Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

The wheels rolled over the muddy dirt road, splashing muddy water and making a series of small and low sounds, like the earth groaning in pain. The vehicle was like a tired beast, moving slowly in this desolate place, and finally stopped in front of a secluded hut.

The car door opened gently, and Lin Yucheng got out gracefully, his slender legs stepping steadily on the slippery ground. However, just as he stepped out of the car door, a cold and hard object suddenly pressed against the back of his head, and a chill instantly spread along his spine.

But there was no panic on Lin Yucheng's face. Instead, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his tone was still as gentle as water: "How long have you been waiting?"

His words were like a stone thrown into a deep pool, but they did not arouse any response from the people behind him.

On the contrary, the man just silently pressed the gun in his hand tighter, as if he wanted to increase the threat to Lin Yucheng.

Lin Yucheng was not nervous. He chuckled, and the laughter seemed particularly abrupt in the silent environment. He tied the belt of his windbreaker slowly and smoothly, as if what was pressed against his head was not a gun that could take his life, but an insignificant decoration.

"What do you want to say? Let's go in and talk. I promise I will answer any questions you ask truthfully."

Lin Yucheng pressed the gun forward and walked leisurely towards the gate. He pressed the door handle down. As expected, the gate was not locked. To be more precise, it had been pried open by someone, and the person who pried it open had no awareness that he would be discovered by the owner for breaking into a famous house.

Lin Yucheng walked to the living room, turned on the lights in the house, and then walked to the kitchen. After washing the kettle and filling it with water, he pressed the switch. Then he walked to the refrigerator and asked, "Coffee or black tea?"

No one answered him, so he put them both back and went back to the kettle to wait for the water to boil.

The bubbling sound in the kettle became louder and more urgent.

With a "click", the power was automatically cut off. Lin Yucheng poured boiling water into a glass, took it and went to the living room.

He put the cup of water on the coffee table: "Are you going to talk to me while standing? Well, whether I am standing, sitting or lying down, I will answer your questions."

“Really?” The person behind him finally opened his mouth, “Aren’t you answering irrelevant questions and telling lies? And you’re answering while lying down? Indeed, only the dead don’t lie, and only the dead don’t betray.”

Not always.

Lin Yucheng complained in his heart, believe it or not, I will give you a big one before I die.

"That depends on who you are talking to." Lin Yucheng explained, "I won't lie to people close to me."

Gin sneered: "Don't talk nonsense, where is the information I want?"

"It's in my phone." Lin Yucheng bent down and picked up a glass of water. "I haven't collected them all yet. I plan to give them to you later. What's wrong? Is the mission urgent?"

"Forget it." Gin snorted, "For some mice, it is indeed very anxious."

"No wonder the dragon is so hard to find, it turns out there's a rat infestation again?" Lin Yucheng's eyes darkened, "Did you find out who it is?"

"Well, of course, although it was a bit tortuous, but I still caught him." The gun in Gin's hand loosened a little, but Lin Yucheng knew very well that this did not mean that his murderous intent disappeared.

Just like a cat catching a mouse, Gin is keen to be the cat, and cats are best at playing with their prey.

Give hope, and then break it with your own hands.

The tactics Gin usually uses are also the tactics Hollands usually uses.

Even Hollands had once used this cruel and desperate method on Gin himself.

"Congratulations. Looks like I have something to do now." Lin Yucheng bent down again and put the water cup back on the table. "Speaking of which, Gin, I seem to be your subordinate. Why don't you just order me around? You can just send an email to order me. You don't have to come to my humble abode in person, Master Gin."

The pressure on my head disappeared, but the remaining pain did not.

Lin Yucheng turned around slowly: "Ah Zhen, just ask whatever you want to ask. I will tell you everything. I will tell you the truth."

There was still a hint of anger on Gin's face, and the veins on his hand holding the Beretta were bulging. He pursed his lips tightly and refused to say a word.

Lin Yucheng sighed, walked past Gin, and went back to the kitchen.

I don't know what he was doing, but he came out with a bowl of black stuff mixed with some white stuff.

"I'm not a good cook. This is the only edible thing here." Lin Yucheng brought the bowl of stuff to Gin. The black thing gave off a sweet aroma.

Gin snorted coldly and sat on the sofa, turning his head away and not looking: "Who wants to eat this kind of thing." He reached for the water glass on the coffee table.

"Be careful." Seeing that the situation was not good, Lin Yucheng immediately raised his hand to stop it. The cup of water overturned, and the boiling water that had not yet cooled down instantly burned the back of his hand red.

"How come you are even dumber than Vodka?" Gin immediately stood up, pulled Lin Yucheng's hand in front of him and looked at him carefully, then frowned and dragged him to the kitchen.

"Don't compare me to vodka... hey hey hey..."

The icy cold water continuously washed over the two people's tightly clasped fingers.

Each drop of water seemed to carry a hint of coolness, gently tapping on their skin, as if to take away the heat and uneasiness hidden deep in their hearts.

The gurgling sound of the flowing water gradually covered up the surrounding noise, making the whole world quiet and peaceful. The originally restless mood was soothed by the cool water and gradually calmed down, just like the lake surface brushed by the breeze, returning to its former tranquility.

Gin turned on the faucet, dragged Lin Yucheng back to the living room roughly, and forced him to sit on the sofa. He lifted his windbreaker and sat beside him. He stretched out two fingers to pinch the edge of the bowl and lifted it up. He looked at it with disgust for a long time, then scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth with gritted teeth, as if he was eating poison. No, even if he was eating poison, he would remain expressionless.

"Is it delicious?" Lin Yucheng seemed to be asking for credit, and after seeing him swallow it with difficulty, he spoke in a light tone.

Gin ignored him, gave up using the spoon, and drank the thick sesame paste directly, leaving only white dough.

"It tastes okay, but don't make it next time." He put down the bowl, stood up, straightened his black hat and looked at Lin Yucheng, "Be careful of your men. I hope the incident with the rat will teach you a lesson."

Lin Yucheng smiled and accepted his concern.

No question was asked about where Cointreau had been, no question was asked about who the man in the bar was, no question was asked about Cointreau's position.

He packed up his Beretta and left, issuing only a few brief warnings.

Lin Yucheng looked at the dark night outside. He could not detect any trace of Gin, just like a lone wolf hiding in the deep forest, never to be detected again.

He sighed deeply.

Gin, Azhen,

Why do you have to be the villain?

Why do I have to follow the plot?

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As time goes by, Lin Yucheng still has feelings for the person who raised him since childhood, but...