Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

"Ding Dong——" The person in charge's phone suddenly rang. He looked down at the screen and said to Lin Xiaochen, "Mr. Lin, your report is out. We can go back now."

Lin Xiaochen silently turned his eyes away from the thank-you letter and nodded to show his agreement.

The two then returned to the office and spent the next half hour discussing some details about the report.

Finally, Lin Xiaochen got up and left the office.

"120 million is not Japanese Yen, nor is it RMB. It's real US dollars! US dollars!!! Do I look like I'm rich?"

Lin Xiaochen secretly groaned in his heart and couldn't help but laugh at himself.

At this moment, the system's voice suddenly rang in his mind: "Host, being an agent is actually quite profitable."

Lin Xiaochen retorted angrily: "What is my current status? I am just an ordinary policeman with a fixed salary! How can I look like a rich man..."

The system seemed to realize that it had said something wrong, and quickly explained, "No, what I meant is that you have a unique temperament that makes people feel that you may be a hidden rich man."

Lin Xiaochen was speechless. He smiled bitterly and said, "...Thank you so much."

At this moment, the doctor called and asked about Lin Xiaochen's current condition.

Lin Xiaochen sighed helplessly and answered truthfully: "I think it's better to continue taking the medicine."

The doctor immediately understood after hearing this, laughed awkwardly twice, and told him to come to the hospital for a follow-up check on time.

[Host, I want to remind you now that due to your involvement in the case, the progress of fusion has begun to accelerate again]

"There's nothing we can do about this. After all, it's related to Lin Yucheng." Lin Xiaochen said, "There have been no problems in the past three years. It should not be a big deal if it happens once in a while."

[Host, I need to remind you that the probability of you getting closer to the main line will only increase.]

"What can I do? I can't just leave the little bastard here and not care about him. So why did I come in here?"

【According to the integration time, there are only 3 years and 78 days left】

"No? Why are you wearing a long one?"

[Because you have not worked as a criminal police officer in the past three years]

"Aren't Investigation Section 2 detectives?"

You are a civilian

"..."

You are a civilian

"...Okay, this is good news."

What are you going to do now?

"Quickly resolve the case and hurry up to solve it"

Lin Xiaochen flexed his fingers and said, "Go find the squad leader and ask him something."

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South American Organization Research Office.

The pure white office was filled with the aroma of coffee. Cointreau sat at the desk in an unruly posture, gnawing on an apple.

A man in a white coat with dyed red hair was typing away at his computer, taking a sip of coffee from time to time, trying to ignore someone who was making a scene in his office.

"You almost got Cointreau, how long are you going to stay in my office."

Someone was not aware of it at all. He threw the apple core into the trash can, came close to the man, picked up his coffee cup and sniffed it: "What a nice smell. What kind of coffee beans are those? Give me some too."

"Civet coffee, if you want it, I'll give you some." said the man with a hairstyle like a flame.

"Eh - forget it." Cointreau said with disgust, "Ricard, your taste is really unique."

"Get out of here, you who don't know how to enjoy life. Did you come here to eat apples and drink coffee?" Ricard pushed the keyboard aside, leaned back in his computer chair, and looked up at him lazily, "If you have something to say, say it now. If you have something to say, fart now."

"Vulgar." Cointreau half-sat on the table again and was kicked by Ricardo.

"Don't sit on my desk. It's so dirty." Ricardo said with disgust.

"Okay, okay, if you don't want to sit down, then don't sit down." Cointreau slid down from the table. "What's your attitude? I came all the way from Japan, and this is how you treat guests."

"Haha." Ricard put his long legs on the table. "Unless you tell me that you have a way to get that Brandy guy off and let me take his place, this is how I will treat my guests."

Jundu rubbed his chin with his index finger, as if thinking about something.

Ricard sneered: "Why are you silent? Okay, if you have no other choice, just leave quickly and don't delay me from making money."

"Please listen to me." Cointreau said helplessly, "Although it won't lead to Bai Lan stepping down, it can still injure her."

Ricard raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Why, did you catch him with something big?"

Cointreau smiled.

Ricardo showed some interest. He put his legs down and sat up straight: "Tell me about it."

"Brandy is now a powerful figure in Tokyo. He has many subordinates and most of the research institutes are under his command. It can be said that... he is very powerful..." Cointreau laughed.

Ricardo was a little impatient: "What are you talking about? Do you think I'm not upset enough?"

"Hey, listen to me." Cointreau comforted him, "Although there are many laboratories, there are only a few that are directly blended by Brandy. There are also many people in Tokyo who don't like Brandy. With him at the top, it's hard for the people below to get ahead."

Ricard smiled: "Do you think I don't know this? I understand what you mean. It's nothing more than finding a few people who want to get promoted to be your helpers. But if it was possible, I would have done it a long time ago."

"Knowing the solution and having the solution are two different things." Cointreau leaned back on the table again. "Your roots are in America, so naturally you can't get in touch with people in Tokyo."

"You mean you're here to make contact?" Ricardo smiled scornfully and shook his head repeatedly, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "What can you do? A person who ran out of a laboratory—"

When he said this, he paused deliberately, and then slowly uttered the last few words, "Experimental subject."

The malice spread in the air like thick ink, making Ricard's already mocking smile even more gloomy.

"A few years ago, I heard that you were afraid of brandy, just like a mouse seeing a cat." Ricard continued to mock, "Why, are you suddenly braver now? Or do you have something to rely on that makes you no longer afraid of brandy?"

Facing Ricardo's sarcasm, Cointreau simply smiled slightly, his eyes curved into crescent shapes, looking exceptionally bright and brilliant.

"You are well-informed!" Jun Du said casually, "But if you think you are so great, then why have you achieved nothing after all these years? Not only did someone take away your credit, but you didn't even get any money?"

Ricardo said nothing.

The two of them just stared at each other, no one spoke, and the atmosphere became a little solemn for a moment.

Time passed by minute by minute, and finally, Cointreau broke the silence with a "hehe".

"If you don't want to, forget it. Anyway, you're not the only one I can cooperate with now."

"Let's go!"

Jundu slammed the door and left.