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Chapter 297 Curacao: Who does Yin Jiu look like?

When the list was presented, the peripheral members had already put together some samples that were easy to organize.

Gin also let go of Generick's hand, threw him aside, and picked up a pen and paper to check carefully.

Yin Jiu squatted next to Junerick and poked the test tube bottle in the other's hand.

"Beep—item 'Small sample embezzled' detected. The pitiful blood sample has shrunk by half and mixed with a lot of physiological saline. It is bland and tasteless."

"..." Yin Jiu silently withdrew his hand and touched a few other bottles.

"Take a sample. We can't finish the analysis of so many samples in a few days." Yin Jiu said, and quickly stroked the samples with his fingers. Then he avoided the normal samples and picked out a few bottles with problems and handed them to Junerick, "Record the pass rate."

Rum was standing by and watching Yin Jiu pick out the bottles of problematic reagents seemingly at random, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

How did Glenfiddich pick out those problematic samples?

Rum gestured to Curacao to take out another box, "If you want to smoke some, there are more here. Take a few more boxes."

Yin Jiu quickly picked out the problematic test tube.

Rum: “…”

Rum: "...Since it's a sampling, shouldn't you and Generick each order a box of Glenfiddich?"

He has to find a way to save himself!

"That won't work. When Junerick and I take samples, it's always me taking the samples and him testing them. If we rashly change this division of labor, this batch of samples will lack comparability with other samples." Yin Jiu righteously spoke nonsense.

Junerik's feet were tied, and he was kneeling on the ground. He was shivering from the cold and could not hear anything else.

Unable to detect the open and covert struggle between the two, he nodded his head numbly, his hands mechanically operating several droppers.

"It's tested, and the failure rate is 100%!"

With a brain that lacked the ability to think and hands and feet that were almost frozen, Junerick read out the results of the lottery in front of Rum without thinking.

Now even Gin turned his gaze to Yin Jiu, "Did you do anything?"

"I'm good at smoking." Yin Jiu flicked his bangs proudly.

Vermouth immediately showed an expression of knowing what was going on.

"All of them failed..." She recorded the information truthfully in her notebook, "It seems that you, Rum, have embezzled a lot. If Gin and I hadn't followed you, you wouldn't have wanted to default on your debts, would you?"

"Yes, fortunately Gin and Vermouth came with us." Yin Jiu's voice sounded very aggrieved. After agreeing with him, he quickly closed the box and put all the remaining reagents without problems to Vodka to prevent them from being taken away by Rum again.

"All the samples failed?!"

Now the gentleman couldn't sit still any longer.

The people coming over didn't actually disconnect the microphone, it's just that the gentleman on the video couldn't see their movements and expressions.

So when the Boss heard the proportion of substandard reagents picked out by Junerick, his voice was filled with surprise.

Rum was bolder than he thought!

This was exactly what Yin Jiu wanted. Seeing Rum's angry but speechless expression, he smiled provocatively, but his voice became more and more aggrieved, "Yes, this is all my hard work! I don't know how long it will take to make up for it. Sir, wuwuwu, I have such a miserable life!"

Who is suffering?

Rum looked at the expression on Yin Jiu's face which was completely inconsistent with his voice, and really wanted to record a video of the actual situation and send it to that gentleman.

Why is this alien sample so tea-like?

Even Curacao couldn't bear to watch and turned his eyes away. As a former experimental subject of the Anran Sanatorium, she had come into contact with all the guardians of Glenfiddich, but after thinking about all of them, she still couldn't figure out who Yin Jiu inherited her personality from.

It can't be that old earl, right?

Curacao shuddered.

Vodka watched Yin Jiu's "grievance" throughout the whole process with a complicated expression. At the same time, he looked at his elder brother and Vermouth, and a touch of admiration emerged in his heart.

This tea-flavored little snitch is so good at sowing discord. It takes some skill for his elder brother and Vermouth to remain in their high positions as guardians!

Yin Jiu was happily counting the goods, but the boss's expression became gloomy after listening to Zhunerik's report.

It's not that he doesn't trust Rum at all, but it is precisely because of this little bit of trust that the boss feels a little heavy.

The situation in the headset was already very clear. It was impossible for Glenfiddich to tamper with the investigation team's warehouse in front of so many people.

From this perspective, the only possibility is that Rum secretly betrayed the organization.

The Boss let out a long sigh and spread out on the table the report form on Rum's abnormal behavior that Yin Jiu had summarized two days ago.

The assistant immediately handed over a pen and writing paper with great tact.

"It's time to get Glenfiddich involved in that matter." Boss took the pen and quickly drew a few symbols on the letter paper. After folding it in half, he looked up and asked.

“How long has it been running?”

“It’s been more than three months.”

"It's indeed time." Boss nodded affirmatively again and stuffed the letter into the envelope.

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The end result of the warehouse inspection was that the supply of special drugs on Operation Rum's side was reduced until the losses were made up.

"The penalty is too light!" Junerick was not satisfied.

Yin Jiu figured out something. People always tend to indulge those they once loved. That gentleman might not be as completely free of suspicion towards Rum as he seemed.

The direct withholding of drug supplies from the investigation team is evidence, and that gentleman may have already achieved something.

Yin Jiu pinched his fingers under his chin, feeling that there must be something he had overlooked.

After thinking about it, he blinked and took out another bunch of keys from the safe.

"What is this?" Junerick didn't wait for Yin Jiu's response. When he looked up again, he saw a bunch of keys in Yin Jiu's hand.

"This is the key to the Twilight Villa." Yin Jiu placed the key on the table and invited, "Would you like to go with me? Maybe there is something we want there."

The boss acted as a riddler with unclear meaning, so Yin Jiu could only follow his train of thought. Although bringing Gin and Vermouth was very useful, they were too big a target and could be easily spotted by Rum.

The disappearance of the research group's samples is definitely of great significance, and the incident is likely to involve some of Yin Shuli's research content.

Yin Jiu already had such a premonition in his mind, and now this premonition is becoming stronger.

Although bringing Generick along is not as omnipotent as Gin and Vermouth, it is better in that the target is smaller. Secondly, Yin Jiu is also gambling that there is no key person on Rum's side who can lead the core of the research.

In this case, Rum definitely does not want to see the core researchers of the organization wiped out.

Yin Jiu was thinking about the ten thousand ways to use his colleague, while Zhunerik widened his eyes in surprise.

"Hasn't that house been sold? How come you have the key?"

"The secret cannot be revealed," Yin Jiu put his finger between his lips and smiled, "Are you going?"

"Go! Go! Go!"