Conan: On the possibility that Whiskey is an undercover agent

It was a rare organized rally, and there were not many people this time. Neither the two mystics, Vermouth and Bourbon, showed up, but there were some new faces.

Iori Hamuro was brought here by Gin. His bored cat was playing Plants vs. Zombies behind Scotland, who was frowning as he listened to the sound effects of plants attacking zombies and his mumbling.

The action team has been tasked with more and more tasks recently. Even Kiel from the intelligence team has been drafted. I wonder what Rum feels about this.

"The informant is missing?"

Gin did not answer, but continued to issue instructions, "The monastery's spy intelligence team will be rearranged. Before that, Kiel, you should pay attention to the movements over there."

Kiel, also known as Hondou Eikai, nodded to indicate that she had no objection. She secretly paid attention to the person behind Scotland. That was a member she had never seen before, and the background sound of the game was so obvious that it was hard not to notice it.

monastery?

Is it the monastery in the suburbs? Ye Mu Yizhi accurately captured the key words. This monastery had collected people with special abilities for them before, so it was considered one of the forces of the organization. However, since the special ability experiments were stopped, there was no use there. There was no sense of existence until Gin said just now that the spy there disappeared.

Dave's brain was eaten by zombies due to a moment of distraction. Just as Iori Yemuro was about to start a new game, he was caught off guard and called out by Gin.

"As for you," the silver-haired killer paused, "you go with Scotland to investigate the missing idiot."

Facing Tokaj's resentful gaze, Gin mercilessly put his gun on his shoulder. He had not yet finished cleaning up the mess made by this troublemaker. He found out that it was the intelligence group that leaked the news. It turned out that the intelligence group was full of rats.

"I'm dying, Scotland."

The young man squatted beside the table gloomily, growing mushrooms, his resentment was about to condense into solid black air. Scotland had no doubt that even a ghost that had been dead for a hundred years would not have as much resentment as him.

Unexpectedly, Scotland did not urge him to stand up quickly. Instead, he reached out and picked him up, shook him, and put him back on the stool. When Ye Shiyi came to his senses, there was a candy in his hand.

This is really...

Ye Shimu Iori looked up and met those blue eyes, blue as inclusive as the sea, as if he would fall into them if he looked at them for one more moment - this guy really was beyond his expectations in every sense, he was shocked to find that this person was able to calmly and naturally release that damn tenderness to him.

How is this not considered a horror story?

Almost everyone who has met Tokaji Liqueur knows his fussy and meticulous personality. No one will tolerate him, and his guardian Gin takes the lead in "punching in".

However, others did not dare to follow suit. At most, they ignored it, or like Bourbon, they were pulled to the same level by Tokay, successfully assimilated, and started to bicker like elementary school chickens.

This also caused the stereotype of Tokaj to be deeply imprinted in people's minds. Generally, no one was willing to provoke this fragile troublemaker, which saved Yemuro Iori a lot of trouble.

After brainstorming, Iori Yemuro asked tentatively, "Do you know how to pass the ninth level of Plants vs. Zombies?"

Scotland smiled and said, "I passed the level."

Iori Hamuro:!!!

Scotland, it's so scary!!!

It was quite tiring to see Tokaj, weak, pitiful and helpless, huddled beside the table and growing mushrooms. It was tiring because he finally managed to hold back his laughter thanks to the excellent facial expression management in the undercover training class in Scotland.

He reviewed "Behavioral Psychology of Problem Children" ten times and finally found a way to deal with it, comfort him, tolerate him, give him love, understand him, support him, and take the initiative to understand his interests and hobbies.

Scotland spent a week watching Lilo and Stitch and completing Plants vs. Zombies, but he found that he still couldn't quite understand Tokaj. It turned out that Problem Child was not so easy to decipher, otherwise Gin wouldn't have "checked in" at the slightest disagreement.

The problem child was full of bad intentions and was still thinking about whether to increase the dosage. Scotland made him feel that something was out of his control.

"Yes, I passed it." Scotland handed the phone back. Taking advantage of the opportunity to get the other party's phone, he also took a look at the game software on the desktop. It was "Protect the Carrots", right? There seemed to be a game with a little girl in a skirt on the cover. He would go back and look for it and complete them all.

The phone was still warm, and Dave finally didn't have his brain eaten again.

This guy actually means it!

So it turns out that the dosage must be increased, otherwise Iori Yemuro is afraid that one day Scotland will become the same as Tokayi.

It’s scary just thinking about it, I don’t want this kind of thing!

The monastery was still the same as Ye Mu Yizhi remembered, but it looked a little run-down now, because the organization had not taken care of it for so long, and it was unknown why the nuns here continued to adopt those children, and the limited funds were not enough to support their lives, so accepting financial assistance was a common thing.

When they got off the bus, there were people waiting at the door. The sniper's good eyesight enabled Scotland to see at a glance that they were children under ten years old. Children are probably very sensitive to bright colors. The Tokaj bus was indeed too eye-catching. It was extremely rare to see such a striking red color in the monastery.

The missing informant of the organization was the dean here, but the vice-dean was also one of the insiders, so when she learned that the organization was coming, she was ready to welcome him.

"You are, Master Iori?"

"Good day, Ms. Hurley."

Yeshiro Iori did not deny it, he nodded slightly without any extra movements. He had been here when he was very young, and at that time, Iori liked the church here very much. Even when they went bankrupt, they still insisted on maintaining the church. The believers could not even afford to eat, but they still believed in their Lord.

The vice-dean is named Heli Katie, a mixed-race girl, and the dean is her sister, Mary Katie.

"Can you describe what happened that day for us?"

Seven years can make people forget many things, but Haley was particularly impressed by this young master. He was accompanied by a lady with a very outstanding appearance. She would never mistake her eyes, which were as bright and shining as the sun. The lady was very generous and saved the monastery that was about to go out of business that year.

Haley looked at him and began to recall what happened that day. "The police officer who came to maintain order that day said that a strange man with a white velvet hat went to the dean's room and never came out again. My sister was in the reception room, but we searched the monastery and couldn't find her."

"Strange man?"

Ye Shimu Iori raised his eyebrows, he probably had a candidate in mind.

"He seems to be a foreigner, tall and thin."

He didn't run away. Who else could have taken someone away without anyone noticing except a person with special abilities? But this was unreasonable. Their world generally wouldn't involve ordinary people. Using special abilities on ordinary people was unethical.

He didn't know what Fyodor's special ability was, but he knew there was someone who could take people away from under his nose perfectly - the stupid magician who smuggled him from the ward to the rooftop for some fresh air and thought it was cool.

It seems that his name is Gogol. So far, Ye Mu Yi has only seen two members of the Five Decays of Heaven. Based on Fyodor, he guessed that the others are not normal people either. Sure enough, he guessed right. Gogol is simply a madman.

Compared to Fyodor, who looks normal at first glance, this clown is so blind that even a blind person would think he should be sent to a mental hospital.

Really, people with special abilities should not interfere in the love, hate and grudges of ordinary people. This makes him look stupid even if he wants to pretend to be blind.

Although I know that I have not been lucky, it is too outrageous that I either run into policemen or lunatics. Why don’t I go to the temple to pray?