Ming Ke: I'm exposing the truth in the winery, true and false

[System: Please call me God. Your body's functions will be restored to their best in three days. Please go to Beika Town to gain the trust of the protagonist (Conan).]

"I want a gin to make up for my lost youth."

Binga crossed his legs and shook his legs. No matter what this so-called schizophrenic system said, he just said one thing: he wanted a gin.

[System: Let’s plan how to gain the protagonist’s trust...]

Binga listened to the voice in his head chattering away as it began to tell the story of the famous detective, and his eyes snapped open as he caught a key point.

"You said Kudo Shinichi is the protagonist? The organization is the villain he wants to take out, and I'm the little Karami among the villains?"

When Binga heard such an outrageous statement, he did not wait for the system to reply and started to output bird (dirty) language (words) and flower (filthy) fragrance (language) for three hours.

"Reverse Tian Gang!"

"Our law-abiding organization is the villain, while the detectives who step on the red line of the law are the light of justice. Ugh, is the author educated or does he understand the law?"

"Legal illiterate! The author is absolutely legally illiterate!"

If I, Binga, let the detective win, I will take off my head and let Gin kick it like a ball.

At this time, he went to look for his cell phone and found it.

He didn't seem to have a cell phone. I don't know if it was blown away in the explosion or taken away by the police.

It would be fine if it was blown away, but if it was taken away by the police...

It’s not a big problem. Face recognition and password are required anyway, otherwise the program will automatically destroy all data.

The next day, a doctor from the organization came to take him for a physical examination. After the examination report came out, the doctor looked at him, then looked at the examination report, and then stopped talking.

This time Binga was silent, and the doctor's expression... made him feel like he had some incurable disease.

That's true. He was almost killed by the bomb, and was held in the water by that bastard Gin for who knows how long. There must be something wrong with his body.

That's not right. These are all external injuries, but he doesn't feel any discomfort now. He is so strong that it shouldn't be like this.

Is it a terminal illness?

Binga's brain worked frantically, and he began to retrieve his physical health status from childhood to adulthood from his memory. There was no problem.

Is that an infectious disease?

First of all, she has been undercover as a woman for five years and has kept herself absolutely clean without any bad habits.

Secondly, what you wear and use have never passed through other people’s hands, so it is impossible to pass on any problems from others.

Finally, maybe, perhaps, there is something else going on?

Did you find out that he had mental problems?

"What's wrong with me? Do I have a terminal illness?" Binga really couldn't stand this kind of atmosphere. He couldn't think about it anymore. If he continued thinking about it, he would probably get so angry that he would die.

"Ah? No, your body..." The doctor looked at Binga and couldn't believe that this was the state of his body after being blown up by a bomb, arrested by the police, and finally rinsed in water. "Too healthy, just like a textbook."

"Oh, that's right, I pay attention to maintenance." Binga not only breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, but became even more nervous.

Human health is a range, but it is definitely not as healthy as in a textbook. That is data, not the performance of a living person.

When the doctor heard about maintenance, he immediately became interested. Maybe it was an accident. "How did you maintain it?"

"Exercise every day, eat nutritious food, strictly follow the gram count for every meal, get ten hours of sleep, don't stay up late, don't smoke, don't drink, don't have any bad habits..."

Binga started talking nonsense seriously. He wanted to avoid arousing this person's suspicion and report his situation to the higher-ups, otherwise he would probably be sent to the laboratory.

"besides..."

"Thanks for your answer, I may not be able to be healthy!" The doctor resisted when he heard that every meal should be eaten according to the gram count, and he couldn't avoid staying up late.

Nowadays, everyone stays up late and has a midnight snack. With so much pressure from work, drinking a little wine and smoking a cigarette are all normal.

For the sake of data-based health, I can't do it, but it's fine now.

"Actually, you can be discharged now," the doctor looked around and whispered, "If you don't want to work, you can stay a few more days. In your condition, it's no problem to stay for ten days or half a month."

Binga: ??? It can be operated like this?! No one has ever told him this in his two lifetimes.

"Oh, no, I want to go home and recuperate. The food here doesn't fit my healthy diet. Please give me a month's leave and explain my injury as serious as possible."

After Binga finished speaking, he took the physical report away. This thing must not be seen by others.

He felt that his rebirth was full of weirdness.

I don't know if I'm really alive or just dreaming with my last breath. It would be nice if I could dream about Gin dying.

Just as he was returning to the room, he bumped into a person with a high silver ponytail, gold-rimmed glasses, and wearing a beige casual jacket and light blue jeans.

"Sorry, I..." Binga looked up and saw Gin, who had always been dressed like a sunny boy, rubbing his nose, with tears welling up under his gold-rimmed glasses, as if he was hurt by the collision.

He stared at Gin in front of him, opened his mouth but couldn't say anything for a long time. When he saw the inspection report scattered on the ground, he immediately picked it up and took a look at the name on it.

Kurosawa formation!

Ah!

It's gin.

What's the matter with the way he's dressed?

No.

Why is he being so pretentious with tears in his eyes?

It was just a bump into him!

"Hey, you...what's that expression..." Binga stuffed the examination report into his hand, and shuddered when he saw his artificial expression.

This expression is fine on anyone, but it's a big problem when it appears on Gin.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking about something just now and didn't see the road. I'm sorry to have caused you trouble."

Gin spoke in such an extremely gentle tone that goose bumps appeared on his body. The moment he lowered his eyes, he thought to himself that if Vodka was recognized, he would be dead.

"Huh? Oh, oh oh, I didn't look at the road either."

Binga shuddered and quickly gave way. He would rather put his head on the muzzle of Gin's gun and let him threaten him. It was too damn scary. Is this Gin?

Is he role playing?

What kind of mission required him to make such a huge sacrifice!

In order to satisfy his curiosity, he looked around and secretly followed Gin. In order to avoid being discovered, he did not follow too closely and remained alert to his surroundings at all times.

Gin walked through the busy corridor of the hospital, glanced sideways, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he took out his cell phone and sent a message to Vodka.

【Action. —Gin】

In the Porsche 356A, Vodka ordered the man who looked three points like Gin next to him: "Follow me."

"Yes, yes, yes, brother."

This person was none other than Shiraishi Tan, whom Gin asked Vodka to find. He was found by him in one night, and after using force to subdue him, he cooperated very well and was taken away.

Vodka took everyone out of the car and headed to the hospital, then took a walk along the route that had been set in advance.

Just in time, Binga, who was following Gin, saw it.

“??? What’s going on?”

Binga quickly hid, looked at Vodka, and then looked at Gin who had just entered the clinic.

"Two gins?"

No, that's not right. The thing mixed with vodka is gin. Then who was that just now?