The Secret of Gin [Conan]

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The colorless and transparent wine is poured into the glass.

The ice cubes at the bottom of the glass reflect changing light and shadow.

The walls reflect the waves of the sea, and the sound of the waves is close at hand.

Gin sat by the window, holding a cigarette boredly, lit it but didn't smoke it, as if it only needed the smell it gave off.

In the past, after completing a task, Gin would light a cigarette with the cigarette lighter when he returned to the car, and then flip through the next task information.While waiting for the target to appear, Gin would occasionally light a cigarette to pass the long and boring time.

Gin will relax the spirit a little in this faint smell of smoke.

Soon, this leisurely mood is gone.

The wind was blowing from the sea, and it carried a loathsome smell.

Not far away, in another wooden holiday house, people were gathering to smoke.

"Snapped."

The windows were shut.

Gin got up and walked to the other side of the room, when suddenly a hand was stretched out in the dark and took the wine glass from Gin's hand.

Kurosawa was barefoot, wearing only a bathrobe.

In the room he came out of, only the screen of the laptop was dimly lit.

"In three days' time, there will be an arms deal in Kuala Lumpur, you will like it." Heisawa took a sip of the wine, squinting his eyes comfortably, obviously the taste from the ice cubes to the wine was in line with his wishes.

Kurosawa's bathrobe only had laces without any buttons, and his chest was almost exposed.

The fair complexion of Eastern Europeans makes those scars look like seductive tattoos wrapped around the body, reflecting the waves of the sea, like flowing living things.

Gin looked away.

He is more interested in the intelligence of arms.

In the past two months, he was not only recovering from his injuries, but also went to search for various information by himself. After returning, he compared the information he had with Kuisawa. Gradually, he stopped exchanging information with Kurosawa.

The meaning of this approach is very clear, and Kurosawa is not surprised.

Their character is like this, suspicious, don't trust anyone, and prefer to be alone.

They haven't been together every day in the past two months. Although the cooperation is pleasant, the freedom of being alone is easier.

"Leave tomorrow?"

Kurosawa asked while drinking.

Gin didn't say a word, just put out the cigarette casually.

When Heize approached, he pulled out the wooden warehouse suddenly, and faced the Be|lai|Tower that Heise was holding in his hand.

The distance between them is very close, so close that the mouth of the wooden warehouse can directly touch the chest.

"This is not a good place to dump corpses. There are shark prevention nets, and the sea area is not deep enough." Gin reminded with a deadpan expression.

Kurosawa raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh? I thought you wanted to confirm the authenticity of this world by killing me and then committing suicide."

Gin snorted, how could he do such a stupid thing, but——

"You know what I'm suspecting?"

Gin looked at Kurosawa, just like seeing this person in the safe house for the first time.

Kurosawa flipped the insurance with his fingers, and slowly raised his other hand.

Gin's attention immediately fell on Kurosawa's right hand.

But Kurosawa didn't take out the second weapon from his bathrobe, he just raised his hand to catch a strand of long silver hair hanging from Gin, and rubbed it on his fingertips.

"...I didn't quite understand it at first. Your world is a bit strange, but it's easy to come to a conclusion after thinking about it in your situation." The corners of Kurosawa's lips raised slightly, and then he closed the insurance with a click.

He put the wooden bin on the table and picked up the glass again.

Kurosawa said with a half-smile: "You spent two months searching for information, observing me, observing the world...do you have a conclusion now?"

Gin also turned off the insurance, then pulled away Kurosawa's hand playing with his hair, frowned and said: "This world is real, which is bad news for me, it's better to be fake!"

Gin even suspects that the world he lives in is a distorted projection of this world. He is not interested in those physics terms, nor does he understand those advanced sciences, but the basic judgment is still there.

"About three years ago, my world began to become abnormal. The completely unreasonable situation appeared a year ago...or what I thought was a year ago. In fact, this year is longer than 20 years."

"what?"

Kurosawa was shocked, he didn't expect such an answer.

Qin Jiu's expression turned extremely ugly, just thinking that he has been working for the organization for more than 20 years, technology has made several leaps in this "year", and the mobile phones developed by the organization have been changed more than a dozen times, but he didn't notice it at all. Alcohol has an urge to kill.

Kurosawa is also thinking about how many more people he will kill and how many tasks he will do in the extra 20 years...

"Haha."

Gin immediately cast his murderous eyes on Kurosawa.

Kurosawa suppressed a smile and said: "Use your peak body to work for the organization for another 20 years. You are better than me. I don't think you owe that gentleman, but the organization owes you."

Gin raised the wooden barn again with a cold face.

Kurosawa made a gesture, indicating that he would not joke anymore.

He poured the rest of the wine in the bottle into two glasses.

It was an ordinary glass, nothing extraordinary, but the bottle was the best and most expensive gin produced in Holland.

Slightly fruity, spicy on the palate.

Ice cubes reconcile the taste between the two.

Kurosawa picked up the glass, with a strange expression and tone:

"So, are you sure... you want to go back?"

Gin silently picked up another glass of wine, letting the cold liquid flow down his throat.

He lit the cigarette again, looking at the floating white smoke with a tired expression.

Rationally speaking, Gin doesn't really want to go back. If a world doesn't follow logic, then anything the hell will happen.But to let him give up like this, Qin Jiu would not be reconciled.

He wanted to know what was going on with the organization, and wondered if that gentleman had made up his mind to leave Japan after hearing the news that "Gin was dead and Belmode was missing"...

Gin still wanted to kill those rats in the organization with his own hands, no matter where they hid or what forces they were protected by, like Heize.

Too much.

There were so many things he wanted to do but couldn't.

"...It has nothing to do with what I think." Gin Jiu raised his eyes and said in a self-deprecating tone, "After all, I didn't agree to come here either."

The crossing of parallel worlds is an accidental event, whether it will correct the "wrong" and throw people back, no one can say for sure.

After drinking the second glass of wine, Kuise sharply pointed out the loopholes in Gin's words: "You still want to try to go back, so you called for vodka."

The time that gin has stayed in this world has far exceeded the length of Heisawa's stay in that world. The difference between the two is probably that gin distracted vodka from the beginning.

"What if I kill him?"

Kurosawa made no secret of his true intentions. He lowered his head, stared at Gin and said, "If the conditions are not met, you will have to stay here forever."

"Really? Are you sure?"

Gin didn't show any surprised expression, he bit the cigarette in his mouth and looked directly at Kurosawa.

Half a minute later, Kurosawa sighed and admitted bluntly: "I'm not sure."

So Kurosawa didn't do anything, he didn't want to anger his other self.

Although vodka is stupid, it is very useful. The organization is so big that it has not found a second better substitute than vodka. It is even more impossible to leave the organization now.

Kurosawa suddenly raised his hand and turned off the light.

"Today's moon is very nice."

The moonlight shone in the room, reflecting on the flowing silver long hair.

***

A dark figure stalked over the wall.

The moonlight briefly illuminated his face, this is a thin man.

Entering resorts with private beaches and stealing tourists who drink too much or are high is a good business.This kind of holiday wooden house is very spaced apart, originally to ensure privacy, but it also facilitates his theft.

Today's harvest was a bit reluctant. Although the group of young people he was eyeing were rich, they didn't have much cash on them. He didn't dare to take credit cards, and only took some jewelry and watches.

It takes time to realize these stolen goods.

So he decided to vote again.

Anyway, the vacation cabins in the peak season are full of people, unlike the villas rented by rich people, which may also have security guards and dogs. The beach cabins are all about privacy and romance, and the size of the houses is not large.

The thieves approached the cabin familiarly.

There was no light in the room.

But he heard a strange voice.

The very vague hoarse steam sound is like the gas stream turning into substance when breathing, and the rough friction sound from the throat and lungs makes people shudder.

He stopped and hid in the shadow of the palm tree.

Half of the holiday cabins are at sea.

There is a swimming pool next to the corridor of the house. Smooth terrazzo is piled up as the pool wall, surrounded by glass, and part of the bottom of the pool is in the sea water.

Tourists like to soak in it to see the scenery, but now it is dark and nothing can be seen on the sea.

"call."

The man breathed a sigh of relief, and cursed secretly, why did he make such a terrible sound?

It's like killing people.

The man approached the wooden house lightly, ready to go around to another direction and climb into the house to steal.

The sound of the waves, one after another, perfectly masks the sound of footsteps.

The moonlight shone into the room, the man saw the empty wine bottle on the table, smelled the residual spirits, and immediately became happy, so that he would have more time to steal. How could it be possible to catch up with him——

The man bent slightly to open the drawer.

Suddenly, his body stiffened, and a bullet was shot between his eyebrows. He couldn't even utter a cry, and couldn't think about what was going on.

"boom."

The body fell to the floor.

***

"trouble."

Gin said in annoyance.

The wooden warehouse with the silencer installed was put back on the deck chairs by the pool.

The icy sea breeze blew over the exposed chest, but failed to cool down the scorching temperature.

Kurosawa laughed softly, "I'm the one who's in trouble, aren't you leaving tomorrow?"

"An ordinary corpse, you can deal with it casually, what's the trouble?" Qin Jiu stroked his wet hair.

Gin did not refuse Heisawa, they had already done this kind of "help" several times.

But tonight seemed a bit different. Gin didn't know whether it was Kurosawa's weird attitude or the thief who broke in just now that ruined the atmosphere.

Not very satisfied.

Like drinking only one sip of wine, leaving only the last cigarette.

There is still some leftover, but it doesn't feel right.

Is it because of the lack of Akai's sniper wooden warehouse?Thinking of this, Qin Jiu felt that the idea was absurd, and laughed silently.

Suddenly, Gin grabbed Kurosawa's palm that was running down his back.

Kurosawa didn't let go either, and the two remained in a stalemate.

"You are leaving tomorrow, are you going to reject my invitation again? This is the last chance."

"enough……"

The sound of gin stopped suddenly.

He took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, turning into continuous low breaths.

"I'd love to help you determine the reality of the world. No, not the fallacy of disillusionment and scrutiny of details. Listen to me...you should try something you've never experienced before. Something you never thought about, against your sanity. "

Kurosawa's voice is bewitching and deadly, it blends invisibly into the water waves and waves, flows into the depths of Gin Jiu's mind, which is close at hand, arouses the nerves of fatigue and dissatisfaction, and plunges into the dangerous joy that subverts reason.

The moonlight shone on their silver hair.

Wet and dripping drops of water.

The two figures, like mirror images, are reflected in the clear pool water, and you can see everything when you look down.