Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

Late at night, Kogoro Mouri's screams suddenly came into Yin Jiu and Amuro Toru's rooms.

"What happened?" Toru Amuro jumped up from the bed, and Yin Jiu also opened his eyes.

"I'll go out and take a look first." Toru Amuro gestured, tiptoed to open the door, and then disappeared into the darkness.

"..." What is there to investigate? Isn't it just Mao Lilan scaring her old father?

Yin Jiu was muttering to himself as he looked at Toru Amuro's back. The vampire's excellent hearing allowed Yin Jiu to clearly hear what was happening from Kogoro Mouri's side even from several corners away in such a quiet night.

Instead of going out to join in the fun, he turned over, took out his cell phone and sent all the photos from the afternoon to Vodka one by one.

-

On the other side, in the equally dark night, Vodka had just finished a task, and when he got into the car, he took out his phone and tried to turn off the mute mode. At this moment, he glanced around, and saw some unfamiliar numbers in the pop-up message bar, and his fingers froze immediately: there were really a lot of tasks today, and he didn't know what was going on with Glenfiddich.

As he was thinking, he casually clicked on the strange email. When he saw the picture inside, Vodka was suddenly stunned.

Glenfiddich actually sent him a message? !

Vodka's eyes lit up slightly, and his hand pressed the down key faster.

"It's Tequila." Gin noticed the movement here earlier. He just took a glance and turned his head to the other side without any interest.

"Glenfiddich is still awake so late." Vodka saved the pictures one by one and chatted with his elder brother out of habit.

"Glenfiddich's sleep quality hasn't been very good recently," Gin lit a cigarette for himself, thinking about how Yin Jiu had to confirm that he was present before going to sleep recently, so that he had to submit long reports to his superiors every time, and he couldn't help but exhale a big puff of smoke.

"So that's why we were asked to go to Glenfiddich for a psychiatrist?" Vodka suddenly remembered this, and then he muttered to himself: "..." Can a child who grows up in such an environment really be assessed as having mental health?

Even if it can produce healthy results, its authenticity remains to be verified.

Gin obviously thought further. "Glenfiddich's identity must not be known to the people in the organization, and external psychologists may not give accurate results. It is better to hand it over to Vermouth. She has a medical background, and she was close friends with that person and Glenfiddich when she was in the United States. Maybe she can get a different result than others."

Gin's analysis was very logical and Vodka nodded as he listened.

But Vermouth is a mystic. If she is asked to test Glenfiddich, would she really be willing to share the results with her big brother?

But since Big Brother has already made a decision, now is obviously not the time to express my opinion.

"Then Vermouth's knowledge is quite extensive."

He recalled the various skills that Vermouth knew, restarted the car, and the black Porsche 356A drove into the darkness again.

-

Yin Jiu had no idea that his hardworking colleagues were working all night.

When he woke up the next day, he saw a group of people with tired faces.

"Good morning! Why does everyone look like they haven't slept well?" Yin Jiu tilted his head in confusion while holding the tea in both hands. Bourbon was probably not used to sleeping in the same room with other people. He woke up many times last night and finally just took a nap, so he could only lie there motionless, and the group of monks outside were also yawning.

For a moment, Toru Amuro and Yin Jiu both felt inexplicably comforted.

However, the culprit, Mao Lilan's family, slept the best.

"Yeah, everyone looks sleepy," Conan turned his head to look at this one, then that one, with a suspicious expression, "But where are Kuan Nian and the abbot?"

"Kuan Nian, didn't you see that the master is looking for him now?" The fat short monk yawned and squeezed out a few physiological tears from the corners of his eyes. "I guess the master drank again last night and is still sleeping in the room now."

"Can the monks here drink alcohol?" Yin Jiu's eyelashes fluttered, but he quickly reacted, "That's right, alcohol is a fermented grain product, drinking it shouldn't be considered killing."

"That's not the reason," Amuro Toru did not forget Yin Jiu's identity as a foreigner. After two cups of tea, he was obviously much more energetic. "The precepts that monks in Japan must abide by are different from those in other places. Some monks can even get married."

"Even getting married is possible?" Yin Jiu was very surprised.

"Yes." When the monk Mu Nian, who had dark circles under his eyes, heard the topic enter the field he was familiar with, he came back to his senses and took the initiative to explain.

"For example, our abbot's family is a famous 'family of monks'. His sons and grandsons are all monks. There is also a little granddaughter who got engaged to a senior monk from another temple two years ago. If nothing unexpected happens, the abbot's grandson will also be an excellent monk!"

Yin Jiu: “…”

Mu Nian was still lingering on the excited expression of "I am so proud of the abbot's kindness."

Amuro Toru cleared his throat.

"That's right."

Facing the expression of his silly roe deer, whose pupils were almost shaking, Toru Amuro slowly gave Yin Jiu an affirmative answer.

Yin Jiu: “…” This can be hereditary?!

"...Little...Japanese people are really particular." Yin Jiu opened his mouth and managed to utter a few words after a long while.

Toru Amuro always felt that his silly roe deer didn't seem to be saying good things. After hesitating for a while, he was about to say something when he heard Kuannian's screams outside.

? ? ? ?

No, even the temple can’t suppress the bad luck of this group of people?

The veins on Toru Amuro's forehead began to throb, and he clenched the teacup in his hand expressionlessly. Under his great force, the cup in his hand immediately made a crackling sound as it could not bear the weight.

"Something seems to have happened over there," Yin Jiu seemed to be used to the case, silently absorbing the emotions surging from Bo Ben. He stepped out of the room and then retracted his foot, "Brother Tou, aren't you going with us?"

Yin Jiu urged him subtly, and it was not until half a minute later that Toru Amuro came to help him push the wheelchair with a staggering expression.

So when Yin Jiu and Amuro Toru arrived at the scene, the emotional points in the training room had already been fermented into an extremely pure concentration.

"It must have been done by Mist Tengu!"

Yin Jiu felt the experience of taking off like a rocket, and nodded with great appreciation to the monk Mu Nian who put forward this idea.

When Officer Mumu received the news and came over, he saw a large group of familiar people. He tried to hold back for a long time, but couldn't help but blurt out, "Are you guys finally thinking of going up the mountain to pray together?"

Toru Amuro: “…” Although he felt that he and Yin Jiu should not be included in this, he didn’t know why he felt like they were implicated.

Maori Kogoro obviously didn't think too deeply about it. He pulled Officer Kureme aside and used both hands to make a hanging gesture. After roughly explaining the situation, Maori Kogoro gave what he considered to be a professional conclusion, "It should be suicide. The other party used this method specifically to imitate the legend of Mist Tengu."

“…” Wasn’t he killed by you guys?

Officer Murume listened patiently to Brother Mori's nonsense in silence. He turned his head and rubbed his nose, then looked around and focused on Yin Jiu and Amuro Toru, who seemed more reliable.

"Did you two notice anything wrong last night?"

Facing the inquiring gaze of Officer Mumu, Yin Jiu shook his head innocently, "I was in the room all night. Brother Tou heard Uncle Maori's cry and went out once. After that, he stayed with me all the time."

"Is that so? Then the only possible explanation is suicide." Officer Mumu racked his brains to think over the few clues so far. "Is it really a show?"

"Brother Yin Jiu, do you also think that the abbot was staging a suicide?" Conan subconsciously wanted to follow to the crime scene, but when he saw Maori Kogoro, whose expression became unfriendly because he saw him, he changed direction without making a sound and walked towards Yin Jiu.

"That's definitely not the case." Yin Jiu was very satisfied with the atmosphere in the training room. Seeing Conan approaching, his attitude was quite friendly. "Even if the old abbot wanted to commit suicide, he would have to have a way to climb up to such a high position. This is obviously murder."

Yin Jiu looked around at the group of people in the room. Except for Detective Mori, Toru Amuro and the members of the Metropolitan Police Department, everyone else exuded fear to some extent. Only the monk named Xiunian was a little different.

Yin Jiu lowered his eyes and looked away inconspicuously, but Conan easily caught the final destination of the other's gaze.

Immediately he ran towards the short freckled monk.

“…” The eyesight is quite good.

Yin Jiu silently pushed the wheelchair to a hidden place and ran towards the room quietly.