Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

The tea room is neither decorated in traditional Japanese style nor in European style, but is more Chinese style.

The rosewood coffee table, the wenge screen with paintings of Tang Dynasty ladies, and the red sandalwood bookshelf exude bursts of fragrance.

Jundu sat in the clinic, the sunlight filtered through the carved window lattices, casting dots of light and shadow on the pages of the book.

The celadon teacup was filled with mist, and the brown tea inside was Jin Jun Mei. Jundu picked it up, took a sip, and put it down, raising his hand to push it slightly away.

The mute slave did not walk far. He immediately took the teacup and replaced it with green tea.

Jundu didn't spare him a glance, but he felt sorry for the cup of tea. He picked up the green tea and took a sip, narrowing his eyes and smiling as if he was very satisfied: "You go down first, I want to be alone for a while."

The mute slave closed the door and left.

Cointreau turned the page.

——Ah, I still can’t drink green tea...

The book in his hand was one of that gentleman’s collections—the Jiaxu edition of A Dream of Red Mansions.

He read three or four pages carefully, and it happened to be Chapter 74. He looked at Tanchun's words, smiled, turned the page, closed it, put it down, and went to the bookshelf to choose another one.

The other books on the bookshelf all had obvious political or educational purposes, and Jundu didn't like to read them, but in order to improve his favorability in front of Karasuma Renya, he still picked up Karasuma Renya's favorite book in his early years.

I sat back by the window and flipped through the pages slowly, but my thoughts drifted away with the singing of birds in the forest.

After an unknown amount of time, he finished reading a book and stood up to get another one.

The tea in front of him was still warm, and the mute slaves could always quietly replace the cold tea with the one at the right temperature.

Cointreau picked up the teacup and drank the tea. Just as he was about to continue "reading" the masterpiece, the butler knocked on the door and came in: "Sir, Master Brandy wishes to read with you."

Cointreau stood up and put the book back on the shelf, then walked to the door: "I don't like being with others."

As he said this, he walked out the door, only to see Brandy standing outside the door, looking at him with a smile: "Cointreau, long time no see."

"Not long ago, I just saw him this morning." Jun Du said unkindly, "Please go ahead, I'll leave first."

Brandy had changed out of his white coat at this moment. The brown windbreaker made him look particularly elegant, and the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose made him look extremely gentle.

Jundu: A beast in human clothing.

The corridor outside the study was not narrow. A mute slave stood by the handrail wiping the dust. Cointreau slightly turned sideways and tried to walk past, but Brandy stretched out his hand.

Cointreau reflexively pushed the man against the railing, and Brandy was suddenly half hanging in the air.

The deacon and the mute slave stood aside, seemingly not intending to interfere in the feud between the two.

Brandy was strangled by him, and his voice was hoarse at the moment, but the corners of his mouth were still smiling: "Cointreau? What are you doing?"

Jundu pulled the man back: "Isn't this what you want?"

He let go of her hand and said sarcastically, "I'm so sorry, Master Brandy. I can't control my physiological reaction. Please bear with me."

"Of course, but you are wrong about one thing. This is not what I want. It is the will of the master." There was a bloody mark on Brandy's neck caused by the ring on Cointreau's hand, but he didn't care.

Cointreau smiled: "Sir is never wrong."

Brandy also smiled and said, "Indeed."

The two walked away from each other. I don't know when Vermouth came down from the third floor. She sat on the sofa and drank coffee. When she saw Cointreau coming down, she waved to him: "Come here, little Cointreau."

"Vermouth." Cointreau also smiled and took a few quick steps.

It is a consensus between the two that they will never reveal each other's real names in front of outsiders.

Vermouth pushed the silver plate of cookies towards Cointreau. “These are freshly baked cookies. Would you like to try some Cointreau?”

Cointreau obediently picked up a piece and ate it: "It's very sweet."

Vermouth smiled and said, "Why did you come down so suddenly? I was planning to go up to find you, but they said you were reading a book."

"The brandy has gone up," Cointreau said succinctly.

Vermouth raised an eyebrow: "Oh, no wonder, it really ruins the mood."

It is not surprising that the people in the research group are unpopular. They did not hide their disgust. Anyway, the gentleman was happy to see this situation. In his eyes, the best situation was that the six departments disliked each other and he sat alone on the podium.

Cointreau nodded and slowly began to eat his snack.

The movie "The Night Baron" adapted from a novel was playing on the projection screen opposite the sofa. Vermouth was watching it with great interest, while Cointreau was not in the mood, but he did not spoil the fun by suggesting to change the movie.

Time passed by minute by minute. Pisco approached on the way. He was not interested in this kind of movie that young people liked, but when he saw Cointreau was there, he sat next to Cointreau.

Cointreau had never seen Pisco before, and he moved toward Vermouth a little awkwardly.

Pisco was familiar: "Are you Cointreau? You look younger than I thought? How old are you this year?"

Perhaps because of his age, or perhaps because he was rarely involved in the organization's illegal activities, Pisco's face had a kindness and gentleness that was rare among the old men in the organization. When he asked these questions, he had a bit of the shadow of a kind elder.

Cointreau nodded: "I am Cointreau. Who are you?"

He did not answer the question about his age. Pisco was not annoyed when he heard it, and continued to smile kindly: "I am Pisco, and I am currently managing the organization's finances. The members you recommended before are very capable and have saved me a lot of trouble."

"Yeah." Jundu didn't know how to answer, so he just responded lightly.

Vermouth coughed twice, and gave a warning look: "It is not good to disturb others while watching a movie. Gentlemen, you should not make this mistake."

"Okay, okay, Vermouth." Pisco agreed.

Vermouth turned his head and smiled. It seemed that Pisco was not so old that he could not understand what people said.

After an unknown amount of time, the projection screen suddenly went dark. The three people on the sofa became alert at the same time, stood up and looked towards the direction of the stairs.

An old man came down the spiral staircase in a wheelchair carried by three or four mute slaves. He was wearing a neat black suit and his hair was combed meticulously. He looked at the three people with eyes like a hawk.

Behind him was the tall figure of Gin. He was still wearing the same black windbreaker that he always wore, without a top hat, and three thousand golden threads hung down, looking extremely gorgeous.

Cointreau unconsciously attracted all the attention.

Of course, such a passionate look could not be hidden from Gin. His dark green eyes rolled, warning Cointreau to restrain himself.

Jundu immediately understood and turned his direct gaze to Karasuma Renya.

Fortunately, Gin was following closely behind Karasuma Renya, and Karasuma Renya did not notice the interaction between the two.

When he approached, the three people standing there bowed and saluted at the same time: "Sir."

Karasuma Renye smiled and said, "Okay, no need to be polite. Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"I dare not, sir."

Three neat sounds again.

Karasuma Renye nodded with satisfaction and looked at Rum who had just walked in from the side door: "Rum, are you ready?"

Rum's forehead was covered with sweat: "Everything... is ready."