Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

"Sir, I'm so sleepy."

Tokyo Airport.

Xi yawned for the thirty-seventh time today, looked at his guardian who was still standing beside him working on his laptop, and expressed his request for the thirty-second time.

"Yeah, wait a moment." Jundu said perfunctorily, his eyes never leaving the computer screen.

"Oh." Xi blinked her golden eyes and scratched her cheek with her fingers.

Both of them disguised themselves today. Xi was not used to having the disguises on his face and always felt itchy.

Cointreau tapped the keyboard with his right hand: “Stop scratching.”

"Oh." Xi put down his hand obediently and looked over subconsciously, only to find that Jundu still hadn't taken his eyes off the computer screen.

hope:"……"

Jundu's hand finally stopped. Xi looked over hopefully, and then he felt a sense of weight hanging over his head.

Jundu rubbed Xi's hair gently but perfunctorily: "Be good, wait a moment, if you feel sleepy, read a book for a while." As he said that, he walked to the chair in the hall and sat down.

"Sir, I don't need to use books to hypnotize me now." Xi followed and said sincerely.

Then, he saw his husband hit the enter key and looked at him with his concealed black eyes, which were full of severity and reproach.

Xi didn't know what he said wrong, but he couldn't help but sit up straight: "Sir?"

"How can you sleep at your age! Have you read the book? Do you know the procedures I taught you yesterday? Have you memorized the interpersonal relationships within the organization? Hmm? Have you written down the key points of yesterday's negotiation? What are our advantages? What are the advantages of the other party? If the negotiation fails, what will be the impact on us? What is the significance of a successful negotiation? Have you distinguished the direct, indirect, and fundamental reasons for the success of the negotiation? How can you sleep if you haven't written down all these!"

Xi: ? —? ? w? (#`O′)

"Then I... write now?" Xi was cautious, but quickly caught the teasing and joking in the guardian's eyes.

"You little brat, I'm just teasing you." Jundu chuckled, "Okay, don't bother me for now, or I'll treat you like I did just now."

"Oh." Xi scratched his hair, "So should I sleep or not?"

"Go to sleep." Jun Du waved his hands like he was shooing away a fly. "The chairs here are all made of iron. They're not comfortable at all. Can you sleep?"

Xi nodded.

Cointreau then let him do as he pleased: “Yeah.”

An hour later, Cointreau, who finally put his computer into his bag, was rewarded with a child sleeping soundly with his head resting on his shoulder.

Jundu smiled and sighed. He really didn't feel anything strange in his shoulder just now.

He pinched Xi's face, but the other party did not respond.

He pinched Xi's nose again and let the other person breathe through his open mouth.

Jundu chuckled twice and covered the lower half of the other person's face with his big palm.

The slight feeling of suffocation finally made Xi wake up: "Sir? Can I have dinner...breakfast?" He seemed to be aware of the light factor and changed his words smoothly.

Cointreau was full of black lines: "There are cookies you made yourself in the bag."

Xi successfully cleared his chaotic mind and asked, "Sir, are you done? Where are we going next?"

The quick change of topic made Cointreau feel even more helpless: "How about taking you out for dinner?"

"Okay!" Xi answered quite straightforwardly.

The desserts are not very good, but the home cooked food is very delicious!

Jundu sighed again, picked up his computer bag and stood up: "Let's go then."

There were no ingredients in the safe house in Tokyo, so Cointreau rummaged through the drawers for a long time and found a bag of glutinous rice flour. He rolled it into small balls, boiled half of them and fried the other half.

Xi ate all the milk with some sugar, but he didn't take a single bite of the Cointreau. It wasn't because he wasn't hungry, but as soon as he picked up the spoon, his cell phone dinged. He looked at the emails on his phone and suddenly lost his appetite.

After instructing Xi to stay in the safe house and not run around, he drove to the organization's laboratory.

As soon as he stepped into the examination room, Cointreau's eyes hurt from the smell of carbolic acid, which made his already black face even more smelly.

Wei Que was also there, which was rare. He looked at Jun Du's face and had a suicidal mentality: "Hey Jun Du, you drank so much that your face turned black. It seems that you are weak."

Jundu glanced at him coldly and said nothing.

Seeing that he was really angry, Wei Que walked away angrily.

Jundu had not removed the disguise on his face. When the researchers came in, they were a little unrecognizable for a moment, especially Shirley who was following at the back. The shock on her face did not seem fake.

Cointreau folded his arms across his chest and stood aside without saying a word.

Wei Que didn't like asking questions first, so the two of them just stood there, as if they were condescending to do so.

But the researcher didn't seem to be planning to speak first.

In the end, Shirley did not close the door tightly, and the sound of leather shoes tapping on the ground could be heard in the silent corridor.

The door was pushed open and Brandy came in late. There was a look of hypocritical danger on his face, and Cointreau almost felt like vomiting.

Brandy looked at Cointreau, looking surprised: "Cointreau? Why are you here too? I don't think I notified you."

Jundu snorted coldly: "Really? I misunderstood."

He was about to leave when Shirley spoke up: "Jun Du, your medical report is missing one item."

Cointreau stopped and looked at Shirley, who was trembling slightly. Her hands were clenched into fists under her large white coat, and her eyes were full of fear.

It doesn't look much bigger than Xi...

Cointreau unconsciously still compares.

The more he compared, the more uncomfortable he felt. Finally, his conscience, which had been dormant for who knows how long, began to move again.

He said, "Then make it up today." Then, he turned his gaze to Brandy, who was also wearing a white coat: "How about it?"

Brandy didn't say anything, just stood there quietly and smiled. Through his glasses, Cointreau couldn't see the emotions in his eyes, and he was too lazy to see clearly.

But Shirley interrupted at this moment: "Okay."

Jun Du sneered: "If that's the case, then don't just stand there like an idiot. Finish it quickly so I can leave."

He walked out with big strides, followed by even denser footsteps.

Just as Cointreau was about to reach the end of the corridor.

"Not this way." Shirley behind him suddenly spoke.

Jundu paused, turned around, looked at Shirley who was slightly out of breath, and said simply: "Where is it?"

Shirley led him into an empty laboratory. There were only a few beakers and a tray on the laboratory table. On the tray were instruments such as blood collection needles and iodine tincture.

Cointreau looked at the empty laboratory and laughed: "Why, is this your new laboratory?"

The malice in his tone was unreserved, and he hated everyone in the research group indiscriminately.

Shirley did not deny it. She responded calmly, "Yes, Brandy said he would give it to me for experiments in the future."

"Well, he is really kind."

"Today is the day I meet my sister." Shirley suddenly changed the subject.

"So?" Jundu's attitude was still bad. "Do you think that because of my coming, you lost the hard-earned opportunity to see your sister, researcher...Miss?"

Shirley said nothing: "Gin is not here, he asked me to come find you."

Cointreau was speechless. Gin really knew how to find things to do.

"Okay, go see your sister. Didn't she say there was something wrong with the report? Draw blood now and leave later, okay?"

Shirley nodded, and saw that the man had rolled up his white shirt sleeves and sat on the three-legged round chair.

On the fair and lean arms, the purple blood vessels are clearly visible. If you look closely, you can see densely packed needle holes, some of which have already scabbed over, while others are still fresh.

Shirley's technique of tying a tourniquet was a little unfamiliar, so Jundu impatiently tied it on himself with one hand: "Here, here, here, please hurry up, miss. Aren't you in a hurry?"

Shirley said nothing and picked up the iodine to disinfect.

Fortunately, she was very skilled in acupuncture and found the blood vessel immediately.

Hit the nail on the head, perfect!

Cointreau gave Shirley a thumbs up in his heart, which was very inappropriate.

The dark red blood was slowly drawn out along the needle and flowed into the syringe. Jundu only felt a flash before his eyes.

"Are you afraid of blood?" Shirley had already pulled out the needle and put the blood into a centrifuge tube.

Jun Du denied: "How is that possible? If I'm really afraid of blood, how can I survive in the organization? I'm not one of you who can rely on my brain."

"I think I have low blood sugar. I was just about to eat when you called me over." His tone was full of disgust. "Now you tell me it's a misunderstanding, humph!"

Shirley nodded, saved the blood and said, "When do we leave?"

“Don’t you need to get tested first?” Jundu wondered.

"Need not."

Cointreau smiled: "It is not a good thing to expose your emotional preferences in an organization."

But he didn't object, and stood up and walked towards the outside of the laboratory: "Let's go, take my car."

Shirley got in the car because Jun Du's actions were so swift that she didn't have time to change out of her white coat.

Cointreau looked at Shirley who was standing outside the car door hesitantly, and was speechless for a moment: "Come on up, it doesn't matter if your white coat is a little dirty."

The door was slammed shut.

The car windows are covered with anti-peep film, and the light inside the car is not as bright as that of a normal car.

Cointreau started the engine and asked her, "Where to?"

Shirley said a name, and Cointreau stepped on the accelerator.

As he approached the intersection of his destination, Cointreau saw a woman with long hair and a work uniform standing on the sidewalk, apparently waiting for someone.

Cointreau asked, “Your sister?”

Shirley nodded.

Cointreau then stopped the car and said, "Get out of the car and go have fun. I'll pick you up there in two hours."

He doesn't want to look after children, especially not his own children!

Jundu, who had just gotten rid of the child (Xi), thought so.

Shirley was very surprised: "You are not going to..."

"Look at you?" Jundu said the rest of the words for her. "Why should I look at you? If you really leak something, I won't be the one to be punished."

Shirley reached for the car door.

"It won't be you either." Jun Du added coldly, but saw a slightly frightened face looking over.

Cointreau smiled and said, "I've already said that in the organization, revealing one's preferences is a very dangerous thing."

"Have fun, Miss Researcher."