Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

That night, the lights came on.

Vermouth stood quietly in front of the French window, overlooking the bustling street below. Her beautiful and mysterious face looked even more charming under the moonlight.

At the moment, she felt a little bored, so she lifted her drooping hair and tossed it in her hands.

Gin sat on the couch, a cigarette between his lips, his phone displaying Cointreau's vital signs.

Vermouth left the bedside at some point and wanted to get closer to see what Gin was looking at, but Gin made a "click" sound and threw his phone into his pocket: "What are you doing?"

"What? Is there something I can't know? Or... is there some shameful secret hidden in this?" Vermouth's tone was teasing and provocative, her eyes fixed on Gin's, trying to gain insight into more information through his cold eyes.

Gin didn't answer but asked, "Did Cointreau pester you to eat junk food?"

Vermouth's eyes flashed with a hint of displeasure, but her tone was still teasing: "How can you call it junk food? Such an ugly name is not suitable for them. And... your desire for control is so strong that it will scare the children."

As she spoke, she gently traced her long fingers across Gin's broad shoulders.

Gin let her do whatever she wanted: "Oh, you want to be in control? Cointreau still had an accident, but you think I'm in control."

"There's nothing we can do about it." Vermouth stopped teasing Gin. She sat next to Gin, took out a cigarette and put it in her mouth, then leaned forward and lit the one in her own mouth with the spark.

This move was ambiguous, but both parties were not ignorant of the world and could naturally see that neither of them had any sexual desire at the moment.

Vermouth exhaled slowly: "After that, what are you going to do? This will definitely not be the last time."

“……” Gin remained silent, perhaps not knowing how to answer.

"What has Ricard done in South America? Almost all the staff of the South American branch have gone to the laboratory. What is he doing?"

Vermouth said: "Blood trade. Most of the profits were handed over to the finance department, but..."

She paused, frowning slightly, not trying to hide the disgust on her face. "It's probably going into Rum's pocket. His personal assets have increased recently."

"Hehe, that's all he knows." Gin sneered, "You didn't come back for this." He turned his head to look at Vermouth.

Vermouth laughed sarcastically: "Of course not, I never do anything that is thankless."

——The informants I investigated were all left for me by that person. If they were exposed, I would be heartbroken.

"But Gin, how long do you think it will take for those old men to know?" Vermouth asked in her usual lazy tone.

Gin glanced at her and understood the implication of her words: "Who knows, but I am looking forward to the day when they find out."

“Oh——?” Vermouth chuckled, “It seems you have an idea——I’m looking forward to it——”

——Because I look forward to the day when the flames from hell will devour them.

——I have been waiting for them all along

The organization's golden apple still looks shiny and bright on the outside, but has already rotted away on the inside. Only a trace of freshness and vitality remains in the deepest part.

——Leave it to that person and the children he left behind.

……

Vermouth stayed in Japan for seven days. On the first day, she went to report to that gentleman. On the second day, she went to the research institute for a full body check-up. In the following days, she accompanied Cointreau to eat barbecue, go for a drive, and watch the movie Cointreau always wanted to see. Finally, she promised to take him to see a stage play if she had the chance in the future.

On the seventh day, which was Christmas Eve, Vermouth and Cointreau hugged each other goodbye at the airport, and Vermouth boarded a plane back to the United States.

Cointreau's good days also came to a temporary end. Gin promised not to assign any tasks during that period, but he did not allow the other party to make up for it after he failed to agree.

Cointreau went through five days of overwhelming workload, and even Midorikawa Hikaru, who was working around the clock, felt a little overwhelmed.

Cointreau buried his whole body in the lazy sofa, and the pink pig made a dent: "I am almost dead tired!"

"Would you like to...go out and relax?"

……

Tomorrow is New Year's Day, and Gin seems to have a sudden change of heart. He lets Cointreau go for the time being and continues to work non-stop. After all, the organization is not a formal company, and if Cointreau does not do some work, naturally others will have to fill in the gaps.

Cointreau was not sensitive to the New Year and thought it was just a normal holiday. However, he saw that the commercial street was more prosperous than usual, so he asked Midorikawa Hikaru curiously, "What are these days? Are there any activities in the commercial street?"

At that time, the two were walking side by side on the street. Midorikawa Hikaru stepped aside to make way, then looked at Cointreau and said, "New Year's Day is coming soon. Is there anything Mr. Fujiwara would like to have?"

"What I want..." Jundu thought for a moment and shook his head, "If there is anything, it should be more vacation time."

——Well, this is the wish of all working people.

Midorikawa Hikaru smiled and said nothing. Jundu asked him, "What about you? What is your New Year's wish?"

Midorikawa Hikaru blurted out: "My current wish is that I can get a code name as soon as possible in the new year."

——Of course, the organization will be destroyed as soon as possible.

Cointreau nodded: "Come on then - I'm hungry."

Midorikawa looked around the street. "What would you like to eat? A cupcake or sushi?"

As expected, Cointreau chose the cake. After Midorikawa Hikaru's recent observation and understanding, he found that Cointreau was decisive and resolute in his actions, but still childish. For example, he liked to do some harmless pranks during the mission (although it was more like a cat playing with food), and he liked to eat sweets, puffed foods and other things that only children in the secular sense would like.

Midorikawa Hikaru said: "Then let's go to the newly opened cake shop."

Cointreau had no objection, and even began to reveal a hint of briskness in his steps: "Then let's go quickly, the cake shop will be closing soon!"

"Okay." Midorikawa Hikaru quickened his pace somewhat helplessly, "Don't worry too much, the shops on the commercial street have been open all night recently - go slower, be careful not to bump into people!"

——It seems like she is taking care of a child...

Midorikawa Hikaru looked at the various desserts on the table in front of him, as well as the empty plates piled high on the side.

Cointreau happily stuffed various desserts into his mouth. His eating manner was elegant, yet he also revealed a sense of arrogance - sorry, Midorikawa Mitsuru didn't know how to describe this contradictory and strange demeanor.

"You...eat slowly..." Midorikawa saw that Cointreau was chewing slowly, lowered his head and began to blink. He guessed that he was choking, and quickly poured a cup of black tea and handed it to Cointreau, "Water--"

"Ahem." Jundu put down the cake in his hand, took a sip of the tea, and temporarily relieved the sweetness in his mouth: "It's delicious! The sweetness is just right!"

Hikaru Midorikawa disagreed. He had just tasted the desserts in this store and found that the amount was lethal. Take the Cointreau pancakes for example, the golden syrup on them required insulin to be consumed.

——Cointreau really likes sweets.

Midorikawa thought about it and said, "If you like sweets, I can learn to make them for you in the future."

"Huh? Okay!" He agreed readily, as if he was not worried at all that Midorikawa might do something.

This frankness made Midorikawa Hikaru feel mixed emotions.

——The DNA report will be handed over to him tomorrow. Jundu, who you really are will soon be revealed.