Conan's organization will end sooner or later without me

Chapter 513 Ai Haibara: Vermouth, that lazy, slacking-off guy

The tasks assigned by Yin Jiu were tedious and boring.

While Junerick was losing his hair alone in the lab, the other two codenamed members of the research group had already set sail.

"It's raining outside, are we still going to play tennis?"

On the forest path, Kogoro Mouri's car bumped along, and an anxious brown-haired head peeked out from inside, then worriedly withdrew.

"Of course we'll go! We're already here, and maybe the weather will clear up when we get there?" A thick Osaka accent rang out, and at the same time, a brown hand pressed down on Ai Haibara's head. "And you brat, don't stick your head out when the car is moving, it's dangerous."

"Likewise, isn't your other hand also outside?" Ai Haibara rolled her eyes and retorted, not to be outdone.

"Come on, what's going on between you two?!" Conan wiped away a cold sweat. He felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere between Ai Haibara and Heiji Hattori. It was as if the two had a grudge against each other.

"Xiao Jiu is already asleep sitting next to you. At least try to tone it down a bit when you're arguing."

"Hmph!" *2

"Hey, Kudo, why did you bring that woman along?" Hattori Heiji whispered to Conan, unwilling to give up.

Ai Haibara simply closed her eyes, clearly too lazy to bother with this imposter.

Ha, Rum's lackey. I wonder why Shinichi Kudo invited this woman, Heiji Hattori, to the car.

The two were thinking in perfect unison, and Conan, caught in the middle and not feeling right at all, had a slight spasm in the corner of his mouth and his gaze wandered away.

He failed to pick up where Hattori left off.

Why else would they bring Haibara along?

Of course, it was for close observation to confirm the authenticity of Hattori Heiji.

But such words are too hurtful, and Conan is afraid that if he doesn't control himself, he might accidentally hurt his true friend.

That damn Gin! If that guy hadn't been aiming at such a deadly spot, he wouldn't have been so hesitant!

In addition, Hattori Heiji seems to be flawless in terms of height, voice, appearance, and memory.

Unfortunately, Ai Haibara's radar function malfunctioned, working intermittently.

"Hmm... Hmm?" Yin Jiu had been pretending to sleep with her eyes closed. Suddenly, she felt the surrounding environment was quiet, but her emotions gradually intensified. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Conan staring at her with an uncertain look in his eyes.

What are you doing?

Yin Jiu became alert, suddenly snapping back to reality and hugging herself.

"Ah, Brother Yin Jiu, you're awake?" Conan instantly switched back to his obedient elementary school student demeanor, his gaze sweeping over the rain outside the window, and a half-truth, half-lie came out of his mouth, "It's raining outside. We were just discussing whether we should change our activities if the rain continues."

"I have no objection." Yin Jiu blinked, not exposing Conan's lie, but instead glancing down at her watch. "However, you can call Ran-senpai first. Didn't she and Sonoko-senpai go to their destination first?"

"That's true." Conan smiled, smoothly changing the subject, and inwardly wiped the sweat from his brow.

"How can anyone continue playing tennis in this kind of weather?"

Kogoro Mouri kept his eyes on the road while driving, paying little attention to the whispers behind him. He didn't even notice anything amiss when he heard Conan's explanation. "Honestly," he said, "if it weren't for you guys insisting on coming over, I'd be lying at home watching a polo match right now."

"That's not quite right. Wasn't this race suspended and investigated because someone poisoned a racehorse? Even if you're at home, you can't see anything, can you?" Hattori Heiji clicked his tongue twice. "I heard that the drug was sold by people from the Kokugikan (National Sports Hall). It was originally intended for human use, so I'm afraid the person who used it didn't intend to directly poison the horse."

"So this means the staff of the Kokugikan (National Sports Hall) will also be investigated?" Ai Haibara's focus was clearly elsewhere.

Some time ago, a daring and extraordinary person suddenly appeared in the research team's records.

This guy, who dares to use 'Great God' as his surname, supposedly sold sixteen sets of potions distributed by the organization over three years, making over ten million in profit annually.

So they were caught red-handed and dealt with so quickly?

Vermouth, that slow and sluggish guy, has actually become more efficient this time?

Not only Ai Haibara had doubts, but Yin Jiu also perked up his ears.

Vermouth's efficiency couldn't possibly be that high. With everyone still under surveillance, her decisive action suggests that she outsourced the task to Gin.

But isn't Gintoki in Osaka?

look again?

Yin Jiu looked confused and asked softly, her tone unsure, "The National Martial Arts Hall? Isn't that where we watched the wolf-faced man last time?"

“That’s right. Someone used this incident to report that their medicine is harmful to the human body. It’s a pity that I was delayed by the case that day and couldn’t go to see the wolf-masked man’s performance with you guys, otherwise I might have been able to guess who the person selling the medicine was.” Hattori Heiji looked at Conan provocatively.

The fact that the detective was completely unaware of the situation after so long clearly shows his lack of understanding of current events, and he has finally outmaneuvered Shinichi Kudo.

Hattori Heiji felt a subtle sense of satisfaction.

Conan frowned; he had only just learned about this.

Although Uncle Mori watches polo every day, he doesn't care about anything else related to winning or losing.

"The person selling the medicine..." If Conan were to have any doubts, his first thought would only be of that magical healing potion.

However, the spray, which is remarkably effective in treating human injuries, kills horses instantly when used on them, suggesting that it contains a substance that the animal cannot break down or digest.

It certainly sounds like a case of 'good intentions gone wrong,' but we still need to go to the scene to confirm.

"Now that we've locked down the drug distribution channels, we should be able to identify the suspects quickly. Anyway, there weren't any casualties, just livestock. In the end, we'll probably just settle it with compensation." Kogoro Mouri finally heard something that interested him and squinted as he commented.

"Hmm, they might also reach a settlement directly." That doesn't seem like Gin's doing.

Yin Jiu's eyelashes drooped, and the person who was able to seize the opportunity to report her was at least very familiar with the whereabouts of the great god Jing Qing.

Could it be rum?

It seems that directly severing his own arm and wrist would do him no good.

The answer has become elusive again.

The people in the car remained silent. By the time they reached their destination, the rain had intensified.

"Uncle!"

"father!"

Ran and Sonoko had clearly been waiting for a long time, but what caught Conan's attention was another man with a small ponytail standing beside them.