Conan: On the possibility that Whiskey is an undercover agent

The address is chosen at Hotel Galvina

The fragrant champagne fountain in the hall was surging, the warm light refracted through the crystal facets, creating colorful spots, and the golden flowing silk was swaying.

The banquet was filled with shadows, and the well-dressed people were chatting animatedly. The glass was colliding, making crisp sounds that rose and fell. Various translucent wines were flowing, which was reflected by the lights, like an oil painting of an aristocratic family banquet in the Middle Ages.

Gin walked straight through the crowd and went to the reception room first with the Irish whiskey. The task assigned to Bourbon was to trick the eldest lady into taking her birthday present. He looked at the picture information provided for the task, which was a mother-of-pearl headdress that was obviously worth a lot of money.

There was no indication of the special features of this hairpin, and Bourbon didn't believe that the organization would go to such great lengths to steal a little girl's headdress. There must be something fishy about this.

However, plans cannot keep up with changes. Bourbon fell into deep thought as he looked at the black-haired boy who was chatting happily with the girl. Has the gang now fallen to the point of sending a minor to use a honey trap?

"What do you think, Zhijun...ah!"

The usual trick was to pretend to accidentally knock over the wine glass and wet the skirt. The girl screamed and accidentally stepped on the skirt when avoiding it. Bourbon was about to continue, but he saw the black-haired boy quickly grabbed the girl and gave her an extremely romantic spin around her waist.

He caught the girl steadily, and after looking at each other affectionately, the girl's face turned visibly red.

"Are you okay, Miss Watanabe?" The boy's voice was a little hoarse. Bourbon saw him turn around and look at himself.

Watanabe Rie was so happy that it seemed as if she was surrounded by flower petals. "Thank you, Zhijun."

Before Bourbon could perform, he had to watch the other party perform a dramatic scene that was like the encounter between the male and female protagonists at the beginning of an idol drama.

I have met my match, he thought.

Just when he was planning to go up and use this as an excuse to get close to her, the target person came to him on her own initiative. Bourbon immediately put on an apologetic but graceful expression and asked if she wanted to leave early, and he would pay the corresponding expenses.

Dazai Osamu secretly looked at the blond man. His approach was extremely purposeful, and he discovered that he did not seem to have an advantage because the young lady had been secretly paying attention to him since he entered the venue.

She likes men with blond hair. Her purpose is too obvious.

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"Mr. Amuro is a mixed-blood?"

Watanabe Rie looked at this humorous man. Although Zhijun was also very handsome, she still liked gold. She felt a little regretful when she thought of this.

“That being said, I am still Japanese.”

The photo on the profile showed a butterfly wing hair accessory with golden pearls, which was currently pinned on the young lady's bun.

The way to get some alone time was extremely smooth. It seemed that after seeing me, the eldest lady happily abandoned the young man named "Zhijun".

There were few guests outside the dressing room, or perhaps the eldest lady had given instructions. The pearlescent light flickered slightly, and the warm yellow hue created a non-existent warmth.

"It's really beautiful. This hair accessory is very unique and suits you very well." Bourbon praised.

Watanabe Rie had already changed her clothes. Upon hearing this, she raised her hand to fix her hair and smiled, "It's golden. Very beautiful, right?"

"I don't know why, but the fact that it attracts you all means that you like it very much."

Watanabe Rie changed the subject, no longer looking like a shy girl in love. She tilted her head and said, as a young lady from the Yakuza, she must have met at least eight hundred men, and she could tell what kind of people were thinking at a glance.

"...I actually like your hair, but it's not enough..."

"Really? It's my honor to be liked by you." Bourbon remained motionless. He still looked like a gentleman, with his left hand behind his back ready to draw his pistol at any time.

She is worthy of being the eldest daughter of the Golden Dog Group. I heard that the boss of the Golden Dog Group attaches great importance to her. Is he training her to be the successor?

"What she said is indeed true..." Watanabe Rie said thoughtfully, her amber eyes filled with unknown emotions.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Amuro." She waved her hand, her tone relaxed, "I don't mean to embarrass you... but I think you should be interested in someone--"

"Do you know the [Prophet]?"

"Half a month ago, a man who claimed to be a prophet came to me and predicted that half a month later, I would meet someone who would take my treasure away, and I would be willing to do so."

She stared at him and said word by word, "You came here for this hairpin, right?"

"..." Bourbon did not deny it. He continued the other party's previous words, "[Prophet]?"

"I thought you would know that this person has become very famous in City A recently." Watanabe Rie said, she took off the hairpin, "Do you know why this is my treasure?"

"Isn't it the hairpins you like?"

"Very perceptive." She held the hairpin to the light, and it flashed with bright golden light, which reminded Bourbon of someone.

Tokaj's eyes were also as golden as the sparkling jewels... No, it should be that the jewels sparkled as his eyes.

Bourbon had heard a little about this so-called "prophet", but the information he had about the psychic was incomplete.

"Do you know who that guy was?" Watanabe Rie approached slowly. "He is one of the senior officials of the Port Mafia, a person with special abilities."

"You are young and promising, but why did you choose me?" Bourbon secretly noted the other person's words, "Are you willing to do this?"

"I've already told you that I actually quite like you." Watanabe Rie tilted her head and handed over the hair accessory.

"Let's make a deal, Mr. Amuro... Don't let the Port Mafia take my treasure."

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The Port Mafia was the first to leave. The leader of the Golden Dog Group snorted coldly, but passed a message to Gin behind his back.

They also left one after another and came to the hidden guest room.

The representative of the Golden Dog Group was named Sato Hibiki. The moment he entered the guest room, his expression changed and he said sincerely, "Mr. Kurosawa, please keep what we are going to say next confidential."

Gin didn't say anything. In fact, when the Port Mafia made the request, the Golden Dog Group did not immediately object. Instead, their attitude changed completely after taking a look at their mobile phone.

"Some guys are stretching their hands too far. If we give in at this time, I'm afraid you won't agree."

"In fact, we are very interested in a research project of your organization. Miss hopes to discuss cooperation in person. We will definitely be able to show the sincerity you want."

When Gin met the other person's eyes, he felt a rare sense of interest.

"Happy cooperation!"

On the way back, Gin got the hairpin, which was specifically required by the boss.

Bourbon had no regrets. He thought it was an item that contained some hidden information, but after studying it, he found nothing.

Is it a keepsake or something like that?

Combined with the intelligence obtained today, Bourbon is more concerned about the future situation in City A. Under the watchful eyes of foreign superpowers and the port mafia, can this city still remain peaceful?

He doesn't want anyone with special abilities to intervene. This is not a port city. Once it develops in the direction of Yokohama, it will inevitably affect the surrounding areas.

Gin asked, "What did the young lady tell you?"

“She wants to work with the organization.”

Bourbon turned the steering wheel slowly, "Where are our friends?"

"That's impossible to say."

Gin did not express his opinion, but Bourbon speculated that the organization would most likely cooperate with the Golden Dog Group because he received a reply from the Public Security Bureau.

Prevent abnormal forces from invading city A.

This really overestimates them, but Bourbon does not intend to back down. It seems that the undercover matter has to be put aside for the time being. He has to find a time to communicate with Scotland again. He actually has to stand on the interest side of the organization for the rest of his life.

This is the first time I've seen you.