Corpse collector in Conan

After the vodka car.

Gin raised the car window expressionlessly, scanning the bag of snacks with his peripheral vision, waiting to hear the so-called "explanation".

Originally, he was doubtful about this bag of snacks just because of their freshness.

And Vodka's shout just now made Gin completely sure that there was something wrong with this pack of cookies, something was added inside.

...The meal he planned to eat actually contained suspicious medicines. Thinking of this, Gin put his finger on the trigger a little harder.

But reason told him that Vodka's loyalty had been tested, and if Vodka really wanted to poison him, he could just put the medicine in his lunch box without risking his hands on a snack he didn't often eat...

Seeing Gin's thinking look, Vodka felt that everything could still be saved.

He knew that many people who died at the gunpoint of his elder brother actually died because they spoke too slowly, so he quickly explained: "That package of snacks was actually prepared by me for Uzo..."

Speaking of this, I noticed that Gin's expression turned gloomy again, remembering that Gin seemed to have been convinced that when Uzo grew up, he could greatly improve the organization's assassination efficiency and expand his connections...

Vodka added sadly:

"It's not poison, just a little bit of anesthetic..." He slowly put his index finger and thumb together, made a "little bit" gesture, and said like a diligent salesman:

"Well, Uzo hasn't found a suitable psychiatrist yet. His mental state is inevitably unstable. I'm worried that one day he will get over it, be out of our control, and go too far... then... , this pack of snacks can stop his dangerous behavior relatively peacefully without taking action..."

...narcotic drugs?

After listening to Vodka's words, Gin suddenly remembered what happened in Tottori Prefecture before.

In an instant, he clearly saw Vodka's brain circuitry when making this pack of snacks.

...No wonder after returning from Tottori Prefecture, Vodka's reaction when he heard "Uzo" was a little different from before. It turned out to be this idea.

In this way, Uzo does not seem to like to refuse food and water offered by others.

Gin mused.

Although he had been warned once to be careful about the medicines in his diet, Uzo might not take it to heart... For a moment, Gin found that he actually wanted to see what Uzo would do when he encountered these snacks.

Of course, even if Vodka does get lucky, this method will only work once at most.

And if it really works, Uzo's expression will be very interesting. In addition, this will be a good social practice lesson - if Uzo really gets tricked, this will be more effective than reminding him to "pay attention to what he eats" a hundred times. ...There are many good players in the organization who have calmly weathered the storms and finally capsized in the gutter in an inexplicable place. He doesn't want Uzo to be one of them.

Of course, the premise is that the packet of vodka snacks is really as he said, with only a little anesthetic added.

As Gin thought, he moved his gaze to Vodka, who was sitting next to him, nervously waiting for the verdict.

He clicked the pack of cookies with his gun: "Eat it."

When Vodka heard this, he didn't show a horrified expression of "I'm going to be forced to take poison!". Instead, he was a little surprised, as if the punishment was very mild.

He hurriedly picked up a few snacks and ate them in big gulps.

A few seconds later.

Gin looked at his assistant who was leaning on the driver's seat and sleeping unconsciously: "..."

Tsk, that was a mistake. I should have let Vodka move to the back seat first and give up the driver's seat.

But in that case, if there is something wrong with the vodka, it might give him a chance to escape or even fight back... Anyway, there is still nearly an hour before the next transaction, so there is no rush to use the car now.

Thinking like this, Gin ignored Vodka who was snoring in the driver's seat.

He looked at his phone again, and while eating a fresh bento, he sent Uzo the unfinished message:

[Okay, the handover will be at 10:40 tonight, and I will tell you the location then. ]

Afterwards, Gin sent another message to Chianti and Cohen, allowing the two snipers to free up the same time slot.

...Let him see if Uzo's insistence on meeting this time has any other purpose besides asking for a mission.

If after this meeting, it is found that there is nothing wrong with Uzo, then resume providing him with the hit list.

...After all, judging from Uzo's initiative to raise funds for the organization, he now understands that the interests of the organization should be valued.

Moreover, I have to admit that Uzo’s assassination mission is extremely simple and neat - it will not occupy the organization’s manpower, so it will not expose the organization’s people and increase the workload of clearing leaked targets...

Even the aftermath can be left entirely to the police.

It sure is fun to watch those pesky flies cluelessly clean up the mess for Uzo and thank Uzo for saving them from overtime. He seemed to be able to appreciate the fun Uzo had in setting up those assassination dramas...

…

Nearly twenty minutes later, Gin finished his dinner and breakfast and was about to take his stupid assistant away from the steering wheel and drive to Yamazaki Credit Club.

At this time, Vodka's snoring stopped slightly and he woke up.

When he opened his eyes and saw that he was still alive and did not appear in the organization's interrogation room, Vodka realized with joy that he seemed to have passed the big brother's test.

When he straightened up, he saw some leftover snacks in the bag next to him. He hurriedly put it away and said cautiously: "I'll find a place to dispose of it later..."

Hearing this, Gin glanced at the cookie and hesitated for a moment, but ultimately said nothing.

Vodka keenly noticed something was wrong.

As a qualified reading machine, Vodka thought a little, analyzed calmly, and grasped the key.

——After he proposed the method of "getting rid of the snacks", the eldest brother did not snort, nod, or have any other affirmative reaction...