Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

In the evening, Gin didn't come to see him, but Pisco sent him an email to invite them to meet.

The location was a barbecue restaurant. When Lin Yucheng entered, the charcoal fire was burning brightly, and the strong flames licked the black grill pan, making crackling sounds. The box was warm, as if it was wrapped in a warm blanket.

The heat rose up and spread in the air, forming a hazy mist that blurred his eyes. In a trance, he seemed to have really returned to the Hollands period, when they often met at the barbecue restaurant.

Lin Yucheng walked in and saw Pisco sitting at the dining table in a black suit: "Mr. Masuyama, I'm here."

Seeing him come in, Pisco, or Masuyama Kenzo, who was sitting at the table, stood up slowly after hearing the question. With a kind and gentle smile on his face, he looked at the young man in front of him gently and said, "It's me, kid. I wanted to say it the last time I saw you. You look so much like your father! Come on, sit down."

Lin Yucheng nodded obediently and smiled sweetly. That smile was as innocent as a boy next door, making people feel very friendly. He walked to the seat and sat down gently, responding: "Senior Pisco, I am Cointreau."

Then, his bright eyes blinked curiously, and he looked at the old man opposite him expectantly, and asked, "Senior Pisco, I heard you mention my father just now. Do you know him? Also, is my father also a member of the organization?"

Upon hearing this, the smile on Pisco's face froze for a moment, and his voice became a little stiff: "Well... he is your adoptive father and has always loved you. It's just that so much time has passed, maybe you don't even remember it." As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly think of something taboo, and quickly stopped talking about the topic of father and son.

He quickly pushed the menu on the table towards Lin Yucheng and cleverly changed the subject: "Child, stop talking. I just ordered a few dishes at random, but I don't know if they suit your taste. Come and take a look. Just pick what you like. Don't be polite to me!"

Lied, Hollands never showed up with Cointreau.

Lin Yucheng smiled shyly, took it and looked at it. It was all things that Hollans liked. He didn't know if it was Pisco's test. He added two plates of mushrooms as usual: "I've chosen."

"Is this enough? You are still growing, you should eat more." Pisco took it back and looked at it. Perhaps thinking of the child he had raised, he couldn't help but sigh and called the waiter, "Just order this and two more servings of beef."

The waiter went down respectfully.

Taking advantage of the break before the dishes were served, Pisco and Lin Yucheng chatted about work.

"I've heard about the funding." Pisco clasped his hands on the table. "There are some things I can't say more about, but the only thing that is clear is that the funding for the action team has indeed increased significantly. As for the subsequent distribution, it is not my responsibility."

"But we didn't get it, and we can't even see the account book." Lin Yucheng was like a child who had been wronged. "The mission failure rate is too high. The boss will punish me."

Pisco sighed, "The money is given, it can't just disappear into thin air. Why don't you think about where it went?"

Lin Yucheng had a thoughtful expression.

Pisco did not say anything else. He had done his best to remind the child of his former friend, who was also the child of a suspected member of the organization. There was nothing more he could do.

They are all children, but they grew up in the organization.

Pisco couldn't help but sigh. Perhaps it was because he was getting older that he gradually developed a more compassionate heart and could no longer tolerate some things in the organization.

But he had no choice but to turn a blind eye. He had no ability to change, so he could only turn a deaf ear and become an old man in the organization who took advantage of his seniority.

The ingredients were quickly placed on the table. Lin Yucheng was still in deep thought, and Pisco picked up the meat slices and put them on the wire mesh. The oil turned into smoke under the high temperature. The smoke filled the air, and Pisco's eyes were dry from the smoke. He skillfully roasted the meat slices, picked them up and put them in Lin Yucheng's bowl.

Poor kid, so skinny, must not have eaten well. I don't know how he survived in such a hellish place like the training camp.

"Thank you, just eat it yourself." Lin Yucheng put the piece of meat into his mouth, chewed it again and again, but couldn't swallow it.

Pisco grilled the meat in silence, and Lin Yucheng drank the free lemonade in silence.

The meat in the bowl piled up into a small mountain, but he didn't touch it at all.

"Don't be like your father." Pisco put down the clamp. "That's my advice."

He stood up and straightened his messy clothes: "Next time, don't let Gin come to me, and don't come to me either."

"Cointreau, Cointreau, every one of them is like this, every one of them looks like this..."

Pisco left.

Lin Yucheng watched him leave. His back had become gradually hunched and his hair was full of white. He had become a real old man.

He recognized the look in Pisco's eyes just now, which was one of love and care.

Perhaps he saw the shadow of Hollands in himself and sighed, or perhaps he felt pity for his son Ireland because of what happened to him, but what was the use?

His concern is limited to these few people. What about those abducted children, those killed children, does Pisco really care?

It is true that Pisco cares about the children under his command, but it is also true that he has committed evil deeds such as murder and arson. Does he care about those people's lives?

He won't care. He can only be considered a hypocritical elder, but not a kind elder.

This is how people in the organization are.

Lin Yucheng smiled self-deprecatingly.