Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

"Shiho? Shiho? What's wrong with you? Why do you look so grim?"

Inside the coffee shop, Miyano Shiho was looking out the window in a trance, as if she was worried about something. Miyano Akemi, who was sitting opposite her, was full of anxiety.

The previous FBI incident made the two sisters feel more and more sad in the organization. Even though Miyano Shiho stayed in the laboratory all year round, she could not avoid being suspected. In addition, Miyano Shiho had taken over the Cointreau experiment, and the organization became more and more dissatisfied with the two.

Fortunately, that gentleman seemed to attach great importance to Miyano Shiho's experiment, so he was not executed by the organization, but he suffered a lot of overt and covert exclusion and difficulties.

Miyano Akemi thought that Miyano Shiho was being embarrassed again, or that the experiment was not going well, so she reached out and held Miyano Shiho's hand on the table: "Shiho. Is there anything that is not going well? Can you talk to me? Although I can't help you, it will make you feel better if you talk about it."

"Sister..." Feeling the warmth surrounding her hand, Miyano Shiho came back to her senses, "Sister..."

"Ok?"

"It's okay, it's just that the experiment didn't go well." Miyano Shiho smiled bitterly, "Today I saw a new researcher whose research direction is somewhat similar to mine. I'm worried..."

"Don't worry, Shiho, it's just similar." Miyano Akemi comforted her softly, "You also said that there are many small research directions, maybe it's just the general direction that is the same? Besides, our Shiho is so amazing, sister believes in you."

Miyano Shiho nodded: "Maybe I'm overthinking it."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to think of something: "Sister, why did you suddenly accept the task? Did someone force you to accept it? Who is it? I will turn it down for you."

"No, I took it myself." Miyano Akemi comforted, "It's okay, it's not dangerous at all. Once this mission is completed, maybe Shiho's experiment will go smoothly too."

"How can such a thing happen?" Miyano Shiho held her sister's hand and said, "Sister, don't do anything dangerous. I'm here for you."

"Okay, I know Shiho is the most considerate. Just this once, don't worry, nothing will happen."

Surrounded by her sister's gentle gaze, Miyano Shiho could no longer say anything against it: "Sister, you must be careful."

"I know."

laboratory.

Red Hair, also known as Ricard, sat in front of the computer desk with a serious expression, unlike his usual eccentricity. He retrieved some data and papers left by his predecessors, preparing to replicate the experiment.

"Sir, your laboratory and researchers are on the second floor. Do you need me to take you there?" A man in black knocked on the door and entered the room.

Ricard raised his eyebrows and said, "From now on, you are not allowed to come in without my permission."

"Yes."

Ricardo no longer cared: "Take me there."

The laboratory was fully equipped. Ricard placed the objects in the positions he was most familiar with, ready to start the battle with the mice. He called in his researchers, and while preparing the drugs and arranging the work, he glanced casually and frowned, "Why are there only a few?"

"The main project of the laboratory is not this right now, so..." a researcher explained, "Don't worry, sir. We can complete the task."

The researcher looked very young, and his eyes were clear and untainted by society.

No wonder he dared to be the first to answer in front of Ricardo.

Ricard looked at him and said, "Can it be done? Okay, then come and help. Everyone else should go too. Do as I ask."

The researchers dispersed. Ricard stared at the young man's operation for a while. When he found that there was no problem, he felt relieved and began to complete his part.

After an unknown amount of time, Ricard became dissatisfied with the researchers' slowness and waved them off to another laboratory, leaving the young man behind.

"Hey, you just graduated from college?" Ricard asked as he watched him clean the super-clean countertop.

"Yeah, how did you know that?"

"I guessed." Ricard crossed his arms over his chest, "I just got here too, tell me about the lab."

The researcher was slightly stunned: "Laboratory...Laboratory is like this, researchers like us work with the person in charge, just like I am in the teacher's laboratory...well, there is no pressure of thesis."

There is pressure in life.

Ricard read out the researcher's unfinished words: "Who is your chief executive?"

"Brandy," replied the researcher, "but don't worry, sir. I am under your control and will only work for you."

"Why are you panicking?" Ricardo laughed. "I won't do anything to you. By the way, do you know Shirley?"

"Shirley?" The researcher thought for a moment and nodded. "I've heard of her, but I've never seen her."

Ricard understood: "What's going on with the room on the first floor? Why are there so many people watching? Is it a database or a storage room?"

The researcher's face suddenly changed. He looked around and finally shook his head: "I don't know."

It didn't look like he didn't know, so Ricard decided to ask later: "So the commander of this base is Brandy?"

"...I don't know." The researcher took off his protective gloves. "I think so... I'm only responsible for odd jobs. Anyone with a code name is my superior."

"Go back and rest." Ricard checked the time. "By the way, if other superiors ask you to do something, can you refuse?"

"Sure." The researcher nodded. "Because before, a researcher was called to do something, but the master was not satisfied and got angry. The researcher complained to his direct supervisor, and the direct supervisor happened to have a bad relationship with the master, and the two quarreled. After that, Master Brandy made a rule that researchers cannot be seconded privately."

Ricard nodded to show that he understood: "You know it very well."

It seems that asking other researchers to do free labor is not feasible, so the only way is to find another way to recruit people.

"Actually, my predecessors told me this." The researcher scratched his head. "This happened a long time ago, passed down by word of mouth. We don't know exactly when it was implemented. We only know that we can help our superiors."

"It sounds like the laboratory is a small world, free from interference from the outside world, and all you need to do is research drugs?" Ricard smiled, "To be honest, this is the first time I lead a team of so many people."

"Um... yeah." The researcher responded vaguely, "My lord, everything is cleaned up."

Ricard also took off his gloves: "You go back. Oh, by the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Fujiki Hiroshi." said the researcher, but he heard a mocking and teasing voice coming from the door.

"Fuji, Fujiya?"

It's Martell.