Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

Execution of traitors has always been Gin's favorite drama. Even if he can't do it himself, he is willing to watch from the side and doesn't mind at all if the blood spilled by the other party stains the soles of his shoes.

"You just talked so much nonsense just to get her to kill her child with her own hands?"

It wasn't until the people above him stopped moving and Gin, who had a fishy smell on his body, that he looked away and cast his unexplained gaze at the young man with black hair and brown eyes next to him.

"Anatole?"

……

It was quiet in the open space, and at the same time, there was also deathly silence in the observation room above.

Aaron heard the entire conversation through the listening devices around the clearing. He didn't bother to ask Artemis and Anatole why they wanted to exchange identities. He stood there blankly, staring at the body hanging in the air.

"...Who came up with this?" he asked slowly.

"What do you think?" Artemis said with a smile.

Such a casual attitude is reminiscent of the nobles in the ancient Colosseum. They sat there high up, looking at the slaves fighting beasts below with malice, contempt, or pity.

Aaron heard the real Artemis sighing pitifully: "Threatening a mother with a child is really too much. Due to a certain experience, I understand her and sympathize with her, but..."

"I can still kill her this way."

"After all, she killed my mother in the same way back then."

Artemis' voice was as soft as a whisper, even with a smile, and Aaron could hear it clearly.

He met those eyes, and the eyes of his boss in the reception room could not help but appear in his mind.

The biggest difference between these twins who look exactly the same is not their physical ability, but their eyes - Artemis's eyes are light brown, and only Anatole has the same viper-green eyes as Goldwasser. .

But at this moment, these false green eyes almost overlapped with that of the boss.

……

Four years ago, Aaron and several colleagues went to Moscow on orders from Goldwasser to bring back the two sons born to their boss and a spy.

That mission was a nightmare for him.

He was afraid of the cold and almost died in that icy country, not to mention being beaten up with a rattlesnake cocktail, his spleen was severely ruptured, and he suffered sequelae because he was not treated in time.

However, that's not the scariest thing.

The most terrifying thing, and the most puzzling thing for Aaron, was that after the remaining three of them came back, Goldwasser left most of the cultivation work of the two children to them.

He is responsible for teaching killing techniques such as fighting, shooting, and making and installing bombs. Witte teaches Japanese and survival skills such as lock picking, wilderness survival, and emergency escape. Cinderella is responsible for teaching disguise skills such as makeup, cross-dressing, imitation, and micro-expression control.

Aaron wasn't sure why Goldwasser did what he did.

Exercise children's emotional control ability?

Are they strong enough as confidants and chosen to train the next generation purely for their strength?

Want to destroy the self-esteem of these two children? Let them remember the revenge of killing their mother, and at the same time have to bow to the enemy who killed their mother and learn self-protection skills, and their mentality becomes increasingly unbalanced and distorted?

Aaron never understood.

Not only him, but the other two people may have similar concerns, resulting in a delicate atmosphere when they get along. Fortunately, he still had Gin. The other two only had to face these two brothers, and their mentality was probably even more torturous.

……

Now Cinderella is dead.

She was one of the few people who went to Moscow that year. She also taught Brother Anicet and had just died in front of Aaron.

Aaron knew that she had betrayed first and deserved to be killed by Goldwasser's order, but for some reason, a huge panic enveloped his heart.

He had an inexplicable feeling - all of this was just the beginning.

"...Did you listen to me?"

While waiting for Gin and Anatole to come up, Artemis changed to a more relaxed posture. He leaned on the sofa and played with a pistol in his left hand.

He was originally right-handed, but his index and middle fingers were injured four years ago. Whether because of perfectionism or because he wanted to be more different from his brother, he started practicing with his left hand, and now he can shoot accurately with both hands.

Aaron came back to his senses and was shocked to find that he had been distracted for a long time: "What?"

"I said that I was going to my uncle's house soon, and that I might have a new identity and a new code name. Before that, Goldwasser was willing to give Anatoly and me a holiday and let us travel abroad."

Would you actually let them travel far away? Aaron asked, "Where are you going?"

"Is going……"

Before Artemis could speak, a burst of footsteps hurriedly came from outside.

Without knocking, the door was pushed open directly. A man with an Asian face stood at the door. When he saw the body hanging under the pillar, he froze on the spot.

"Witt? Why are you here?" Aaron shouted out the other party's code name in surprise.

Artemis was not surprised, as if she had known the other party would come. He raised the Shinnan M60 in his hand, a common police pistol in Japan, and answered the interrupted questions with a smile.

"To Japan."

Chapter 238: Aniseite's Past (Part )

The Black Organization has many supporters in the United States and European countries, but its headquarters and most of its research institutes are located in Japan.

There are two reasons for choosing that place. First, BOSS’s current nationality is unknown, but he is a mixed-race son of an Italian woman who married in Japan, and I am familiar with the place. Second, Japan has a special environment.

Surrounded by the sea, it has a superior geographical location. It is an independent island country and has no countries directly bordering it;

The gun ownership rate among the people is low, but it is the only country where gangsters are legal. Passers-by with a little bit of discernment will automatically avoid people with an unpleasant temperament and will not call the police in an attitude of minding their own business;

The internal class is as stable as a pool of stagnant water, and externally it is severely restricted by the United States. Overtly, it has the troops stationed in Japan, and secretly, it has the Special Investigation Department of the Prosecutor's Office. It has dual political and military restrictions, and occasionally suffers economic harvests.

The summary is just one sentence: no matter how disgusted you are, under such multiple restrictions, you can only and only deserve to be an honest dog.

……

In the blink of an eye, Anatole and Artemis have been in Japan for two months.

Aaron was previously responsible for ending the betrayal incident. After completing this task, Goldwasser did not give him a new task. Apart from occasionally supervising the bottom-level training, he just sat in the lounge and fished.

On this day, Aaron stayed in the lounge as usual, sitting alone in the corner, browsing Japan's largest news website on his computer.

Since the headquarters is in Japan, many members - at least those with code names - know more or less Japanese to facilitate their tasks. Aaron has some basic knowledge and with the help of translation software, he can understand most articles.

He leaned lazily on the armchair and slowly slid the mouse with his fingers. There were not many cases in Japan recently, and those cases on the front page would only be worthy of waiting in the corner of the newspaper in New York.

The famous magician Kuroba Toichi starts a magic show tour around the world. The first stop is his hometown of Tokyo's Ekoda area, and the next stop is New York...

Aaron paused when he saw this name. He had heard of this name from Belmode. It was said that he was a genius proficient in all kinds of magic. She also learned more professional disguises and voice changes from him.

To facilitate the task, Aaron learned some simple disguise techniques from Belmode. Unfortunately, his skin is sensitive and will become red and swollen when it comes into contact with cosmetics, so he cannot use it often.

Since you are Belmode's teacher, book a ticket to see him when he comes to New York on tour.

The next piece of news is that the well-known pianist Keiji Aso is about to perform abroad again...

Aaron's mind wandered again when he saw this, but this time he was thinking of Artemis.

Artemis has an absolute sense of music and loves music, especially the piano. Goldwasser rarely looked like a normal father at this point, and asked the old housekeeper who knew music to teach him piano and guitar.

By the way, while his younger brother is a musical genius, Anatole is a music idiot - he can play the violin (also taught by the old housekeeper), and his singing is completely out of tune. The sound is so unpleasant that even Artemis dislikes it, so he must carry it with him. Prepare earplugs.

Anatole's artistic talent is all about painting. Last year he painted a large oil painting, signed it with Artemis's initials, and then sold it.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps behind him. Aaron looked back and saw that it was Witt who opened the door and came in. He had stayed here since Cinderella's death, except for going out once last night.

Seeing it was him, Aaron didn't bother to say hello and continued to look at the computer screen.

"Where is Goldwasser?" Witt asked.

"Church, service. You won't see him today."

Aaron had no respect for this colleague who was completely of Asian descent and answered without looking up.

After two headline-grabbing show news, criminal news follows.

The case of a missing boy in Osaka... He is at junior high school age and living in a big city. How could he get lost so casually? I guess he ran away from home at the time of his rebellion, right? ... If such a small thing can be placed on such a front page, is there no news in Japan?

As soon as Aaron turned off this, the footsteps stopped behind him. A standing figure was projected on the heavy and thick computer screen, and Witt stood behind him.

"Are you okay?" Aaron was very impatient and his tone was a little aggressive. People like them are all disgusted by the inexplicable person standing behind them.

"How is Artemis doing lately? Has he contacted you?" Wit asked even more inexplicably.

"he?"

Aaron was stunned, and finally looked up at the other person.

Maybe it's racial discrimination or just face blindness, Aaron often can't tell Asians apart, in his opinion they all look the same. He can remember a white colleague who occasionally passes by, but he has never had a deep impression of Witt, who he has worked with for a long time.

He glanced at the Asian colleague's expression, but couldn't read anything from that face for the time being. He took out the key, opened the drawer next to him, took out an envelope, and poured out the contents.

"He just sent a postcard back a few days ago. There is a photo of him and Anatoly in it. Judging from the tower in the background, it should have been taken in Tokyo." Aaron answered.

A few postcards and photos from Japan fell on the table. The top one was a group photo of two teenagers who looked the same but had different eyes.

Among them, Artemis's hair has become longer and may not have been cut in the past two months, while Anatoly's hair is still neatly short. This time the two brothers have different hairstyles.

Aaron withdrew his gaze and looked at Witt, guessing what he was worried about: "Are you afraid that they will go to Japan for too long this time and run away?"

Before Witt could speak, he answered: "So what if he runs away? If Goldwasser can catch him once, he can catch him a second time, and he can't run away at all. They know this very well, so they won't do it." Those stupid things."

Witte was silent.

Seeing that he didn't say anything or leave, Aaron ignored him and continued to browse the news. He refreshed the page and found that there was a new piece of news in the short time he had just spoken.

"High-ranking police officials... suspected of being retaliated against?"

Aaron read the title in a low voice and clicked on the news that might also make headlines in New York.

The specific position of this senior executive was not specified - it may be that his position was too high, or he was a confidential personnel - he was at the Metropolitan Police Department when the incident occurred, and his wife and children were at home. The wife was stabbed and died on the way to the hospital. died.

The child was alive, not even injured, but he saw everything. This nine-year-old boy was so frightened that he couldn't even speak, let alone provide clues. He needs psychological treatment, which may leave a lifelong psychological shadow.

At present, the police have not found the murderer, there is almost no witness, there is also no progress in the physical evidence, and the other party has left no clues.

"The property was not lost, there were no fingerprints on the murder weapon or the door handle, it avoided all nearby surveillance, and the neighbors did not see any suspicious persons... The crime was sophisticated and the murderer had a strong sense of counter-reconnaissance, and the possibility of robbery has been basically ruled out. Sex, suspected to be the revenge of the Yakuza personnel..."

Aaron subconsciously read out some key contents.

Since the case took place in Japan, he was a little curious about what the colleague next to him thought. But just when Aaron was about to ask, he caught a glimpse of Witte's expression.