Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

When doing good deeds, one doesn't feel tired.

Shoichi and Ai secretly found relatives for Gin.

Surprisingly, they actually found one that seemed to be a suspect.

He is a senior high school student.

His fingers flew across the virtual keyboard, retrieving all the publicly available files of the senior high school boy.

"Rin Kurosawa, 17 years old, a third-year high school student, with excellent grades, lives alone..."

Masaichi squinted and compared the enlarged ID photo on the tablet with Gin's face.

"Ai, look at the curve of her jawline and the color of her eyes. Doesn't she look a lot like Gin?"

Although this kid seems like a sunny and cheerful good student, I have a feeling he's not a good person.

Ai leaned closer to take a look and nodded: "It really does look alike."

And surprisingly, his surname is Kurosawa.

Isn't that the same surname as Gin?

Zheng Yi looked like he was about to do something bad.

"Why don't we just call Gin and ask him if he has a nephew?" Masaichi asked.

Xiao Ai remained silent.

You decide, I don't care.

But after thinking about it, Zheng Yi gave up the idea.

Even if it were true, Gin wouldn't admit it.

……

The atmosphere within the organization has recently become somewhat delicate, with a strange rumor spreading rapidly among the lower-level members.

The fearsome Gin actually has a nephew who is in high school!
Moreover, that nephew was a model student, always ready to help others, and aspired to be a policeman to catch all criminals.

The Porsche 356A drove smoothly on the road, the atmosphere inside the car was suffocating.

Vodka gripped the steering wheel, secretly observing his older brother's face through the rearview mirror.

He finally couldn't hold back any longer and cautiously broke the silence: "Brother... there's been a lot of talk about you having a nephew who's still in high school. It seems like his identity has been exposed a bit. Should I take some men to protect him?"

Gin, sitting in the passenger seat, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes showing no emotion.

He didn't even bother to turn his head, just flicked his cigarette ash expressionlessly: "Vodka, have you been slamming your head in a door lately?"

He grew up in the organization and was a complete orphan. Where did he get a nephew?
Vodka has been with him since he was a child, so he should know this very well.

Vodka stammered, "Yes, yes, I also think it's outrageous. But everyone's been talking about it these past few days, and they're making it sound so convincing."

Although he had been with Gin for a long time, he never dared to inquire about Gin's family situation.

Not everyone in the organization is an orphan.

For example, Sherry and Akemi Miyano both originally had parents.

Gin snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Aside from that boring guy Zheng Yi, who else has such free time and such a morbidly bad taste?

What's the point of having a nephew?

What impact will it have on him?

"Ignore the gossip of those idiots." Gin stubbed out his cigarette in the car ashtray.

"This is a demonic wind released by Zheng Yi. He can only do such trivial and lowly things."

Gin and his companion drove to one of the organization's strongholds.

The atmosphere inside the stronghold was chaotic enough, with whispers everywhere and Chianti's irritable voice almost lifting the roof off.

"Damn bastard! Which scum is spreading rumors?" Chianti's voice suddenly lowered as she cursed.

Cohen watched her silently.

It seems that Chianti has not been driven to madness by anger. When she was cursing Zheng Yi, she still knew to keep her voice down so that others could not hear.

Gin happened to come over and saw Chianti slam the photo in her hand onto the table, point at a kind-looking white-haired old lady in the photo, and start cursing at Gin in front of him.

"You say this is my long-lost mother?! Ha! That's utterly ridiculous!"

I'm living a carefree life on my own, doing quite well within the organization. Now some guy suddenly appears wanting to control me?
Are you kidding me?
Gin sat in the shadows, toying with a Beretta in his hand, his face expressionless.

It seems that he wasn't the only one who suffered this time; the other members were not spared either.

Cohen, who had been silent all along, quietly picked up the photo that Chianti had thrown on the table, examined it carefully for a while, and then turned to look at Chianti, who was in a state of rage.

After a moment, Cohen spoke woodenly: "Actually... if you look closely, they are quite similar. The curves of your brow bones and the corners of your mouths are indeed quite similar."

"Cohen! Are you going crazy too?!" Chianti instantly exploded: "Do you also want to taste the bullet?!"

Cohen shook his head and said nothing more.

You don't dare to scold Zheng Yi, so you take it out on me, right?
Fortunately, Cohen was one of the few honest people in the organization and wouldn't hold a grudge against Chianti.

Gin glanced coldly at Cohen, interrupting the farce: "Enough, it's just a tactic he uses to annoy us."

Cohen shrugged, tossed the photo back onto the table, and said nothing more.

Actually, there are more than just this photo.

There is also a photograph, which was published in a newspaper many years ago.

The old woman in that old photograph looks more like Chianti, and the purpose of the advertisement was to find her lost daughter.

However, Chianti had already torn that thing apart.

……

Zheng Yi was happily spreading rumors at home when a phone call suddenly came in.

Before he could even exchange pleasantries, Rum's voice, processed by a voice changer, came crashing down on him.

"Zhengyi, what have you been doing lately?!"

Rum sounded very angry.

Zheng Yi raised an eyebrow and replied casually, "What you're saying, Lord Rum? I was just using the system to help everyone get to know each other and improve team cohesion."

Look, Gin has a nephew, and Chianti has a mother! Everyone's so happy!

"Stop playing dumb with me!" Rum's voice suddenly lowered: "I asked you to use the cross-age recognition system to find clues about 'that person,' not to find relatives for these assassins! Do you think this is a charity family reunion show?"

"Hey, hey, hey? That's a great idea!" Zheng Yi exclaimed in surprise.

No wonder he's managed to rise to the top of the organization; he's got a sharp mind.

If this were made into a program about finding missing relatives, it would surely garner plenty of tears and high ratings.

Zheng Yi immediately said to Xiao Ai next to him, "Xiao Ai, write down the ideas, and later have the entertainment company produce a variety show like this."

"Okay." Ai nodded obediently.

Creating a program like this to help people find their families is truly a good deed.

Since it's a good deed, let's not dampen Zhengyi's enthusiasm.

Rum, on the other end of the phone, was so angry at Zheng Yi that he laughed. He had come to criticize Zheng Yi, not to offer him advice.

That bastard Zheng Yi actually adopted his suggestion and is preparing to create a variety show based on this idea.

"Rum, when the show airs, I'll give you a special thank you on the show."

“No need!” Rum said.

No wonder Gin always lost his temper with him; he'd learned his lesson the hard way.

Rum took a deep breath.

Which of these core members of the organization wasn't forcibly brought here from childhood and raised in bloodshed and darkness?

Gin, Chianti, Cohen... they have long been brainwashed into perfect killing machines, with no past and no weaknesses.

If Zheng Yi were to act so recklessly and actually find the relatives of these people, it could very well cause them to lose control.

"Zhengyi, you'd better stop right now." Rum's tone carried an undisguised warning.

“These people are the sharpest knives in our hands; let’s not keep playing this pointless game with them.”

"Oh, don't be so nervous." Zheng Yi chuckled. "This system only finds people who look similar; it doesn't determine whether they are related by blood."

“We can’t determine if they’re related by blood, but that’s enough to sway their minds,” Rum said.

"Okay, okay." Zheng Yi didn't bother to say anything more to Rum and hung up the phone directly.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Rum slammed the communicator onto the table with a grim face.

I will not contact Zhengyi anymore.

If there's anything going on in the organization, let Gin and Shoichi discuss it. Anyway, the two of them have a 'good' relationship, and he doesn't want to put up with Shoichi's temper.

Zheng Yi casually tossed his phone onto the table, turned to Ai, and said, "Case solved, Ai. Rum's outburst just now wasn't about undermining morale; it was purely out of jealousy."

Ai tilted her head slightly and asked in confusion, "Jealousy?"

“That’s right.” Zheng Yi analyzed with an air of seriousness: “Look, Gin has a nephew, Chianti has a biological mother, and the others have all been arranged.”

The entire organization's top brass enjoyed family time under my care, except for Rum, who, as the organization's second-in-command, came away empty-handed.

Ai couldn't help but chuckle softly, nodding approvingly: "Yes, Masakazu, your judgment is very reasonable."

"Do you think Rum still has any relatives?" Zheng Yi asked.

Xiao Ai shook her head.

how could I know?

When I was in the organization, I was just a marginal person under surveillance, how would I know about such things?

Ai asked in a low voice, "Do you think Vermouth has any relatives? Is she so special in the organization because she's the boss's daughter?"

“I don’t know either.” Zheng Yi shook his head and said, “I asked Vermouth, but she was very rude and said she was your mother.”

"what?"

My mom?

How could Vermouth be so rude?

Wait, Ai glared at Masakazu. Was she talking about Masakazu's mother?
Ai whispered, "What Vermouth said isn't impossible, is it? You lost your mother when you were little, or..."

"Ow~"

Masayuki poked Ai's head and said, "Don't you have any manners?"

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry~"

……

Zheng Yi has been particularly proactive lately.

Ignoring Rum's talk about finding the boss, he personally planned a "large-scale public welfare program" called "The Road to Finding Relatives".

Furthermore, he solemnly sent gold-embossed guest invitations to the core members of the organization.

As a colleague, Zhengyi was genuinely willing to help them find their relatives.

Inside the Porsche, Gin, expressionless, held the gaudy invitation in his hand, showing no interest whatsoever in opening it. He casually rolled down the window, letting the card that read "Special Guest for Family Search" be blown away by the wind.

Vodka, who was driving, glanced in the rearview mirror and muttered speechlessly, "Brother, Zheng Yi is getting more and more outrageous. He actually made a variety show and invited us to participate."

While complaining, Vodka pulled out the invitation he had received from his pocket, ready to throw it away with his older brother.

He originally thought that spreading rumors was the end of it, but he didn't expect there to be more to come.

After throwing away the invitation, Vodka suddenly noticed that Chianti, sitting on the other side of the back seat, had a very strange expression on her face.

Her hands were clenched tightly together, the invitation crumpled into a ball, and her eyes darted around, as if she were lost in thought.
Vodka's heart skipped a beat, and he cautiously probed, "Hey, Chianti... you didn't actually agree to be a guest on that family-finding show, did you?"

"Huh? Have you lost your mind?" Chianti glared at Vodka fiercely and retorted rudely.

"How could I possibly go on such a boring and idiotic program! I'm an orphan, where would I get any relatives? And even if I did, I wouldn't acknowledge them."

"Then why are you holding onto that letter?" Vodka pointed at her hand, looking suspicious. "Big Brother threw it away without even looking at it."

“I threw it away a long time ago! This is just some scrap paper I picked up from the roadside!” Chianti said.

"You picked up scrap paper? Then why were you hiding it behind your back?" Although Vodka wasn't usually very bright, he sensed something was wrong at this moment.

While waiting for the red light, he turned around and curiously reached out his hand.

"Let me see, is it really just waste paper?"

"Get out of my way! You doubt me?" Chianti said angrily. "Vodka, if you dare to lay a hand on me, believe me, I'll shoot you dead!"

"enough!"

Gin's angry shout silenced Vodka and Chianti.

He looked at Chianti coldly and said, "Do you really believe Zheng Yi's nonsense?"

“Of course not.” Chianti shook her head.

She was just a little curious.

There's no way she'd go on that nonsensical show.

She's an assassin; if she were exposed to the public, Gin would probably kill her.

Gin said coldly, "The system that Zheng Yi is using is full of loopholes and cannot be trusted. It's a joke that he found your relatives."

Just think about how many Shirleys this cross-age recognition system actually found.

There are tens of thousands of Sulli's around the world, and anyone who looks like her is tagged.

This system is not smart enough.

Using this system to find relatives is simply impossible.

Let alone finding them based on their appearance, even someone like Zheng Yi, who clearly knows his background and family, could find countless people around the world who look similar.

Chianti said hesitantly, "Isn't it enough to just do a paternity test?"

"Heh." Gin sneered, "Do as you please."

It's hard to say whether you're Japanese or not.

Can they actually identify anything? (End of Chapter)