Conan, My Neighbor Kurosawa Jin

Looking at the relationship diagram on the wall, Toru Amuro suddenly connected Imaguchi's heart and Rum with his pen.

He walked aside and turned on the computer and started searching for information on Rum from 20 years ago.

"Hey, go check and see if there are any children in the organization who had more contact with Lord Rum from 17 years ago to 23 years ago, but their whereabouts are unknown now.

This child has a good relationship with the members around the organization and celebrates his birthday in the organization. "Toru Amuro combined the clues he obtained and called the members of the organization who had been assisting him in the investigation.

"Okay." If it's within this range, there shouldn't be many people. The member of the organization nodded. In his memory, very few members of the organization celebrated their birthdays, and even fewer children celebrated their birthdays in the organization.

Even if members of the organization have children, they usually choose to celebrate their children's birthdays outside. After all, even if there are friends in the organization, they are only individual ones, but most of them are just colleagues, so it is not suitable to celebrate birthdays in the organization.

It seemed that he had only heard of it once in his memory, but it had been so long that he couldn't remember it clearly.

……

Imaguchi felt some pain in his body. He leaned on the sofa and took a deep breath. It was not until a while later that the pain in his body gradually dissipated.

Imaguchi sat up from the sofa with a pale face, staggered to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it.

My health was obviously much better before, but why do I keep having attacks recently?

Could it be that I ate something I shouldn’t have eaten? Recalling the birthday banquet I had at the doctor's house, I couldn't remember what I had eaten.

It was obviously just ordinary orange juice, cake and food, and nothing was added! how so?

After drinking the water, Imaguchi took out a painkiller from the box and took it after hesitating for a while.

After groping around and pulling out all the cardboard boxes under the sofa table, Imaguchi opened the secret compartment under the sofa table and took out the box he had hidden there before.

In addition to the photos, there was also a blue potion in the box. Imago fumbled for the potion with some nostalgia in his eyes.

Was this potion given to him by his uncle and aunt in the organization 17 years ago?

It was said that it could relieve his pain and make him healthier, but too many things happened later, and he was reluctant to use the potion this time. As a result, after so many years, this medicine has expired long ago, which is really a pity!

After looking at the medicine in his hand, Imaguchi finally put the medicine back, put the box back into the secret compartment, closed the floor, and stuffed the paper boxes back into place.

After all this tossing, all the pain in Imaguchi's body disappeared at this moment, but he was just a little tired.

Exhausted, Imaguchi threw himself on the sofa, casually pulled up a cushion to cover himself, and couldn't help but fall asleep.

When Gin came back, he saw Masaka sleeping on the sofa, with only a sofa cushion covering his body. A hint of helplessness appeared in his eyes.

Walking over and putting the sofa cushion aside, Gin took Imagochi back to the bed, took off his crumpled clothes, and then walked into the bathroom.

When Imaguchi woke up the next day, he suddenly noticed someone beside him, which startled him, and he pushed him instinctively.

Gin who was sleeping was kicked out of the bed by him and suddenly woke up. Imaguchi who was sitting on the bed and Gin who was sitting on the ground looked at each other awkwardly. The child turned red.

He quickly got out of bed and helped Gin up.

"Azhen, how are you? Are you okay? Sorry, I fell asleep!" Imaguchi patted the dust on Gin's body with his heart, and the smile on his face was extremely embarrassing.

"It's okay." Gin rubbed his kicked leg and shook his head.

Although he was kicked, it wasn't very painful, just a little embarrassing.

He also didn't expect that he would be kicked out of bed.

"Azhen, when did you come back yesterday?" Imaguchi looked at Gin who was getting dressed, feeling a little embarrassed and speechless.

"It's about 1 o'clock! When I came back, I saw you sleeping on the sofa, so I brought you over." Gin put on his clothes in a few clicks, turned around and said.

"Oh!" Imaguchi nodded heartily, "I went to a birthday party yesterday. I was a little tired when I came back, so I sat on the sofa and fell asleep."

"Birthday party? Who has the birthday?" Gin asked casually.

"Xiao Ai."

Gin looked at Imaguchi with doubtful eyes. Shirley's birthday was in winter. How could she celebrate her birthday now?

"It's those children who saw Xiao Ai's birthday somewhere, and planned to celebrate her birthday, and even deliberately hid it from her." Imaguchi spread his hands heartily.

A flash of understanding flashed in Gin's eyes. It turned out to be like this. It seemed that yesterday was the date Shirley had written down when she was making up her identity, but they took it seriously.

"Did you have fun?"

"It's quite fun. There are a lot of delicious food, and we even play games together! But Mr. Okiya and the others are so smart! I feel so tired every time I play with them, and I can't even play..." Today He sighed tiredly and played with them. Although it was not crushing, it was still quite tiring. He lost three times in three games and was a little closer to winning every time.

It's not that there will be any loss, but there is a sense of frustration.

"This kind of game tests agility and reaction speed. If you don't have an advantage, you can play some intellectual games with them next time." Gin said with a smile on his face.

"Ah."

……

"Sir Bourbon, I have checked everything. There are not many people in the organization who have contact with Rum. In addition, there are even fewer people in the range you mentioned, only three or four.

But there is only one person who celebrated her birthday in the organization. I have already sent you her information.

He was an orphan adopted by a member of an organization. Because that member of the organization had a close relationship with Rum and was one of the leaders of a certain research laboratory, Rum usually had more contact with the girl. "