Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

Shoichi goes to stop Gin from destroying the organization, while Ai and Momiji continue their aimless loafing around.

Inside the Tokyo Aquarium, a huge cylindrical tank occupies the center of the hall.

Momiji was excitedly strolling through the souvenir shop with Ai.

"Oh my, Ai, look how cute this dolphin plushie is! And this keychain matches your clothes perfectly too." Hongye was already carrying several bags.

Ai still had a polite smile on her face, but the bag hanging around her neck suggested that she might not be in a very good mood.

I should have brought Zheng Yi along.

She glanced at the bags hanging all over her body. If Zheng Yi were here, he would definitely be able to help her carry some of the load.

"Red Leaf, shouldn't we go back?" Ai whispered a reminder.

I have too many things on me, I can't carry any more.

"Wait a little longer, I heard there's a dolphin show about to start, let's go check it out." Without waiting for a reply, Hongye pulled Xiaoai towards the performance area.

After weaving through the bustling crowd, they arrived at a relatively quiet rest area near the entrance to the Ferris wheel, where there were fewer tourists.

Just then, Ai's steps suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong, Ai?" Hongye noticed her unusual behavior and stopped to ask.

"No...it's nothing."

Ai looked at the bench not far ahead.

Hongye looked in the direction Ai was staring at, feeling a sense of familiarity with the woman, but she was certain that she did not know her.

"Do you know her?" Hongye asked.

"I probably don't know him." Ai shook her head.

But the organization's radar, which wasn't completely destroyed yet, told her that this person seemed to have some connection to the organization.

Especially that strange sense of familiarity, Ai slowly moved closer to the woman.

As they walked to the side of the bench, the woman seemed to sense someone approaching and slowly raised her head.

The woman looked confused and lifeless.

"Are you alright?" Hongye stepped forward and asked politely, "Are you feeling unwell?"

The woman didn't answer; she just stared at them blankly.

Hongye felt awkward, nudged Xiao Ai, and asked her what she wanted to do over there.

Ai stood in front of Momiji and raised her hand to touch the woman's face.

Just as her hand touched the edge of her cheek, perhaps due to the glue failing after being soaked in seawater, a thin silicone mask slid off her cheek with her movement.

"Clap."

The mask fell onto the bench.

The true face beneath the mask was revealed.

"Curaçao?"

Hongye looked at Curaçao and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Didn't you go to do a part-time job?
What kind of part-time job requires disguise?

Hongye felt a chill run down her spine. Could it be that Curaçao was the one who had been helping Zhengyi commit murders all along?

"Why are you sitting here? Why don't you go home?" Ai asked tentatively.

Curaçao looked up, her heterochromatic eyes reflecting Ai's image.

She shook her head blankly, her lips moved, but she didn't utter a single word.

Hongye reached out and covered Curaçao's forehead: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

She looked at Curaçao with concern, and Curaçao slowly asked, "Who are you?"

"Huh?" Hongye was taken aback.

Ai asked thoughtfully, "Then do you still know who you are?"

Curaçao shook his head.

"Amnesia?" Kureha looked at Ai, who nodded in agreement. That must be the case.

“We are friends,” Ai said.

She reached out her hand to Curaçao and said, "Come home with us first."

Curaçao looked at the two people in front of her, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, extending her hand to Ai.

Hongye looked at the mask that had fallen on the bench in Curaçao, silently picked it up, and put it in her pocket.

These are all pieces of evidence in the crime. If someone finds them, it will be very bad for Zheng Yi and Curaçao.

Inside the warehouse, Tequila said to Gin, "King James came here to prevent you from destroying the organization."

He's already gone all out.

He had heard Gin say, "Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free," when he was outside the warehouse.

Although Tequila never declared his allegiance to Shoichi, in Gin's eyes, he was probably already Shoichi's dog, an enemy to be eliminated.

Since that's the case, he needs to be firm in his stance so that Zheng Yi will protect him.

Vermouth watched all of this with great interest.

Countless undercover agents, cunning organization members, escaped research elites, internal power struggles, tyrannical internal executors, and core members each with their own calculations.

She stroked her chin, muttering to herself:

Is the organization already like this? This is a sign of national ruin; the organization may collapse completely at any moment.

"Destroy the organization?"

Gin moved the gun away from Shoichi and aimed it at Tequila.

So before destroying the organization, he can destroy the tequila first.

"Beep beep beep~~"

Just when the air seemed to solidify into lead, making it hard to breathe, a crisp cell phone ringtone sounded out without warning.

"Hey?"

Zheng Yi answered the phone naturally, completely unaware that Tequila's head was still being pointed at with a gun.

Gin seemed to want to wait until Masakazu finished his phone call before killing Tequila, so he didn't move his hand holding the gun.

"Oh?"

"Ok?"

"it is good."

Zheng Yi put down his phone, looked at Gin, and said, "The person has been found."

"Oh?"

Zheng Yi tapped his temple with his index finger: "But she has some brain problems; she has amnesia."

"Ok?"

Zheng Yi said, "I'll go back first and find out the names on the list. It won't be too late to kill these people after that."

"it is good."

Gin put down his pistol, looked at the three handcuffed together, and said to Vodka, "Keep an eye on them. We'll find out if they're our accomplices after we've questioned them."

As for Curaçao's amnesia, Gin didn't take it to heart.

She has a congenital abnormality in her brain.

This anomaly endowed her with extraordinary short-term memory, but it also brought side effects, namely, unstable memory and a tendency to lose her memory when subjected to strong stimuli.

She possesses the special ability to store memories in her brain, like a portable hard drive.

When her vision is stimulated by the same five-colored light as the memory medium, it forcibly triggers the brain's memory function, activating and retrieving memories. Kiel said to Gin, "Could you treat my wounds first?"

"Vodka, give her a quick treatment."

"Yes."

Bourbon also looked relieved and said, "Now that the person has been found, the suspicion on us can finally be cleared."

Okiya Subaru sighed and said, "Although the suspicion has been cleared, I skipped work today. The consequences of skipping work are quite serious, so I hope you can help me sort it out."

He spoke calmly, with an expression that suggested he was finally about to be proven innocent, but inside he was pounding with anxiety.

Oh no, my undercover identity is about to be exposed, how do I escape?

Gin, Vodka, and Vermouth each held a gun to their heads, the distance perfectly positioned so that even if they broke free of their handcuffs, they wouldn't be able to reach them immediately.

After Shoichi left, Tequila didn't dare to stay there either. She followed closely behind Shoichi, keeping a great distance from him, afraid that Gin might suddenly shoot him.

When Masakazu returned home, he saw Ai and Momiji talking to Curaçao. They were introducing themselves and sharing memories related to Curaçao.

When Zheng Yi returned, Hong Ye asked him, "Why did you say we didn't need to take Curaçao to see a doctor?"

"Because Curaçao's head is different from that of a normal person."

Masakazuki pulled Momiji and Ai aside, glancing back to prevent Curaçao from eavesdropping.

After confirming that she hadn't followed, he said, "Curaçao's head..."

He told the two about Curaçao's brain abnormality.

As Hongye listened, she suddenly felt a little inferior.

She looked at Ai, who could change size at will. Then she looked at Curaçao, whose head was also quite magical.

It seems that only she is ordinary.

"How do we get Curaçao to remember her previous memories?" Ai asked.

Why did you have to think of it?

"Ok?"

Ai winked at Masakazu.

Zheng Yi said, "If it were me, I'd rather she lose her memory. After becoming a member of the organization, she would forget all the things she did. It would be so much better if she were just a simple bodyguard like she is now."

“How could you do this?” Ai said. “Amnesia is not liberation, it’s escape. Forgetting those things doesn’t mean they never happened. True freedom is not forgetting the past, but living on with the past.”

After saying that, Ai looked at Masakazu strangely, "What kind of look is that?"

She felt that Zheng Yi's gaze had become very strange just now.

"It's nothing." Zheng Yi reached out and tugged at Ai's cheek, the touch from his fingertips soft and real.

"What are you doing?" Ai slapped his hand away, her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with displeasure. "You're touching me again, it hurts."

"I just didn't expect to hear those words from you," Zheng Yi said.

Ai patted her cheeks. Why can't I be the one to say these words?

Instead of asking, she said, "Then how do we make Curaçao remember what happened before?"

I won't tell you.

Zheng Yi said, "What you said makes a lot of sense, but I have my own ideas."

"Ok?"

Zheng Yi looked at Curaçao sitting on the sofa and said, "Curaçao is like a blank sheet of paper right now, ready for me to paint on. Wouldn't it be better to let her forget those dark things?"

After saying that, he walked towards Curaçao.

Ai lowered her head and thought for a moment.

Curaçao had seen too much darkness within the organization, so it would be a good thing for her if she could forget about it and start a new life.

She thought Zhengyi's words made sense.

"So you've been convinced by Zheng Yi already?" Hongye asked Xiao Ai.

Ai nodded.

Although Zheng Yi doesn't usually say anything reasonable, his idea this time might be correct.

Memories related to the organization can be very heavy, so for Curaçao, forgetting them isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Hongye frowned.

When Zheng Yi told Curaçao to forget her past dark past, did he mean she wanted to retire from the criminal world and stop competing in business by killing people?
That's a good thing too.

Being a traditional chaebol is perfectly fine; it's too crude to keep fighting and killing.

After overhearing Shoichi and Curaçao's conversation, Ai felt like she had been deceived by Shoichi again.

"Curaçao, you are my most loyal employee, I wish I could work forty-eight hours a day..."

……

The iron gate of the abandoned warehouse was tightly closed.

The air was thick with the smell of rust, and the only sounds were Vermouth yawning and her stomach growling.

"Hey, Gin," Bourbon's voice was hoarse, "Could we get something to eat?"

It has been a full dozen hours since Jundu left this morning. The clock on the wall has already struck ten o'clock at night.

For such a long time, there was not even a drop of water, let alone food.

Gin was leaning against the window smoking when he heard Bourbon's words. He turned his head slightly and gave Bourbon a cold look.

"What a hassle."

Gin flicked his cigarette ash, turned to Vodka sitting next to him, and ordered, "Go outside and buy some food."

“Yes, brother.” Vodka immediately stood up.

In fact, it wasn't just these three handcuffed people; Gin, Vodka, and Vermouth, who were responsible for guarding them, also didn't eat or drink anything that day.

With Vodka gone, the atmosphere in the warehouse became even more subtle.

Kiel, who had been silent all along, suddenly moved, the metal handcuffs scraping against the steel pipe with a piercing "clatter".

"When are we finally going to leave?" Kiel said, finally losing his temper. "You've kept us locked up here long enough! I'm still injured!"

"Quiet down." Gin exhaled a smoke ring and said indifferently, "You're not going anywhere until the list is confirmed."

"Confirm? How do we confirm?" Kiel gritted his teeth.

"Hey, Kir, what's the rush?" Vermouth stood up, walked over to Gin, took out her phone from her purse, and swiped her long fingers across the screen.

"It's been so long, why haven't we heard anything from Jundu?" Vermouth looked at her phone screen, her brows furrowing slightly. "I'll give him a call and ask."

She hadn't worked for such a long time in a long time.

What on earth is that bastard Zheng Yi doing? Why hasn't he made Curaçao remember the list yet?

Vermouth dialed the number and held the phone to her ear.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The phone is on.

"Hey, Cointreau?" Vermouth asked. "Where are you? What's the situation with that woman? Remember the list?"

As Vermouth spoke, she glanced at Gin out of the corner of her eye.

Gin stared at her expressionlessly, toying with the Beretta pistol in his hand, the muzzle pointed at Bourbon, ready to fire at any moment.

"what?"

Before Vermouth could ask any further questions, the call was disconnected.

She tilted her head at Gin and said helplessly, "Cointreau said Rum's method didn't work; she's still suffering from amnesia." (End of Chapter)