The Secret of Gin [Conan]

The silver moon rises slowly.

The temperature plummeted, and a layer of frost formed on the leaves.

In the fire pond in the middle of the shrine, light red flames danced, and sparks flew out in the cold wind from time to time.

Kurosawa took off his long windbreaker, and just by feeling, he used metal tweezers to pull out a bullet from the wound on his right shoulder.

"Snapped."

Bullets stained with blood were thrown into the fire.

Opposite him, Qin Jiu was also enduring the pain to treat the wound, so his movements were much slower.

Every time the right arm was lifted, it would be stiff for a few seconds, and it was impossible to wrap myself with a bandage and fix the broken rib with only one hand.

Kurosawa walked over without making a sound.

Gin's expression was indifferent.

The tongue of fire licked the dry branches, making a light crackling sound from time to time.

When the wind blows, it emits the choking smell of solid alcohol fuel.

On the ground on the other side of the fire, the two figures reflected by the fire did not hold a wooden warehouse in their hands.

——The distance between people is still one meter away, but the shadows have already overlapped together.

Kurosawa bowed his head and teased in a tone that could irritate people:

"I think it's much easier to heal the wounded of the living than to go over two mountains to destroy the corpses."

The veins on Gin's forehead were throbbing, obviously suppressing his anger.

He will not die without treatment.

Just can't move around.

And how did he get injured now?Wasn't Kurosawa doing it?

"You sound like those politicians who are good at fake crying." Gin said sarcastically.

Kuisawa twitched the corner of his mouth: "Probably I have the same impure thoughts as them, with ulterior motives."

"..."

Gin wanted to touch Mucang again.

It's not to kill people, but Kurosawa's "arrogance" is too obtrusive.

How could "I" become crazy like Kurosawa?

What happened in the past three years when the organization was destroyed?

Gin's eyes were very straightforward, and Kurosawa could understand it, but he avoided talking about it.

"Cure the injury?" Kurosawa asked directly.

While talking, the expression is also very thought-provoking, as if hinting at Gin: If you disagree, I will have a way to force it, and if you fight, you will know who will suffer.

Gin's ribs hurt even more.

angry.

The severe pain aggravated with the movement of breathing, and Gin's will could bear it, but he couldn't control the cold sweat that broke out on his body, and the mountain wind at night made him feel cold again.

The situation is bad.

Gin has killed many people and been injured many times, and even has experience with injuries.

He knows what kind of strength he can exert in what state, and he also knows the recovery time required for different degrees of injuries.

But this time it's outrageous...

"What did you do?" Qin Jiu asked coldly.

At this time Kurosawa had already opened his clothes.

The light of the fire reflected on the pale skin, and the large bruise marks were shocking.

Purple is severe congestion, because each muscle is particularly distinct, so the position of the broken bone can be clearly seen.

Gin couldn't move by himself, but Kurosawa was very easy to use.

He took off his gloves and put his hand on the bruise first.

"Treat your injuries first."

The moment Kurosawa's fingertips touched, the body covered in cold sweat trembled.

The magnitude is small.

But Kurosawa could feel that it was Gin and instinctively flinched back.

Kurosawa didn't laugh or speak, because he knew what was going on.

The five senses that are different from ordinary people not only enable Kurosawa to detect all changes in details in a timely manner, but also amplify vigilance and suspicion.Especially the vital parts where the neck, chest and abdomen are located, are usually not allowed to be touched by others, let alone after injury.

It happened to be the location of the wound!

And the recurrence of the injury was caused by the person in front of him.

That person was Kurosawa, and the gin that he brought with him could not give off a familiar aura of hostility, otherwise the gin would have picked up the wooden warehouse in his clothes and smashed the opponent's head.

Gin stubbornly held back his evasive reaction.

Kurosawa confirmed the position of the bone, and prepared to use the traction force of the muscles to restore the position of the bone. This is the method he usually uses the most on himself, and the advantage is that it is fast enough.

But this means that the area of ​​contact between the two has further increased.

Kurosawa embraced the pale, sweat-beaded body with his right hand, almost holding him in his arms, and slowly moved the five fingers of his left hand along the abdominal muscles.

"Relax, you're too stiff."

The muscles are all lumpy and can't be squeezed, let alone exert force along the muscle group.

The act of not crossing the line is also a familiar bone-setting technique, but——

Switching to the other hand produced a subtle change.

"Peel off."

The flames leaped.

The scorching temperature spread along the fingertips.

Under the firelight, the pale skin moistened by sweat faintly glowed.

It was the reflection from the fine beads of sweat, and it was most obvious in the depressions of the lines of the abdominal muscles, where there were streaks of flowing halos.

These halos were originally like a dense network of tributaries, each of which was distinct, but gradually changed.

The lines of the "Terrain" became softer, and the area of ​​the halo expanded, like a rising tide.

Yinyue brushed the treetops and came to the top of the shrine.

In addition to the sound of the fire burning, there is only the sound of disordered and rapid breathing.

The process of bone reset seemed as long as several hours.

"……let go."

Gin took a deep breath, and the pain felt much less this time.

Kurosawa didn't listen.

He picked up the bandage and the medical plastic plate that fixed the bone, and wrapped it around a few times with moderate force to ensure that the bone would not shift.

Then he pointed to the leg that had been shot in the gin.

Gin: "..."

The location of the wound was very tricky. Not only was it stuck in the muscle, but with Gin's height, he had to step on the stool or box with his left leg, and then bend down to clean the wound and take the bullet.

Things that are usually easy are difficult to do because of the impact of the rib injury.

The pain can be tolerated, but the ribs that have just been reset will not obey at any time, and willpower cannot dominate it.

Gin could only bear it, and was forced to watch Kurosawa tear open his trousers, press down on the muscles near the wound, and take out the bullet.

want to kill.

But no, as Kurosawa said, no matter who kills the other, they must face the problem of disposing of the corpse.

And without Kurosawa, Gin may really have to wait until tomorrow morning to make sure that the injury to his right rib is stable before he can deal with Mu Cang's injury.

Gin was not afraid of wild beasts in the forest at night, but the longer the time passed, the slower the wound would heal.

More likely to worsen, fever.

Gin doesn't even have vodka around him now, and the shrine is not an ideal safe house. In this case, if you encounter a mountaineering group, or a guy who is idle and bored to explore the mountains and forests, the situation will be even more difficult.

There are more people to kill.

The disappearance of these people will attract the attention of the police again, adding more flies to this mountain forest.

Gin couldn't guarantee that he had already disposed of Kurosawa's body at that time.

So like Kurosawa said, living people are less trouble than corpses.

Alcohol-wiped metal tweezers dug into the bloody wound.

Icy.

And with a sharp sting.

Literally acts like a weapon rather than healing.

"You're like a rock again."

"……To shut up."

Gin squeezed the word through his teeth.

It's hard for him to understand, why it feels so weird to deal with the wound?

"Snapped."

The second bullet rolled into the firepit.

The shaken powder covered the wound, and the muscles twitched in response to the pain.

"The 1200-meter bullet casing, did you keep it for me to see?"

Kurosawa said while wrapping a bandage on the wound, "I guess you will do it after you have a stable sniper distance of about 1500 meters, and you know that, so you try to pick up the bullet casings as much as possible to disguise your real ability."

"You don't need to show your ability to predict." Gin searched for a long time but couldn't find the cigarette case.

Kurosawa took one out.

Gin took it expressionlessly, sniffing it habitually.

"But I really didn't expect that you would do it so quickly." Kurosawa lowered his head and lit his cigarette, his dark green eyes showed a special color under the firelight, and he said with a half-smile, "You asked me about your fracture?" What did the injury do, in fact, I should ask you, is there any misunderstanding about the injury of fracture?"

Kurosawa's words made Gin frown.

The fracture of the right rib does affect the performance of one's own strength, but this is not a serious injury, it is just inconvenient to move.

Based on Gin's thinking, this wouldn't even affect his execution of the organization's tasks, because Gin didn't need to do it himself every time he killed someone, and he could sit in a Porsche 356A to plan and host the assassination.

The injury was first hit by an earthquake.

This kind of fracture is much simpler than a rib fracture suffered from a wooden warehouse injury, and there is no need to go to the hospital to collect bullets and broken bones.

Qin Jiu wanted to kill Kurosawa, of course he would take into account the recovery of his injuries. These days he was practicing sniping Mu Cang, and he was also waiting for his injuries to fully recover.

Thinking from Gin's point of view, this incident is very bizarre. How could the injury that had already healed suddenly recur?Kurosawa's punch was very ruthless, but it was too exaggerated to directly break the growing bone.

Gin felt that his bones were not so brittle.

Kurosawa looked at those suspicious and cold eyes, and rarely wanted to sigh.

"...Okay, let me change the way. How long do you think the fracture will heal?"

Gin subconsciously wants to say three months, which is common sense.

Soon, he closed his mouth again.

Because memory and experience told him that it would not take such a long time.

Whether it is an elite of the FBI or a member of the code name of the organization, they will appear "alive and alive" in front of Gin after lying down for a month at most.

As long as the injured is not a hand, you can open the wooden warehouse, as long as it is not a broken leg, you can definitely walk.

There are not many members of the organization who can be barely caught by gin (the trash that can be adjusted and taught, and the people who use tools and weapons). If a simple fracture requires three months of lying down, how can this task be done?

So ordinary people are different from them.

Just like ordinary people who have never touched a wooden warehouse can't hit the target, office workers can't run twenty floors in one go...

That's the idea of ​​gin.

Suddenly, another idea popped up in his mind.

No, no matter how strict the training is, it is impossible to train the healing ability that shortens the healing ability of ordinary people by several times. Humans are still human, unless they have superpowers or are transformed through organized experiments.

So what the hell is going on?

Gin's eyes darkened, followed by a severe headache.