Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"A traitor did it."

Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows when he heard Gin's answer.

"Can a traitor give you correct information?"

Hearing this, Gin snorted coldly.

Knowing that he could listen to the story again, Yun Xianhe waited patiently and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The fifth bullet hole appeared in the arm not far from the shoulder blade.

Yun Xianhe took out the magazine that Gin had just given him from his pocket, grabbed part of the gun with his bloody left hand, and forced the bullet into the chamber.

The sound of bone fractures accompanied by the mechanical "click" made people feel inexplicably sad.

The enemies couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines as they looked at Yun Xianhe, who had not shown any reaction to pain from the beginning until now.

As for Conan and the others who were tied up, they were powerless.

Yun Xianhe hasn't even looked at them once until now. He doesn't show any concern at all and is very cold.

Why, why not look at them?

Was he afraid that he would lose control of his anger, or was he afraid that he would shoot them?

Or maybe you're unwilling to face it?

The few people who were awake couldn't figure it out.

There was nothing they could do but watch as the other party put the gun that had just been reloaded with bullets back onto the scarred left arm.

"You don't feel pain?"

"Yes, I have."

Gin looked at the person who said this calmly and didn't quite believe it.

After all, it seems that the other party's facial expression has not changed at all except that his face is a little paler than at the beginning.

The brave man smiled and said, as if he knew what he was thinking:

“I’m just used to it.”

What a good word 'habit'.

Gin looked at Yun Xianhe deeply, and felt more and more that this man should join their brewery.

It's simply the perfect killer, the perfect mission accomplisher.

"You haven't finished your story yet."

Hearing this, Gin snorted and threw the cigarette with a little bit of cigarette left on his fingertips to the ground.

The tiny sparks fell into the blood-colored puddle and made a crackling sound, as if they were burning something.

Gin lit up another cigarette and tilted his head:

"Where did we talk just now?"

boom!

The man who shot himself in the arm again spoke up:

"You said the man who brought you the information turned into a traitor. Why?"

"Humph, people value what they lack more and are more likely to be obsessed with it. What an idiot."

Gin cursed at this point.

I don’t know whether it is talking about the person who shows grace or the person who is redeemed.

boom!

The brave man picked an angle and shot himself in the arm again, then he let out a long "Ah——" and suddenly asked curiously:

"Could it be that all the codename members of your organization, except for you, Vodka, and Absinthe, are dead?"

"Kid, you know a lot. Did those men in black tell you?"

"You also said that we are in a cooperative relationship, didn't you?"

boom!

The scattered blood splattered on his cheek.

Yun Xianhe raised the hand holding the gun and wiped his face in annoyance, and complained in a low voice:

“I just wore this dress today…”

Another piece of clothing wasted.

Is the only thing you're worried about clothes?

Gin looked at the man who seemed to be planning to shoot all 16 bullets into one arm, and said coldly:

"The little trick of going through the last bullet hole won't work."

"Oh, I'm not too bad to play."

As he said this, Yun Xianhe shot himself in the arm again.

There is some distance between each bullet hole.

The bloody arm looked like a doll that had been forcibly torn apart, and its original appearance was no longer recognizable.

The brave man who was looking for the next location shrugged helplessly:

"If you can help take us back later, I don't mind making a few more holes in my body. It's still troublesome to drive with one hand..."

"Uh huh!!!"

"Shh-"

The brave man, who did not look at the source of the sound, raised his hand to his lips and made a gesture to keep quiet.

The young man curled his pale lips and spoke in an exceptionally gentle tone:

"Wait a moment, we'll be home for dinner soon."

No, no!

That's not what he meant!

"There are seven shots left."

As he said this, Yun Xianhe fired three more shots at his arm, completely emptying the second magazine.

The sound of bullet shells clinking on the ground was strangely pleasant.

The hero, who felt a little cold due to blood loss, thought so.

Gin, who was standing by, watched coldly, then turned around and gave a wanton, vicious smile to Matsuda Jinpei who was struggling among the hostages:

"Look."

He won.

Four shots left.

Yun Xianhe used an almost awkward posture to let his almost immobile left arm help a little, successfully replaced the third magazine, loaded the gun, and fired, all in one smooth motion.

He looked at Gin, who seemed to be waiting for him to finish this act, and said with a faint smile:

"There are still three shots left. You don't think I can't beat you just because I lost an arm, do you? Huh?"

"Oh, don't worry. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Have a fight.

At least for now, under the surveillance of the BOSS, Gin will not directly attack Yun Xianhe.

The other party has something that the boss values ​​and wants very much.

These 16 shots were the interest he demanded for his trip to the romantic city.

Wait for later...

"Come to think of it, when did you do that to Amuro?"

"Ok?"

"It's just a fight."

"Early this morning."

Gin was in a rare good mood and was happy to cooperate with Yun Xianhe.

The man who got the answer nodded and mercilessly shot himself twice more in the arm.

There is one last shot left.

"The liquidation you carried out three days ago?"

"Ah."

"When did the undercover agent get the news?"

Gin found it a little strange that the other party asked so clearly.

But what can be done if the other party asks clearly about what has already happened?

The top 1 of the winery lit up another cigarette and looked at Yun Xianhe quietly through the smoke. After a while, he replied:

"In the early morning three days ago."

The brave man nodded with satisfaction after getting the answer and fired a final shot at his arm.

Blood dripped onto the ground, forming small puddles at the feet.

Yun Xianhe put the pistol with three bullets left in his pocket, then smiled at Gin:

"Can I go now? How about helping me load the guys into the car?"

Bargain and don't treat the other party as an outsider at all.

Hearing this, Gin sneered, threw away the half-burnt cigarette in his hand, and stepped aside:

“Take as much as you can.”

If he can't take it away, it's not his fault.

"Tsk, if I had known earlier I should have gotten a truck. It would have been so crowded to cram so many people into one truck."

The hero said this, and then looked at the people gathered there for the first time.

The bloody hand was raised and then retracted.

He rubbed his fingertips vigorously on the trouser line, making sure there was no blood before touching the cheek of the person in front of him.

The white fingertips gently wiped away the tears from the other's eyes. The half-bent hero looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang who was staring blankly with his eyes open and crying, and smiled helplessly:

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Guang, I'm here to take you home. What would you like for dinner?"