Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

Midorikawa Hikaru knew that he had made the right bet. He used the insignificant injury on his left hand in exchange for a change in Gin's attitude towards him. Even if Gin was still suspicious and wary, that was enough. After all, Midorikawa Hikaru was now under the command of Cointreau. As long as Cointreau treated him well enough, the hand injury would be worth it.

Midorikawa Hikaru subconsciously glanced at his left hand. In fact, the injury was not serious. After Jundu bit it hard, perhaps because he tasted the blood, he did not bite again. Instead, he licked it like a small animal, trying to restrain his strength.

The reason why it is wrapped like this is largely because Midorikawa Hikaru wants to act pitiful.

Now he returned to another safe house, and after removing the gauze, he found only a bite mark on his index finger. He took out a ball of blood-stained gauze from his pocket, which was left when he treated the wound just now.

He sealed the gauze carefully.

At dusk, during the evening rush hour, he left the safe house and went to a telephone booth. He dialed a secret number and hung up three seconds later.

Afterwards, he went into a fruit and vegetable store as usual and started choosing vegetables.

———This is something he often does these days and will not be easily suspected.

The next morning, during rush hour.

Midorikawa Hikaru walked into a convenience store in his sportswear. He rolled up his sleeves slightly, looking very hot. He pointed at the red package on the top of the refrigerator and asked the clerk: "Hello, is this a new drink?"

The clerk smiled and leaned over: "No sir, it's just a new packaging."

Midorikawa nodded thoughtfully, wiped his sweat, handed the handkerchief to the clerk, and lowered his voice: "There is Cointreau and my DNA information in it."

The clerk took the secret bag that was put into the clothes and said, "Maybe there will be no results. Cointreau may have been in it since childhood, and it may not have been entered into the DNA database."

"That's not the point." Midorikawa picked up the bottle of red drink, "Find a way to compare it with Officer Lin Xiaochen's DNA."

The clerk didn't understand but nodded in agreement.

———This is a rare opportunity.

Midorikawa thought.

Cointreau seemed to trust him, but in fact he was on guard everywhere, with surveillance cameras almost every five steps in the safe house. On days when Cointreau was in low spirits, he would also find a way to erase his saliva information.

Fingerprints are easy to obtain, but as the police said, fingerprints that are not added to the database are not of much use. Given Jundu's caution, he will not leave fingerprints at the mission site.

———I hope there will be results.

Midorikawa Hikaru prayed.

……

"Poor little thing, how did you get hurt so badly?" The extremely beautiful woman with blonde hair and red lips stood crookedly, leaned over and gently poked Jundu's face with her finger, "I haven't seen you so well-behaved for a long time."

Cointreau on the hospital bed has woken up. His face is pale, but he is in good spirits. One of his hands is receiving an infusion and the other is holding a blood oximeter. He can only let Vermouth do whatever he wants to his face.

He looked at Vermouth with a slightly pleading look, earning a laugh from the latter.

Gin was standing aside with his legs crossed, processing mission information. When he heard the two people's movements, he raised his eyes slightly, and then ignored them.

Vermouth stroked Cointreau's face with a little distress: "It's really painful. I don't know what they were thinking. They could actually do something to such a cute child. By the way, Gin, I heard that Brandy is back?"

Gin looked at Vermouth with a look that said "Didn't you know this a long time ago?" He threw the phone back into his pocket, and the phone hit some metal object, making a muffled sound.

He didn’t want to answer at first, but when he saw Cointreau start to tremble and look terrified, he instantly became angry: “Well, he got there a day earlier than you—he also participated in Cointreau’s rescue.”

———Actually, he was just watching from the side, but Gin said that on purpose.

Junto lowered his head, curled up his knees, and tried to curl himself up.

Vermouth was not happy to see Gin bullying Cointreau, but she also felt that being afraid all the time was not a long-term solution, so she suppressed the urge to interrupt.

Gin knew that Vermouth would not object, and she would only be more anxious than himself about the Cointreau matter.

"Cointreau, Brandy is back." said Gin.

Jundu said nothing.

"Cointreau, Brandy is back!" Gin raised his voice.

Jundu seemed to be frightened and curled himself up tighter, his body shaking uncontrollably. He hugged himself tightly, trying to find a sense of security.

Gin stood up and took two steps to the bedside. He grabbed Cointreau's chin with one hand like an iron clamp and forced him to look up: "Do you understand? Brandy is back."

"I understand." Tears began to well up in Cointreau's eyes. Gin didn't buy it, but that didn't mean Vermouth wouldn't buy it.

"Okay, okay gin, Ame (Rain) hasn't recovered yet. Don't scare him."

Gin gave Vermouth a cold look and said, "Mind your own business."

Then he looked at Cointreau: "Are you going to stay like this for the rest of your life? Useless thing!"

He pushed Cointreau hard, and Cointreau hit the pillow, which didn't hurt, but he was frightened by Gin.

Vermouth suggested, "Take it slow. Xiaoyu City is much better than before. Before, even white coats were not allowed to be seen. The research institute is not a good place, especially after encountering such an accident."

Vermouth's experiences in her early years made her run back and forth between the intelligence group and the scientific research group, and she knew more about Cointreau than Gin.

Gin snorted coldly: "I think the staff turnover in the Japanese research institute is too slow - there is no such thing in the South American research institute."

"Riccardo is more ambitious than Brandy." Vermouth seemed to remember something disgusting. "I don't know what he is thinking about recently. He should come back to Japan to meet the boss next year."

"Mad man," Gin commented, "He's better than Brandy."

Vermouth disagreed: "Pleasant to the eye? You have a weird taste."

She changed the subject.

"I heard that the boss sent that man's daughter to the United States. She should be back in a few years. When the time comes, let Xiao Yucheng try to contact her." Vermouth did not hide her disgust, but still made preparations for Jundu, "Or, if you are willing, I will take care of Xiao Yucheng."

"Humph, Cointreau cannot leave Japan. This is the order of that gentleman." Gin took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. "Besides, what's the point of him following you? To be a good baby in a greenhouse for the rest of his life?"

The ill intention in his tone was about to overflow. Vermouth didn't care about Gin's attitude, but Cointreau rubbed the quilt with his hands in a disappointed manner.

"If you don't want to go, then don't go. Xiao Yucheng shouldn't have any missions these days, so how about letting me take charge for a few days?" Vermouth reached out and touched Jundu's hair. "It's not right for a boss to exploit his subordinates like this, not to mention that Xiao Yucheng is sick."

"That's not my business. Can you go ask the boss yourself?"

Vermouth smiled sweetly, which meant she agreed.

Cointreau still looked like he was still confused, which annoyed Gin. With the attitude of out of sight, out of mind, he glanced at Cointreau coldly and left the room.

Vermouth looked at his impetuous appearance and laughed, then looked at Cointreau: "Okay, okay, Xiao Yucheng, Gin is leaving."