At this time, there is usually a member of the Whiskey Group standing behind him.

Most of the time it's the black-haired, cat-eyed Scots and the dark-skinned Bourbon, and rarely Rye.

After that incident, Kudo no longer had any interest in maintaining even the superficial peace and adopted a cold war attitude towards Rai.

And as the only sniper in the organization with a range of more than 700 yards, Lei is very busy.

The two people he was familiar with, Scotch and Bourbon, were the only ones he called "friends". The two bottles of fake wine from the Japanese public security were also surprisingly generous and trusted him.

They don't talk about organizational secrets, there is no testing or guarding, they just chat about the day's work like friends, talk about which restaurants are good, and then make a normal appointment to go together next time.

All in all, Kudo was inevitably moved by the emotions in Bourbon's purple-gray eyes, even though they were not from the same world.

It's not the same world.

This sentence is the reason Kudo uses to constantly hypnotize himself to distinguish between the past and the present, and between himself and Conan.

He thought he could just sit back and watch the fire from the other side of the river like an indifferent spectator, and see how the same person in a different place would behave, just like watching a movie.

The boy used his brilliant mind to calculate everything, the environment, the camp, the organization, and human nature.

He participated in the performance in a distant manner and watched other people's joys and sorrows with a cold eye.

But he ignored the remaining humanity in himself. Humans are emotional animals.

He is a human being, with feelings and weaknesses.

I will feel jealous, lonely and afraid.

These also meant that he could not really be an idle bystander.

"Ayi, let's go. Let's go to the hot springs during today's camping trip." The case was over, and the two perpetrators were taken away. However, Yamamoto Azusa was protected by his mother, and now he was hugging his chest and staring coldly at the corpse on the ground.

Amuro Toru also finished his reasoning, walked over and patted Kudo on the shoulder, and said with a slightly regretful tone, "I think Hajime has never been camping before."

Kudo was pulled out of his chaotic thoughts by him, and quickly gathered his unnecessary emotions. He nodded to confirm what Amuro Toru said.

"Oh, that's a pity." Amuro Toru frowned in distress and tentatively suggested, "But Professor Agasa and his friends seem to go out to play quite often. Maybe Hajime can go with them?"

Kudo shook his head and refused, "No, I'm not interested."

The dark-skinned man stopped talking at the right time and stopped asking questions like why he was not interested.

If you ask any more, you'll be asking too much.

Amuro Toru was thinking.

The information he got from Conan was that this boy was extremely dangerous and was a product of the organization's hidden laboratory, with unfathomable strength and personality.

But in fact, from the time he had contact with him, Toru Amuro was more inclined to think that this was just an ordinary boy with some psychological problems.

Of course, this doesn't mean that there is nothing wrong with the boy, but he feels that the boy is not a dangerous person.

To be more precise, he believes that the boy himself has no distinction between "good" and "evil". He is more like a tool. It is not the "tool" itself that is good or evil, but the "person" who uses the tool.

It's strange that Toru Amuro has never met anyone who made him feel like a "tool". :,,.