Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

Jundu didn't notice that there was something wrong with Midorikawa Hikaru. All his attention was drawn to the ingredients in the refrigerator, and he was eager to try cooking himself.

Midorikawa Hikaru was not at ease, but he could not persuade Cointreau, so he could only stand aside and watch Cointreau operate.

Unexpectedly, Cointreau’s cooking skills were pretty good, though his technique was a little clumsy. However, it was not the panic of a kitchen novice, but rather the result of not having cooked for a long time.

Hikaru Midorikawa didn't think it was that strange. The cautious code members usually didn't feel comfortable eating food that had passed through the hands of others, so it was normal for them to have simple meals, otherwise they would have to live on compressed biscuits.

Two dishes and one soup, namely stir-fried cabbage with pork and braised fish cubes, as well as a bowl of tomato egg drop soup.

Very Chinese dining.

Midorikawa Hikaru made this judgment. He had heard that Cointreau was a mixed-blood. Could it be that he had the blood of a flower grower? But Cointreau's pupil color was so special, he didn't look like a flower grower? Or was he just interested in it?

Seeing that Midorikawa Hikaru didn't sit down for a long time, Jundu thought he was worried that he had poisoned him, so he sat down and took a chopstick from each dish: "Aren't you hungry? If you're not hungry, I'll eat it all?"

Upon hearing this, Midorikawa Hikaru went to get some food, sat opposite Jundu, picked up a piece of shredded cabbage with his chopsticks, put it into his mouth and savored it carefully.

"It tastes like vinegar and is very appetizing," he commented. "It's not as dark and unpalatable as I had imagined."

"It tastes delicious, thank you for your trouble, sir." Midorikawa Hikaru greeted politely.

Jundu ignored him and continued eating. Midorikawa Hikaru was not embarrassed by being treated coldly and ate slowly.

Originally, three dishes were not enough to fill two adult men, but for some reason, Jundu only ate two or three bites and stopped eating. He looked listless, and his face, which had become rosy due to the food that Midorikawa Mitsuru barely fed him these days, turned pale in an instant. He covered his head with his hands and fell to the ground from his chair.

Midorikawa Hikaru was startled by his change and quickly put down his chopsticks to help him up: "Sir, sir, what's wrong with you? Lord Jundu?"

Jundu held his head and groaned in pain: "Ugh... it hurts... ha... it hurts so much... Ah Zhen, it hurts so much... it hurts so much..."

Midorikawa Hikaru didn't know how to respond. He gently held Gin with one hand to prevent him from hitting his head due to excessive struggle. With the other hand, he quickly took out his cell phone and called Gin.

Gin's voice was cold and impatient on the other end of the phone: "What's the matter?"

"Master Gin, Master Cointreau suddenly held his head in great pain. I don't know—"

"The location of the safe house!" Gin interrupted Midorikawa Hikaru abruptly.

Midorikawa Hikaru gave out a string of addresses, and this time Gin didn't hang up: "Turn on speakerphone! Use something to block his mouth, don't let him bite his tongue! Cointreau! Calm down!"

“Hah…Ahh…Ah——” Jundu panted heavily, “Ah Zhen, Ah Zhen, it hurts, it really hurts…”

"Hold on, I'll be there soon. Vodka, go to the back seat, I'll drive!" Then there was the sound of tires rubbing against the ground. I don't know what dangerous action Gin took, and then the phone was hung up. *

Jundu's body was shaking violently, as if he was enduring great pain. Seeing that he didn't speak, Midorikawa Mitsuru became even more anxious. For a moment, there was nothing for Jundu to chew on. Seeing that face that looked like Xiao, Midorikawa Mitsuru made up his mind and stuffed his fingers into Jundu's mouth.

"Master Cointreau, please bear with it. Master Gin will be here soon."

Midorikawa tried to comfort him in a gentle voice: "It's okay, it will be fine soon, just relax, relax..."

Cointreau sobbed unconsciously, with physiological tears rolling down the corners of his eyes, making him look even more pitiful.

This was the first time that Hikaru Midorikawa encountered such an emergency, and for a while he could only wait for Gin to arrive.

Fortunately, Gin arrived very quickly. In just ten minutes, the door of the safe house was kicked open. Gin's hair was a little messy, as if he had been running all the way. He took off his black windbreaker, wrapped up Cointreau, who was moaning on the ground, and held him in his arms, then walked out.

Midorikawa Hikaru looked at his left hand which was covered with blood and teeth marks, his mind racing. Just as he was about to follow, Vodka walked in: "Midorikawa Hikaru? Come with me, my brother told me to take you with me."

This was exactly what Midorikawa Mitsuru wanted, and he immediately nodded in agreement.

Gin drove away his favorite car, so Vodka could only drive the one with Cointreau. Fortunately, Vodka was an experienced driver and could drive any car steadily.

On the way, Vodka caught a glimpse of the wound on Midorikawa Hikaru's hand and reminded him, "Treat the wound. Cointreau should have a medical kit in his car."

Midorikawa Mitsuru opened the trunk of the car and indeed found a yellow medical box. He took out gauze and alcohol from it and disinfected them carefully.

Soon, two cars arrived at the training base one after the other. Midorikawa Hikaru had not been to this place very often. Vodka motioned him to follow, and seeing his confusion, he helped explain: "This is the training base, the same place you stayed before. Don't look at what you shouldn't look at, and don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

Midorikawa nodded in agreement.

The two took the elevator to the meeting room on the first floor below ground. Vodka motioned for Midorikawa Hikaru to take a seat. "Brother will come back to ask you questions later. Think about what just happened here."

After saying that, he also sat aside and sent a message to Gin on his mobile phone.

On the fourth underground floor, Gin put the man on the medical bed. Soon a doctor came over, took out the handkerchief that Gin had stuffed in Cointreau's mouth, and then began to inject a sedative.

Jundu struggled for a few times and gradually fell asleep.

While Cointreau was quiet, the medical staff began to arrange EEG and other examinations. Gin stood aside, watching them busying back and forth, feeling annoyed.

Soon, a person in charge walked over and said, "Master Gin, there is nothing abnormal, but it is possible that the pain was caused by the potion three days ago. We need to study it further."

"How to research?" Gin asked.

"The best way is to inject the experimental drug again and observe Lord Cointreau's reaction."

"What?" Gin's eyes were as cold as the polar ice, "I didn't hear clearly."

"This is the best solution, sir." The person in charge said, "If this possibility is not ruled out, the progress of drug research..."

"Bang——" the sound of gunfire exploded beside the ear of the person in charge.

Gin grinned and said, "If you use such a useless method, I don't know what the point of the organization keeping you!"

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*Note: When Gin and Vodka exchanged seats, the car did not stop... Don't imitate them, don't give the underworld a performance boost! (Highlight!!!)