What does it mean that it is better to die than to die as a poor friend? I think Conan, who doesn't know what he is doing now, must have sneezed.

Sir An was indeed very interested in what I said. Based on the partial content he could see, he quickly translated English into a language he could understand.

"From the cellular level - that is, physical rejuvenation...?" An-sir obviously remembered the data related to Jingguang that I just took, "Body, mind - what the organization wants to do is to reverse time!"

bingo!

I remember that Sister Bay once said a very long speech in English, something like we are both gods and devils, we want to reverse the flow of time and so on, so cool.

I don't remember the exact original sentence, but I haven't forgotten it. After all, that chapter was related to the main storyline and was divided into several episodes. It also followed the episodes where Xiaolan became Angel, so I had a deep impression of it.

And it was still Conan's old routine, a minor programmer who was persecuted by the winery appeared. I remember that person seemed to challenge Taku Kura...

Bancang, Zhuo.

Wait, wait!

Itakura Taku=いたくらすぐる, Taku=すぐる.

Isn't this the name?

So that’s it, so that’s it!

Then - that thing that I couldn't understand at all, should it be the program content that Itakura said would "endanger all mankind"?

Bayonetta was unable to get this thing at that time. Why did Itakura Taku die in that episode? The choice between the three was still the winery - ahhhh, I can't remember such trivial things at all.

But now this thing is in my hands. It was in the hands of the deceased Yamashita before. Does this mean that Itakura’s achievements were not destroyed, but just fell into the hands of other people?

Moreover, the only two companies that would be interested in this information are the winery and the zoo.

The former has already failed, so what about the latter?

So the person who scared Yamashita that day must be a member of the zoo?

This makes perfect sense. After all, the winery doesn't seem to have taken any action regarding this, but various codes of the zoo have been appearing in front of me frequently recently.

The winery and the zoo are really just collaborating for mutual benefit. I even suspected that Taku Itakura was killed by the zoo just for the "program that threatens humans" that was about to be acquired by the winery.

However, I really don't understand what program can threaten the human race, the Skynet system?

It always feels a little different.

Because of this sudden discovery, I was inevitably emotionally agitated. This feeling of being suddenly enlightened was so refreshing. Fortunately, Sir An was also immersed in it, so he didn't notice the rapid change of my emotions.

"Show me the real effect of this drug - APTX-4869. That is to say, you think Edogawa Conan is a shrunken adult. Why... do you think so?" He seemed a little lacking in confidence when he asked me. Perhaps he realized after he said it that such a smart person should not be only single-digit age.

Even though Sir An believes that he has always been a very outstanding person among his peers since he was a child, he dare not say that he could reach Conan's level when he was eight or nine years old.

"You've actually realized it yourself, right, Zero. His intelligence, ability, action, observation, willpower - these cannot be summed up by the word "genius." " I paused. After all, I couldn't just say the name "Kudo Shinichi". I had to find a way to let Ansir think of it himself. "Genius can gain knowledge in a very short time, but it takes time to accumulate wisdom and experience, and behavior should also be limited by physical development. Edogawa Conan - he can't be just a child."

Having said this, he nodded slightly, indicating that he agreed with what I said.

My heart sank back into my stomach, but suddenly, I felt a sense of dissonance as I recalled what An Sir had just said.

"Wait, you just said 'the real effect of APTX-4869', you mean-"

"Yeah, it's just what you thought. I know this kind of drug. I heard Gin mention it before. He said it's a poison developed by the organization that can make it impossible to find out the cause of death after a person dies." Yes, as an intelligence officer, if he doesn't know the information that even Vodka knows, then Sir An can basically retire on the spot.

I understood. "Putting the two pieces of information together, it means that APTX-4869 has the function of shrinking the human body in research, but the organization is now using its side effects as a tool for killing people."

Actually, it's quite nonsense. You said it's such an important thing. I wonder what the project goal was when it was established, and how come the final semi-finished product was used in practice, and there is even a long list.

Tell me, is the winery stupid?

Moreover, the existence of other data on the function of APTX-4869 shows that this body shrinking function is not completely unknown in the organization, so how come...

"Well, are you going to investigate this yourself, or should I?" I asked.

Sir An considered it for a while, and finally entrusted this matter to me temporarily.

"I have Curacao watching here now. If we can go and investigate, it will draw the organization's attention to this drug and Ke..." When he said this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then he fell silent. I could almost hear the sound of his thoughts colliding at a rapid speed.

I didn't bother him, but felt that it was about time, so I removed the USB drive and the chip, and began to clear all traces in the computer, format it, and restore it to factory settings.

When I stopped what he was doing, Sir An sorted out his thoughts and spoke slowly.

"I never understood why Vermode was so concerned about Conan's safety, even to the point where he was threatened by me. Now it seems that - maybe they had some kind of connection before Conan's body shrunk."

All right!

As expected of Sir An, he contacted Sister Bei, his biological mother, so quickly.

There are more and more clues. I won't be surprised if Sir An guesses the answer directly next.

"Given the current level of secrecy surrounding APTX-4869, not even Gin has come into contact with it. Based on my current investigation of Edogawa Conan, although he has a wide range of knowledge and abilities, drug and biological research are not within his scope of involvement. In other words, he cannot be a researcher related to this drug."

Uh-huh, yes.

I nodded in affirmation and continued his words, "If she is not a researcher, then she is a research product."

"To be more precise, the experimental subject is a test subject, and a test subject of an organization that even Belmode cannot protect!" Sir An's eyes were bright, and his whole state was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath. "To have such a deep connection with Belmode and to be protected by Belmode - he must have had a special status in the organization in the past."

……?

Position in the organization?

Wait a minute—Sir An, what on earth are you thinking of?

Because the protagonist's position was directly questioned, my doubts suddenly overflowed.

Sir An also noticed it immediately when it overflowed.

"Jingguang, you probably don't remember Vermouth, so you're probably confused." Seeing my confusion, he relaxed, his eyes softened, and his whole body softened. "Vermouth is a direct descendant of "that gentleman" in the organization. According to my investigation, he is even related to me and has a deeper connection, so he has always been in a superior position. The organization has a lot of "materials" in the experimental field. Those who have been discovered... undercovers, forced volunteers, and lives that have been bought - the organization has never lacked these."

He paused when he mentioned undercover, and his eyes moved away from me awkwardly.

Sure enough, he still cares.

"If it was just an ordinary test subject, with Vermouth's status and means, it would not be difficult to directly ask for someone or replace him privately, but the result now is what we see is Edogawa Conan. There are only two possibilities. Either it was an accident, and Vermouth didn't know about it in time. But from what I see of Conan, he is not the kind of person who will sit and wait for death, so this possibility is infinitely close to zero."

Well, the analysis is very good, but it seems that I copied the numbers of the questions incorrectly at the beginning. Even if all the subsequent steps are correct, I still cannot draw the correct conclusion.

"Then it's the second possibility. Even Bermode herself is powerless. As for the people who can suppress her, if we don't consider the organizations that we just know about and the organizations with animal code names, and only consider the internal organization of my organization, there are currently only two people who have this ability and status - the so-called "that gentleman" and Rum." Sir An spoke more and more smoothly, and his thoughts were really like a waterfall. "The former has a deep relationship with Bermode. From my observation, she has no dissatisfaction with "that gentleman". On the contrary, when it comes to Rum, she doesn't express it, but her micro-expressions and some small movements are telling of her irritation."

"From this, we can infer that the person who is in charge of this matter is most likely rum. The Ramsay in the chat room just now - Ramsay itself is also a kind of rum - this chess game... Rum is really playing a big role."

Emmmm, how should I put it? I seem to have closely observed how those mystery tellers and brain-filling monsters in the past overturned my scripts and character settings step by step.

As expected, they have completely escaped my cognition as living beings.

At the same time, I became more determined to grasp every word and every detail!

I must not give certain people the opportunity to outwit me!

It's so scary.

I feel like I have to believe what Sir An thinks.

What does logical consistency mean?

It's just as deadly as self-attack.

"It seems that Curacao has to stay. Her role is far greater than we thought." Sir An laughed when he said this. It was not the kind of Poirot waiter smile, but a smile similar to Bourbon's face. He looked full of sharp confidence. "Jingguang, you just said that Curacao is not loyal to Rum and intends to leave - how sure are you?"

Oh, are you planning a rebellion?

I think it's terrible, Gin.

There was not a drop of wine in the thin water.

"Ninety percent." I said modestly, leaving myself a margin of ten percent.

Even Sir An was a little surprised when he heard what I said. Maybe in his opinion, as long as it exceeds half, it is worth a try.

But when he saw my resolute look, his brows trembled.

"As expected... no matter what time it is, you are always so confident."

He picked up the things I had just printed out and placed them upside down on the table. "This time... maybe we can go a step further."