure diagrams.

"...What are you looking at?"

Conan looked away with a tingling scalp and chose to ask directly.

"This?" Yin Jiu moved aside to make room for Conan, and without hesitation, he turned the page of the paper to the title bar at the beginning and handed it to Conan. "It's the paper published by Professor Dashan on the genetics of colorectal cancer. I'm a little curious, so I'll take a look."

"Can you understand such a complicated article?" Conan felt that such an article was full of magic, and his scalp swelled at the first glance. He looked at Yin Jiu's childish face again with doubt.

"Of course, after all, my goal is to study medicine at the University of Tokyo, so it's normal to learn this knowledge in advance, isn't it?" Yin Jiu took the phone back, looking as if it was a matter of course, "Besides, my mother invested in a lot of research institutes back then, and I'm with her. Even if I'm uneducated, it's impossible for me to be completely unfamiliar with the basic cell formula."

"So your mother is actually a medical researcher?" Conan was very surprised. When he searched on the web, he saw a lot of rumors about Yin Shuli being uneducated in his early years, dropping out of school, and deliberately hooking up with older men.

Especially when Count Straw disappeared, she frequently appeared in public with Yin Jiu. At that time, rumors that she used Yin Jiu as a cash cow to make money in the entertainment industry flooded the entire Internet, and British netizens almost cursed this oriental woman to the sky.

Is this not actually the case?

"You don't really think that my mother made a living purely by relying on me being a child star, do you?" Yin Jiu glanced at Conan, whose face was filled with a 'isn't it?', and reached out to take the teapot and add some hot water to herself. "Although when I debuted, she did have some bastard's attitude that if you don't make money, the bulk of the living expenses were really earned by her alone in the laboratory."

Yin Jiu knocked on Conan's head again and said, "Please put away that expression on your face. This is not a very strange thing. The annual maintenance costs of castles in the UK are very high, and my salary cannot afford it. And a big part of the reason why she works so hard is probably for my health..." The secret of immortality.

Yin Jiu didn't say the second half of the sentence, but Conan obviously imagined something else.

Come to think of it, how could the person who is befriended by his parents be a gold-digger who only treats their children as a cash cow and doesn't care about the life and death of her own son?

"So you are so anxious that you want to find Yin Shuli even if you want to settle in Japan. Could it be that you can no longer afford the maintenance fee for the castle?"

After calming down, Conan instantly thought of Yin Jiu's previous behavior when he was short of money. When he looked up again, he saw that the other party had put down the teacup at some point and quietly grabbed the neck of a bottle of sake with one hand.

"Hey, minors can't drink."

"I know, it just feels better if I grab it." Yin Jiu grabbed the bottle, bent one foot in front of him, made an extremely depressed expression, and said slowly, "This may be part of the reason. My mother's research has also reached a bottleneck. If there is still no progress for a long time, I may also be in a very dangerous situation."

Yin Jiu sighed. Now he can still be free and at ease, relying entirely on the fact that the general person in charge of the immortality project is still Yin Shuli and him.

He didn't know what kind of negotiations had been done between Yin Shuli and Wu Huan before this, but if Wu Huan couldn't hold on and really passed away, and a new boss took office and a new research project leader was appointed, would he be imprisoned directly?

Yin Jiu looked out the window with melancholy.

Conan, however, understood it in a completely different way. "What? Is your health condition serious?"

His heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously grabbed Yin Jiu's hand and quickly took this critically ill patient who was wandering around outside into the hospital.

"Don't be so excited." Yin Jiu held Conan's hand with his backhand, and suddenly said meaningfully, "Maybe... I've already died."

"..." The palm without any temperature tightly clasped Conan's wrist, the pale skin was bloodless, just like... just like a corpse just pulled out of the water.

This realization gave Conan goose bumps from head to toe, and a sense of experience drifted out from the boy's head.

"Oh no! What time is it now!" It was Dashanjiang's voice that broke the deadlock. After confirming that the time on the clock was about to point to 9 o'clock, he immediately hurried to the room.

"What's wrong with him?" Mao Lilan helped to clean up the dishes and looked back in confusion.

"I went to watch TV. The teacher always watches TV series at this time every day."

This little episode wasn't a big deal, but it brought Conan back to his senses. "Hey, hey, hey, don't make jokes like that!"

Seeing the expression of satisfaction on Yin Jiu's face, which was obviously a result of his prank, Conan rubbed his wrists speechlessly, turned his head away in frustration and didn't want to pay attention to this guy with a bad taste.

But Yin Jiu’s hands were really cold, just like last time. Is this the temperature a normal healthy person should have?