[Detective Conan] The Real Culprit Doesn't Think This Will Work

I'm Macallan, a core member of the liquor company.

So, I think there might be something wrong with my brain.

I realized it when our liquor company was ringing in the new year and welcoming a new batch of employees.

Since I got in through connections, I talked to Big Brother Gin that day and asked him to assign two people to me.

Bourbon, Scotch, Macallan. Well, what a coincidence! We're all whiskies!

Not long after, Big Brother Gin recommended a new recruit with the codename Rye to come work with me.

Huh, do birds of a feather flock together, and are people sorted by liquor, too? But we were all whiskies, so I happily took Rye on as well.

[Ding! Your System has arrived. Unsealing memory fragments for you...]

Me: ?

Me: What is this? Did my brain catch a virus?

Then some memories that didn't exist appeared in my head.

Me: ...

Me: …

Me: …

Were all my whiskies fake liquor?

Huh???

Bourbon and I stared at each other, our pupils trembling in shock.

So I'm the only real liquor, right?

Theme: Doing my part to build up the liquor company.