Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

Chapter 512 Junelek: Does Granfidy know how much internal turmoil Sherry is experiencing?

Two days later, at the hospital.

"Toru, are you prejudiced against Conan?"

It's no wonder Yin Jiu asked so directly; he really couldn't hold back any longer.

Ever since the last time he went sea fishing to celebrate Dr. Agasa's birthday, Bourbon seems to have become even more averse to hanging out with Conan.

This really affects his ability to write observation reports!

Furthermore, the removal of the FBI's listening device also prevented Conan from having the opportunity to visit at the right time.

Even relying solely on the drug data provided by Shirley, Yin Jiu was afraid that the final numerical values ​​would deviate by more than 50%.

If we continue like this, he'll get anxious too!

Yin Jiu's anxiety wasn't written on her face. She was rubbing her hands on Xiao Ju's pot until it was almost polished to a mirror finish.

Amuro Tooru's idea was quite simple—if you can't afford to offend them, can't you at least avoid them?

The god of misfortune was so powerful that even his teammates were killed; how could he dare let the fragile and naive roe deer get caught in it?

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Meanwhile, in another room, Conan and Ai Haibara, who also wanted to see Yin Jiu, were sitting in the hospital room reserved by the FBI.

"I still feel uneasy about it." Conan rested his hand on his forehead, his face serious.

"What do you mean by 'concerned'?" Ai Haibara had been getting to know the doctors at the hospital for the past few days and naturally noticed the difference in Kazato Kyokata. Hearing Conan's question, she instinctively answered the question guiltily.

“The sound of phone keypad buttons,” Conan said, his fingers resting on his chin. “Akai gave me a recording of text messages about ‘that man.’ I rehearsed them based on Japanese area codes. The area code for that organization’s boss’s phone number should be at least 0858—something like Tottori Prefecture.”

"However, what I find strange is that Shuichi Akai, as a member who had infiltrated the organization's upper echelons, should have been able to deduce such information completely..."

"So you think he knew that person's phone number but deliberately didn't tell you?" Ai Haibara overheard this and offered her opinion. "Maybe he wanted to test you? After all, even in terms of your actual age, you're just a 17-year-old kid. It's normal to face more questions, isn't it?"

Moreover, as a code name member, how could Rye Whiskey not know that person's email address?

The only effect of doing this is that if there are still spies from that organization among them, they will become hesitant to act upon hearing such information.

After all, the FBI already knew the person's identity; all they lacked was evidence and a legitimate reason to arrest him.

If Ai Haibara were actively lurking among them right now, upon learning this news, she would probably be so frightened that she would immediately suppress all her methods and try her best not to give them any leverage.

Unfortunately, Shuichi Akai was completely wrong. As a member of the research team, she could at most take on some investigation tasks, but she couldn't be as ruthless as the action team.

And even if that person is arrested, the organization collapses.

She wasn't familiar with that person, so at worst she would just burn all the data and flee to the ends of the earth with Yin Jiu.

Ai Haibara briefly considered this possibility, remaining completely calm and even managing a slight smirk, "Such an approach is truly arrogant and utterly boring."

“Indeed.” Conan, also bored by Ai Haibara’s words, leaned back on the sofa and covered his face with a book.

"Alright, if it's something this boring again next time, don't bother me." Ai Haibara straightened her clothes and arrogantly stood up.

The tactic of feigning indifference may not work with mystics, but it always manages to pique the curiosity of young detectives.

She needed to get the message to Glenfiddich as quickly as possible. As for the FBI's information, she didn't need to take the initiative; she could just wait for good news.

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"So this is what you suspect: the sherry was switched?"

In the FBI's monitoring room, James frowned as he watched the room's video footage, then poured himself a can of instant coffee. "The child's fingerprints are fine. If you still have doubts, then we'll have to conduct a kinship test on you."

"However, you should think carefully before taking that step. Once you do it, there will definitely be traces..."

"I know, it's just my intuition." Shuichi Akai rested his hand under his chin, his gaze fixed on Ai Haibara on the screen. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but the girl's hair color seemed to have lightened a bit compared to before.

However, compared to dark hair, this face is actually closer to another face—Mari Akai.

"So similar..."

Shuichi Akai's fingers traced the light screen.

On the other end.

Yin Jiu's finger also lightly tapped on the tablet's screen.

"A test by Shuichi Akai?"

Sherry's plan was quite thorough, but since they chose to let Sherry go undercover, they naturally made all the necessary preparations.

"Don't worry about what they think, just do your job. — Glenfiddich"

Granfidy replied to her email quickly, and Ai Haibara seriously suspected that her eccentric boss hadn't actually read her emails.

"...."never mind.

Anyway, Gin will hold up the sky if it falls. She has already fulfilled her obligation to inform, and Glenfiddich's life or death is none of her business.

Instead of worrying about this boss she'd never met and whose intentions were unpredictable, she'd rather pay more attention to Junelek, who she got along well with in the lab.

Thinking this through, Ai Haibara drank two more large glasses of cold water before slowly sending the text message.

Meanwhile, Junairek was unfortunately on a video call with Yin Jiu at that moment.

“So, the person who wants Gin to try the fourth phase of Bloody Mary.” Junerek was scrolling through his mouse when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He gestured for a moment. “Sherry sent me a text message. Let me see.”

"Shirley?" Yin Jiu blinked. "Is there a problem with the sample she has?"

Could it be that the FBI discovered and exposed him when he sent the message, which is why he came to ask Junelek for the memory serum?

Yin Jiu's speculation was based entirely on an email from Sherry.

The FBI may be increasing surveillance during this period, so Sherry should be more careful with her words and actions.

Yin Jiu couldn't guess what reason Shirley could possibly have to come to Junairik.

Junairik had already read Shirley's message, and his expression was complicated as he frowned.

"What? Is it difficult to handle?" Yin Jiu sat up straight immediately. If something went wrong with Shirley, he would have to disconnect the video call and rush over to help.

"No...it's nothing, just some trivial personal matters." Junelek coughed lightly, his voice slightly weak as he changed the subject. "Speaking of which, when are you planning to tell Sherry that you're Grenfeldt?"

“Let’s wait a while, until Vermouth feels that her acting skills are stable.” Yin Jiu thought for a moment and felt that Sherry’s progress was quite obvious. After making a judgment, she said, “I think it shouldn’t be long. Maybe I will confess when the next suitable opportunity arises.”

“A suitable opportunity?” Junelek’s lips twitched.

What's the difference between this and a long, uncertain future?

Did Glenfiddich know how much inner turmoil Shirley was experiencing?

If things continue like this, Junerick is afraid that things will go wrong, and the aftermath of the two of them will drag him into a ditch.

After all, this kind of thing has happened before...

"Alright, it's getting late. I have an appointment, so I won't chat anymore." Yin Jiu didn't have time to wait for Junairik to finish his recollection. After confirming that Sherry didn't need any help, she decisively began issuing tasks: "Add blood type parameters as variables and recalculate. I hope to see the report tonight."