Conan: On the possibility that Whiskey is an undercover agent

The research base is in a mental hospital in the suburbs. Most of the subjects are failed experiments, and they are mentally ill due to excessive drug testing. There are also some real mental patients, but it doesn't make any difference. After all, no one will pay attention to whether the mentally ill are normal.

There are indeed no flaws in the decoration. Security personnel, medical staff and even canteen logistics are all available. This layer of disguise is already quite perfect.

"6064--"

The corridor in the hospital is very spacious. The wards on both sides have iron doors arranged in staggered positions with the room numbers marked on them. There is a small hollow window through which you can see the situation inside, just like a prison cell.

Iori Hamuro was talking to Miss Yamamoto who was leading the way. Their voices echoed in the empty space. Most of the patients in the ward were very quiet, probably because they had been injected with sedatives.

Suddenly, a head slowly emerged from under the door in the empty field of vision. It had messy blond hair, was pale and thin, and had sunken eye sockets. Its cloudy blue eyes stared straight at him, like a zombie that had seen the brain. Yeshiro Iori stopped and looked back at him. The two were speechless, and the head nurse was startled.

"Mr. Suzumiya?"

thump—

There was a knock on the door, but he pretended not to hear it and turned around to comfort the head nurse.

"You just said that the cafeteria's menu today includes cream of mushroom soup, right?"

"Yeah, Mr. Suzumiya likes British food?"

The footsteps gradually faded away. In the ward, a skinny young man huddled at the foot of the bed with his head in his hands. His loose hospital gown made him look like a mummy. A hoarse male voice was intermittent.

"Cyr...mushrooms..."

It is easy to find a minor among a group of adults. Shirley is only fourteen this year. She is a small, expressionless and indifferent loli with a very cute contrast.

"Hey, long time no see, Shirley, have you eaten?"

"…No."

Miyano Shiho habitually ignored the man's exaggerated tone, "Gin told me two days ago that you dealt with a rat a few months ago."

"Well, he's right, but it was indeed an accident that I went to do research. After all, I'm just a weak researcher."

"Hasn't the situation in Crimea always been bad? A war has broken out."

"It's not that bad. After all, there's a huge gap in strength. Those conflicts were just minor ones and didn't affect us."

The project handover went smoothly, and Shirley was very talented in this area. As long as Iori Yemuro started, Shirley could deduce the result, which gave him some free time to sort out the materials of his previous interrupted projects.

The little white mice in the glass chamber were chirping, each with their own number. These should be the drug test subjects of Shirley's research.

The weather in April is not hot, and the indoor temperature is just right. There is no annoying cicada chirping, nor is there the biting cold wind howling in the north, so the world has become quiet.

Hotel Galvina

The fragrant champagne fountain was surging, the warm light was refracted by the crystal facets, reflecting colorful spots of light, the golden flowing silk cloth was swaying, and the exquisite and gorgeous people were spinning and gathering on the dance floor.

Oyama Langzhi was holding a glass of red wine, but he was having trouble sipping it. He looked around carefully, waiting for the contact person to arrive.

Originally, he didn't need to be so cautious, but he knew that he had offended someone in the organization, and any mission could be tampered with. And this mission must not fail. As a local Japanese gangster, he was lucky to be able to win over this international organization, so he had to be extremely alert to treat it.

"Ms. Suzumiya is right. My daughter is also involved in this field. She even asked me to invite you to participate in their academic activities a few days ago."

Yeshiro Iori raised his glass towards the man in fancy clothes. Who would take his polite words seriously? But he was not here to chat with these guys today. He was just looking for an excuse to slip away when his hands were empty.

The culprit, the black-haired young man, glanced at him in dissatisfaction, then took a sip of the wine. Yeshiro Iori was stunned for a moment, lowered his hand and picked at the broken diamonds on his watch, trying to recall whether he had drunk alcohol just now.

"I'm sorry, everyone. Aori is not old enough to drink yet and has been a little naughty."

"Mr. Yangdou, you don't have to be so strict. When I was Master Iori's age, I also drank secretly without telling my family. I was young and couldn't help my curiosity, haha!"

The banquet was crowded with people, glamorous politicians and celebrities were talking, the glass was colliding with each other, making crisp sounds, and various translucent wines were flowing and reflecting the lights, like an oil painting of an aristocratic family banquet in the Middle Ages.

It’s almost time. I wonder how Mr. Bourbon, who is very popular recently, will complete this task?

A familiar touch of gold caught his eyes, and Bourbon, dressed as a waiter, appeared near the contact person. At this moment, Iori Yemuro saw at least three pairs of men and women on the dance floor around them moving their eyes in that direction.

How much water was mixed into this venue?

Amuro Toru also noticed this, but he didn't show it on his face. He even had time to look at Tokaj on the other side of the venue. He was dressed like a peacock today, with his half-long black hair gathered behind his head and fixed with a metal hairpin inlaid with a string of diamonds.

He stood among a group of Japanese political and business bigwigs, and the young man next to him had similar features to him.

He knew this person, the heir of the Yeshi family, Yeshi Yangdou.

According to the information he just obtained, Tokayi is from the Yeshi family. Being brought by Yeshi Yangdou shows that he is of high status. The organization is actually involved with such a noble family. Before this, no news had been revealed. Tokayi is indeed not simple. He revealed such important information as soon as he came back.

This needs special attention in the future. It would be best to get closer to him to get more information. His intuition tells him that Tokaj is a good entry point.

"What's wrong? Stop frowning, it doesn't look good. Your coming-of-age ceremony will be in two months. Then you can have the key to the winery and drink as much as you want."

Yeshiro Yoto took some time out from socializing to pay attention to a minor who stopped interrupting. He rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. Yeshiro Iori turned his head and blinked at him as if he had come to his senses. He said he was going to the bathroom. The former immediately understood what he meant and nodded helplessly.

The extremely natural interaction between the two attracted teasing from the guests, showing that they have a really good brotherly relationship.

The folding fan opened with a "swish", and the woman in the burgundy fishtail skirt glanced at the departing figure. Her expression was blocked by the fan, her eyes were dark and unclear, but her tone was rising.

"Mr. Yeshi will be happy to see that you brothers have such a good relationship. He also took Miss Miho with him all the time. This can be regarded as a regret for the old man."

Ye Shiyangdou's smile did not diminish: "Ms. Suzumiya is right. Father has always missed my aunt. The hairpin that Azhi wore today was taken out by father."

Suzumiya Mika gave a dry laugh, and her hand holding the wine glass trembled a little.

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The faucet in the bathroom was running. Feeling a little relaxed, Iori Yemuro splashed her face with cold water, casually pulled off her hairpin and threw it into her pocket.

He hadn't had a drop of water all night. He would go to the convenience store to buy chocolate milk later. Fortunately, he had the foresight to go to the institute to get an injection today, so he could still keep a clear mind. The fatigue of his body made it difficult for him to open his eyelids, but - a man suddenly appeared in the mirror, with gray-purple eyes staring straight at him.

Iori Yemuro's body froze, but Bourbon didn't react. He took out a piece of paper and handed it to him to wipe his hands as if nothing had happened.

"I can see that you are not prepared at all, young master."

Iori Yamuro slowly used a tissue to dry his hands, then crumpled them up and threw them into the trash can. There were no extra callous scars on his fair and slender fingers, except for a little callus on the knuckles of his right middle finger from holding a pen. His nails were carefully trimmed, neat and round, and it was obvious that he had not done anything beyond his age.

A young master who is respected and raised in luxury.

Toru Amuro looked away and ruled out the possibility of the action team. Judging from the information obtained at the banquet, the research team was the most likely one, but the possibility of the intelligence team was not ruled out.

"Do you have any problem with Gin's decision?"

"of course not."

This was really a big accusation for him. Amuro Toru took a step back to put some distance between them, and touched his chin as if he was looking at the figure in the mirror.

"I'm just questioning you."

The intention of this statement couldn't be more straightforward, and Amuro Toru originally thought that this person should have a slightly different reaction. However, unexpectedly, the latter looked surprised and looked at him with an expression that couldn't be more fake.

"I didn't expect you to find out. I actually came in through the back door. Are you envious?"

Toru Amuro would rather believe that Tokaj was hinting at something. Gin was an extremely suspicious guy. Anyone who was labeled a rat by him would be pointed at with the Beretta.

It seems that the identity of the assistant may not be very good for him, and the content of the mission is not very simple.

The rooftop terrace is a good viewing spot with a great view, but the waiting time for the elevator is quite long.

At ten o'clock in the evening, it was time to disperse.

Ye Shimu Iori walked slowly towards the less crowded elevator, gradually moving away from the main road against the flow of people, when suddenly an extremely eye-catching burgundy figure approached.

"Why are you here? Where are the people from the Yeshi family..."

Suzumiya Mika was surprised when she saw him, "...Ah, you haven't been home for a long time, are you going back to visit today?"

"No need, give my regards to...father! Aunt Suzumiya."

Iori Hashimura handed the hairpin to the latter, "Can you keep it for me for a while?"

The woman was startled, and took the hairpin in her hands and held it in her arms. Yeshiro Iori quietly followed the crowd and separated from her, his words of thanks lost in the noise.