Conan: On the possibility that Whiskey is an undercover agent

Iori Yemuro, who was staring at the pirates in the cinema, received the long-awaited news.

"The Prophet has appeared. The Port Mafia and the Special Agents and Special Abilities Department are likely to be in trouble. I suspect that your organization has an undercover agent. Why did the public security department get the news faster than me? (Speechless Cat Head jpg.)

——luka.」

You should ask Gin this question. Has he been too busy finding fault with him and not working properly?

It's not impossible that he's an undercover police officer. But then again, I don't know if the intelligence team's rat Gin was caught recently.

It was almost evening when we left the cinema. The still-warm sunset dyed the world warm. During the evening rush hour, the crowd was bustling. The office workers in suits and ties were walking hurriedly with briefcases under their arms, while the students in uniforms were laughing and making noises full of energy.

As he followed Scotland, Iori thought about it and classified himself as a humble office worker. A worker with five years of work experience at the age of 19 was still a sought-after talent in a sense. After all, some companies require fresh graduates to have three years of work experience.

I always feel that winning in this area is not something to be happy about.

"Huh? Why did you stop?"

Rubbing his forehead secretly, Ye Shiyi quietly came out from behind Scotland and ran into a young man who seemed to have a disorder in his right eye. As for why he made such a judgment, it was because this guy had wrapped a bandage around his eye.

If not, then he must be a middle school student. Looking at the black-clad figure, Yemuro Iori looked more like a member of the organization than him and Scotland. He couldn't help but take a few more glances and felt that this guy looked a little familiar.

"Nothing, do you want some marshmallows?" Scotland quickly came back to his senses.

Iori Yemuro had no doubts. He happily ran towards the sweets and asked for the largest one without any hesitation.

Anyway, as long as he was holding on to the pirates, he would not interfere in Scotland's private affairs. As for whether it was an undercover agent, he still believed in Gin's people, not to mention that in Ye Mu Yizhi's opinion, Bourbon was more suspicious than Scotland.

Although he was a bit unlucky, he only had two deputies in total, so they couldn't all be undercover agents, Ye Shiyi thought hesitantly, how could there be so many undercover agents? And he met all of them, this was impossible no matter how you thought about it.

"Strawberry flavor." "Chocolate flavor!"

The voice overlapped with that of a woman, and Ye Mu Yizhi realized that there was a lady next to him. She was holding a child about two years old, and they were probably out for a walk.

It’s okay to wait a while, Ye Shiyi took the initiative to give way, "You go first."

"Oh, thank you very much!"

The lady supported the babbling child in her arms, and Ye Shiyi intentionally moved to the back, but was hit in the face by the child's outstretched arm.

"Sorry! Are you okay?" The lady looked apologetic. She was holding the child and it was not convenient for her to move.

Of course it was nothing. How much strength could a child have? Ye Shiyi waved his hand. He was about to pick up his sunglasses when suddenly a hand appeared in his sight. It was the boy just now.

"Thank you?" When Ye Shimu Iori reached out to take the sunglasses, he felt a resistance. He looked into the other person's bottomless iris-colored eyes and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Strange guy.

The boy let go and laughed, "Sorry, sorry, these sunglasses are very handsome, but it would be a pity if they blocked my eyes."

"No regrets, I just don't want anyone to see it."

"why?"

"Five hundred a minute." Ye Shiyi said coldly.

Unexpectedly, the man pulled a card from his pocket and said, "Can I buy you for a day?"

Their movements attracted the attention of others. The lady just now glanced over here furtively, and the boy's shocking words were spoken in a loud voice.

"A gigolo?" "That's a black card, right?" "That being said, is that boy a gigolo using his parents' wallet?" "He certainly doesn't look like an adult..."

Ye Shimu Iori even heard the gossip discussions, which were so convincing and well-founded that he would have believed it if he was not the person involved.

"Are you interested in spending the night with me?" The boy smiled ambiguously and whispered. This didn't look out of place on him, he had the potential to be a gigolo.

But at the moment, it seems that the one who is treated as a gigolo is Iori Yamuro. Although he thinks that it makes no sense that the "funds" he has obtained from the organization should have less savings than the cadres of the Port Mafia, he is the one who should use the black card to hit others.

"My name is Nakahara Chuuya, you can come see me anytime~" Estimating the time the man would return, he winked at him playfully and said goodbye with a reluctant expression.

When this familiar name entered his eardrums, Iori Yemuro realized why he looked so familiar to him. Wasn't this Dazai Osamu, the cadre of the Port Mafia?

Why did he have to use his partner's name to embarrass himself? Aren't they the strongest combination, the "Double Black"?

Iori Hashimuro fell into deep thought.

"That person just now is your friend?"

Scotland did not give up investigating the situation here just because he left. It was just that he had his back to him, so he did not see the boy's face clearly. He just happened to hear a familiar name.

Is that Nakahara Chuuya?

"I don't know him. He wanted to cut in line but I rejected him." Ye Shiyi said. You can't say that he was just treated as a gigolo. The mafia nowadays have no male ethics at all. At such a young age, he looks like a regular customer of a brothel.

Jumping in line?

This seemed to explain why Scotland didn't ask any further questions. He came back from the milk tea shop and strictly followed Tokaj's requirements to buy a popular drink that, in his opinion, had gone beyond the scope of milk tea and turned into syrup.

Recalling the clerk's expression of "are you looking for trouble" when he made the request in the store, Scotland felt that the combination of marshmallows was a disaster, and it was so uncomfortable that it was like watching a young master playing a dress-up game.

Scotland couldn't believe that he could grow so big just by eating sugar. He wouldn't make medicine for himself just to eat more sweets, right? He saw the young master injecting himself with medicine almost every day.

Could it be a nutrient solution or something like that?

"Would you like to have dinner together tonight?"

Scotland asked. He had no hope that Tokaj would agree, but surprisingly, he agreed. He glanced at the young master who finished the marshmallows like a whirlwind. This kind of thing could not survive for more than five minutes in his hands. He seemed to feel that it was not enough and wanted another one.

If you have one more, you won’t want to eat anymore.

He immediately took the guy to the supermarket. The latter was stunned for a moment, and probably hesitated between breaking free and putting down the milk tea. Finally, he seemed to remember that he had promised to accompany him for dinner.

"You want to cook for yourself?" Ye Shiyi put his eyes on his wrist that was being pulled, and something pricked him when it touched.

He turned up his sleeves and found a cufflink-shaped bug. Ye Shiyi took a quick look and continued to pretend that he hadn't noticed. If he remembered correctly, the Port Mafia had just undergone a major change a few years ago, and they were very wealthy.

It's easy to place a bug. Are you planning to come back and get it later?

That won't do. Last time, we lost one of our weapons in a fight with Bourbon, so let's use this to fill the gap. Although Iori Yemuro can do it himself, it doesn't cost much for him, but who doesn't like to get something for free?

What's more, it's a young and promising mafia cadre who suffers the consequences, which will make you feel proud when you tell others about it.

"I won't eat it if it's not delicious." He said in a good mood. This change in mood attracted Scotland's attention. He was selecting the ingredients he would need later. If he couldn't figure out the young master's mind, could he not figure out his stomach?