Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

Sure enough, not long after Yin Jiu changed his clothes, he heard a knock on the door.

"I'm coming." Yin Jiu resigned himself to opening the door.

Then the muzzle of a gun was pointed directly at his head.

"We can talk it over!" Yin Jiu raised his hands and was forced to retreat step by step by the gun muzzle.

This time, Vodka rarely did not plead for Yin Jiu. He followed Gin with a serious expression and even helped lock the door when he saw Yin Jiu being forced back into the living room.

“…” Yin Jiu swallowed his saliva, thinking that something was not good, and his brain started working rapidly.

"In fact, I didn't really eat the candy with the medicine at the beginning. I secretly spit it out when Piske wasn't paying attention."

"The juice that followed was also completely fine. And what Pisker used was just a simple drug reaction. My body is not as bad as the report says. If I were an ordinary person, even if I accidentally ate it, I would only feel uncomfortable for a short period of time, and there would be no particularly serious side effects."

Yin Jiu spoke very quickly and was now forced onto the sofa.

"You tried it because the side effects are small?" Gin didn't believe what Yin Jiu said, that he didn't eat it and secretly spit it out.

First of all, Piske is not that careless now that he has reached this age.

The second is Gin's understanding of this idiot.

Relying on his strong resistance to poison, Glenfiddich dares to touch any poison. If you are not careful, this idiot will get killed.

"Ahem." Yin Jiu knew that his words were not convincing. He covered it up with a few dry coughs and turned his head away. "Don't worry so much. My body is the same as dead. In other words, there is no difference between being dead and being alive. So don't take this matter so seriously."

Vampires don't even have a heartbeat or breathing, they are essentially dead. Normal poisons that are lethal to humans are of course useless to dead people. Even eating them is just like human food and has no satiety effect on them. So Gin's worry is completely unnecessary.

"boom!"

Gin's gun grazed Yin Jiu's head directly, his face cold, "It's the same as being dead. There's no difference between being alive and dead, right? Then I'll help you die more thoroughly!"

This time, Gin was determined to teach Yin Jiu a lesson. He was acting like he didn't care about his body and something bad would happen sooner or later. When Glenfiddich killed him, they would put the blame on Gin.

This kind of thing must be prevented in advance!

Gin muttered to himself, and the finger pulling the trigger exerted a little force.

Yin Jiu huddled on the sofa and stepped back uncomfortably, the muzzle of the gun against his forehead still emitting steam.

His trembling eyes swept over the word "Gin" in the list of vampire charm captives, and then Yin Jiu widened his eyes in disbelief.

No, how can you do that even if it's ranked so high? !

Vodka had no idea what Yin Jiu was thinking. Seeing his elder brother's fingers tightening, he grabbed the sides of his clothes in fear.

"Brother, the bamboo stick is in the car. Do you want to bring it over?" Vodka reminded him appropriately, fearing that Gin's gun might go off accidentally.

"..."

Vodka I hate you!!

Yin Jiu pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly. He was completely scared now. The fear of being dominated by the small bamboo sticks in his previous life and this body returned. Instinctively, tears flashed in Yin Jiu's eyes, and the tears fell to the ground. "I was wrong. I really won't do it next time."

“…”——Gin didn’t expect Yin Jiu to give in directly.

“…”——Vodka accidentally hit Yin Jiu’s soft spot.

It turns out that small bamboo sticks are more useful than gun barrels?

Gin's eyes narrowed, and as he recalled his experiences of the past few days, he suddenly sneered meaningfully.

"..." Yin Jiu always felt that Gin's smile was not well-intentioned, as if he wanted to make fun of him, because he often smiled at Gin like this.

"You...what do you want to do?" Yin Jiu's face was still covered with physiological tears. He hugged himself in panic and then curled up cautiously.

"Hmph, it's so dirty. Don't dirty my gun with your snot." Gin couldn't resist Yin Jiu's tear attack after all. Although he said harsh words, he gave Yin Jiu a suspended sentence in his heart again.

Since Glenfiddich has admitted his mistake, let's give him a chance. Remember it this time and punish him the same way next time!

When Yin Jiu saw Gin put away his gun and stretched out his hand towards Vodka, his pupils trembled with fear and his whole body was shaking.

No, no, no, no? !

Does Gin have to beat him today?

The 'Stir-fried Bamboo Shoots with Shredded Pork' that Yin Jiu had imagined did not come. Instead, he saw Gin taking out the familiar blood-drawing instrument from the bag handed to him by Vodka.

"Take some time back and check the situation." Gin's words were brief and to the point. After all, he had taken medicine and drank fruit juice that could cause reactions, and the gentleman also wanted to confirm again whether there was any problem with Glenfiddich's body.

Yin Jiu was no longer afraid and stretched out his hand to let Gin do the work.

"Where was Pisco sent?" Yin Jiu saw that Gin's expression had calmed down, and became a little curious.

"Africa." Gin used a cotton swab to disinfect Yin Jiu's elbow, frowning at the needle hole that had not yet healed, "Your wound will remain like this and you don't plan to let it heal?"

"Isn't this for fishing?" Yin Jiu blinked and saw that Gin's forehead veins were bulging. He immediately changed his words, "It's not just for fishing. It takes time for normal humans to recover from wounds. In fact, I am also simulating the length of time it takes for normal humans to recover."

"Then your injuries should have healed long ago."

Since it was just a sample for examination, Gin had already finished drawing blood and directly pulled open Yin Jiu's shirt, revealing a large bandage.

"How long have you had this injury? Is this how you hide the bandage under your clothes to go fishing?" Gin sneered and applied a little force with his fingers.

Blood immediately oozed out from under the bandage. Gin's pupils shrank and he immediately frowned and withdrew his hand. "What's going on?"

"Look, you've been fooled too." Yin Jiu covered the bandages with his clothes. "This is a wound I added specially. It bleeds when touched. It's a must-have for playing the victim!"

"New?"

"These are all injuries that can be healed in minutes," Yin Jiu realized the danger in Gin's eyes and immediately added cautiously, "Most of these injuries are on the surface. They look serious, but in fact, there is nothing serious."

"Since it can be healed in a few minutes, then we should deal with it quickly instead of looking at this weak and frail body that is an eyesore."

Gin left this sentence and left with the blood sample without looking back.

Yin Jiu sighed helplessly.

In order to avoid being hit by the small bamboo sticks, it seems that I can no longer maintain my battle-damaged skin.

He took a knife from the drawer and tried to cut the bandages off his body.

There was a knock on the door again.

Could it be that Gin is going to make a comeback?

Yin Jiu put the knife back and smelled a faint smell of blood when he opened the door. Then he looked down and unexpectedly saw the injured Huibara Ai standing at the door with a dazed expression and no one knew what she was thinking.

"Grace, what happened? Why are you injured like this?"

Yin Jiu immediately switched to the emotions that a good brother should have.