Conan: On the possibility that Whiskey is an undercover agent

Scotland checked his belongings as usual before pushing open the door of the cafe's private room. The blond man had been waiting there for a long time.

"I went to the public security prison and found that Yueshan is indeed a cunning person."

Bourbon looked a little worried. "He won the bet. The police got the potion but kept it secret. I don't know its specific effects. It seems that the higher-ups were alarmed."

"It's a potion for erasing memory. The success rate should be very low." Scotland said. He hesitated for a moment, his blue eyes a little gloomy under the shadow of his hair.

"I think I have gained his trust."

This was big news, no wonder Scotland was in a hurry to meet him, probably the information had been passed back to the Metropolitan Police Department. Bourbon was stunned by the good news, and could not hide his joy. He naturally trusted his childhood friend, and no one knew Zhufu Jingguang better than him. He would never joke about such things.

"Well done!"

Seeing that Bourbon rarely showed his emotions, Scotland also smiled and said, "But our first mission has failed. Yesterday, Gin came to settle the account and Tokaj took out the experimental report to make him give up. The successful case was Tsukiyama's son, Aoyama Takuma."

"Paston has not been cleared and is awaiting restart--"

"What?"

If the drug falling into the hands of the police was considered a victory, then this news was a bolt from the blue. However, worse was yet to come. Scotland's face was solemn. "The organization is going to restart the human cyborg experiment."

In other words, there may be more than one modified people like Paxton in the future. Bourbon knows what this means better than Scotland. Intelligence personnel have a keen sense of nose. Rum currently values ​​him very much, so he will know a lot of intelligence in advance.

The research group has always been neutral, but many of the instructions issued by the gentleman will be intercepted by the intelligence group first. However, Rum was obviously skipped in this message, which means that the previous small actions may have been discovered by the organization, and the intelligence group no longer has the priority of trust.

Realizing this fact, Bourbon's face turned grim. "Do you remember the man I told you about? He showed up that day as well. I originally suspected that he was related to Tokaj, but now it seems that his target should only be Aoi Yemuro."

The whereabouts of that girl is still unknown, and coupled with the bad news he just received, Hino-senpai has retired.

Although he applied for the right to view the information of the Hamuro family, he did not find Hamuro Aoi and Hamuro Iori in the Hamuro family's genealogy.

There are only two possibilities. It was five years ago when Hino-senpai escaped and the information he obtained was also valid for five years ago. Either the information was wrong, or these two people appeared in the Yeshiro family after Hino-senpai escaped.

Combined with what the director said that day, Bourbon had reason to suspect that Ye Shikui was not a child of the Ye Shi family, or that her surname was not Ye Shi.

As for Iori Hayamuro, Tokai is hanging out in the organization, and it's unclear whether the name he uses is real or fake, so let's not consider him for now.

After listening to Bourbon's analysis, Scotland also thought it made sense. He took a sip of iced Americano, and the bitter taste with the aroma of coffee filled his tongue. Since living with Tokaj, everything he could eat at home was sweet. He even felt a little dazed when he suddenly drank this.

This brings up the question that has been bothering Scotland: Under what circumstances would a person need to continuously consume excessive amounts of sugar?

This made Bourbon a little confused. He was not a professional medical student, but according to common sense, only patients who were in a coma or unable to eat needed continuous injection of glucose. Obviously, this did not match Scotland's description.

He felt a little strange, why Scotland suddenly asked this question, hesitantly said: "Generally speaking, Western eating habits can easily lead to sugar addiction. Many people there consume excessive amounts of sugar every day, so many people have large bodies, which is not uncommon."

He continued, "Abnormal mood, poor concentration, obesity, these are all symptoms of sugar addiction. Oh, and once you stop consuming it, you will experience withdrawal symptoms, such as restlessness, anxiety, headaches, irritability, etc. I'm not sure about it either."

No, that's not right.

Tokaj was locked in the box and passed out that day, but it was only for an hour. Normally, he would not have consumed sugar for more than an hour. Why was it so serious that time?

There must be something he hadn't noticed.

Faced with Bourbon's inquiring look, Scotland finally chose to conceal the truth.

For some reason, he didn't want anyone else to know about this, including Bourbon.

On the other side, city A, monastery

From a distance, it looks like a typical European-style building, which is a bit old. The most magnificent building is the church, with a crystal chandelier hanging from the curved ceiling, a cross of Jesus' crucifixion standing in the center of the hall, and a simple mural of the Virgin Mary with eyes lowered and tears in her eyes.

The children, dressed in white, sang the daily hymns under the guidance of the nuns. The half-open design of the building allowed the sun to illuminate the church, casting a warm glow on each child's face.

“Okay, good, that’s it.”

The man in the cap waved his right hand, and the sound of shutters clicking came one after another. Reporters swarmed in, and for a moment the church was as busy as a vegetable market. The nun standing in the middle frowned slightly, still looking gentle and amiable.

Yi Dahang followed the team and began to maintain order. They came here specifically to protect the old buildings. Recently, the monastery here has become famous for some reason and attracted many reporters to report on it. It must be said that the way these children chanted hymns really looked like a group of little angels. He had already begun to wonder whether his and Natalie's future children would be as cute as this.

"Mr. Officer!"

It was the nun who had just directed the children to sing. She asked sincerely, "Can you please help take care of these children for a while? There have been too many visitors recently."

Indeed, with so many people around, there is always the risk of some criminals coming in. The monastery does not have many staff members, so it may be difficult to keep an eye on them.

"Of course, leave this to us."

The nun nodded gratefully, and Yi Dahang immediately assigned a team of people to follow the head nun to escort the children to the place where they were placed. The income of the monastery came from the support of others, so it was impossible to drive these people out now, and several nuns had to lead them to visit here.

It was Ida Ko's own decision to come here for development. The major reshuffle he talked about with Matsuda and the others last time was not a lie, but he still wanted to give it a try. Although it is much stricter than the one in Mika, the promotion speed is much faster. As a policeman, who doesn't want to make more contributions? Fame and success are one thing, but if he really encounters a situation where he dies in the line of duty, at least he can earn some security for his family and Natalie.

"Excuse me, do you know where the abbot of this monastery is?"

It was a strange man, he looked a little thin and seemed to be a foreigner. Strangely, in this April weather, he was still wearing a white velvet hat.

Seeing that he was polite, Yi Dahang thought that he was a guest who wanted to discuss funding matters, so he had no intention of stopping him. "Turn right behind the church and you will find the dean's reception room. Do you need a guide?"

The man thanked him and walked inside. Yi Dahang wondered when this man came. He didn't even notice when his vigilance became so poor.