Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 351 Gin: There are always people who want to harm me

"she died"

Bourbon's eyes were fixed on the light bulbs on the ceiling.

There was the sound of pattering rain outside the window, he didn't hate the sound of rain, every time he lost something, the sound of rain would accompany him.

Once again, he failed to save the people around him.

Mingming swore to the cherry blossom police badge in his heart, but in the end everything was buried in a wisp of gunpowder.

He thought of his best friend, who had sworn at the beginning that he would definitely complete this undercover mission with him alive.

A few days before that guy Jing Guang died, the two made an appointment to figure out the next mission together, and sneaked out to drink.

The image of the two old partners, who are already old, chatting together after retirement, chatting about the past and spending the rest of their lives always pops up in my mind.

But on that rainy night, his best friend spent the rest of his life for him, leaving him to the sound of the rain.

Pressing his forehead, Toru Amuro sighed, pulled his feet out of the sling, and stood up and leaned against the back of the bed.

Injuries always make people weak, and they have decided to forget and never forget.

No one can really forget, pretend not to care, pretend to be strong, dare not take off the mask, remove the cold-blooded disguise.

Jiang Gu Ling. Is he not suitable to be an undercover agent at all?

Yes, Toru Amuro judged so.

If he could be a more conscientious undercover agent, when he saw through the weakness of Ma Yin's strong disguise, he would still stick to his cold attitude and not try to influence her.

Then none of this will happen, and she will not die.

"It's messed up again." Toru Amuro stuck his five fingers in his pale blond hair and smiled miserably.

Click, the doorknob of the medical room twisted, and the door was pushed open.

The familiar black leather gloves caught his casually raised sight.

"Main?"

"It's me." After closing the door, Wei Young sat on the chair beside the bed with a plate in one hand, ready to eat.

"You're still alive!" Toru Amuro was surprised and delighted, a sense of joy that was several times stronger than the rest of his life filled his heart.

This is double the joy, coming from the double sadness of remembering Zhu Fujingguang.

He pinned the joy of Wei Young's survival on his deceased best friend, and subconsciously opened his arms to hug her.

There was a clatter, the dishes fell to the ground, and the chairs were overturned.

After Amuro came back to his senses, he found that there was nothing between his arms, and Wei Young retreated to the corner of the wall.

Although her expression was as calm as ever, her wide-eyed scarlet eyes still revealed the panic in her heart.

The hands in front of the body are also a standard defensive posture.

"Uh, I'm sorry, did I scare you?" Toru Amuro scratched his head, pretending to be stupid to alleviate the embarrassing situation, "I saw that you were still alive, and I was a little surprised for a while, ahaha, sometimes I just show my emotions Such an exaggeration."

Wei Young didn't speak, but put down her subconsciously raised hands.

She almost pulled the gun out of her inventory.

Don't blame her for being so vigilant. Anyone who faces a person with a higher strength value, who has a transparent name, and who has automatically opened a relationship line, will be extremely vigilant.

It was only then that Toru Amuro noticed that Wei Young had changed into a different outfit, not the usual men's evening dress.

That's right, it is still possible to survive the explosion with her extraordinary strength, but it is very difficult to protect the clothes from damage during the explosion.

What's more, she had been shot so many times before.

However, this was the first time he saw Wei Young wearing a skirt, it was a bit strange.

He thought that Wei Young would only wear trousers for the sake of convenience.

"Your behavior, I will truthfully write it down in the mission report."

Wei Young said lightly, and managed to make Toru Amuro look away from her legs.

"Ah?" Amuro was taken aback for a moment, then grinned, "It's not necessary, is it?"

Grabar hugged Shirley, and everyone in the organization knew about it.

Toru Amuro wanted to hold the sangria, but he said it was not necessary.

Is this suitable?

How come his Amuro Toru's reputation is his reputation, and my Tomie's reputation should stink into shit?
But due to Wei Young's character design, she is not easy to get angry.

"Okay." Wei Young nodded lightly, didn't say any more, and carefully picked up the dinner plate on the ground at the farthest distance from the hospital bed.

Fortunately, there was one piece left on the plate and it did not fall to the ground.

"Did you bring me something to eat? Thank you." Toru Amuro reached for a fork and picked up the steak.

Wei Young: .
He can grab food from me and eat it, and he said he isn't the latest type of sojourner?

Too bad, Wei Young's character design prevented her from displaying the full power of the sojourner, so she was no match for Toru Amuro.

If this was replaced by Tomie, Amuro Toru's bottle could be drunk.

"I didn't eat during my coma, thank you for thinking of that."

Amuro said in a low voice after swallowing a piece of steak in his mouth.

If you kill too many people, you will become indifferent, and he agrees with this.

And Ma Yin, the number of people she has killed, probably cannot be counted with three hands, but she still maintains a trace of tenderness amidst her indifference.

Amuro Toru couldn't imagine how kind Ma Yin's nature was, let alone how painful it would be for such a kind and gentle person to be forced to kill someone for the first time.

It must have fallen into a state of near collapse.

"By the way, are you okay? You seem to have been shot several times before."

"It's okay." Wei Young raised her hands, touched them after hardening, "A large part of my body is made up of artificial limbs."

Amuro opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Yes, in the chat room, Calvados did have this description, saying that her legs are prosthetics.

He pursed his lips, his stomach throbbing with hunger suddenly lost his appetite.

"Voluntary?"

Wei Young didn't answer, but Amuro Toru had already got the answer.

How could it be voluntary?Who would be willing to turn a healthy body into a prosthetic limb made of steel?

The poor girl's hands can't even feel the temperature anymore, and they can't touch the softness.

Just like her heart that has been destroyed by the organization.

Organization, you must die!
"Who introduced you to the organization?" Toru Amuro asked suddenly, his voice cold.

"Gin." Wei Young replied simply.

"Well, I see." Amuro Toru's voice was hoarse.

Gin, you must die!
"You um, do your hands feel inconvenient?"

Toru Amuro wanted to be as tactful as possible, and asked this sentence in a way that would not hurt the girl.

But how could it be possible to be tactful about this kind of matter, and how could it not hurt her?

Wei Young raised her hands and looked, "It's okay."

Because I can remove it when I feel inconvenient, it is not a solidified magic effect.

"Is it okay?" Toru Amuro hooked the corner of his mouth without a smile.

I'm afraid it's not okay, but I can only be okay, I'm used to it.

The pain of the joint where the prosthesis rubs against the body, and the phantom pain of loss.

Strong, gentle, and brave.

The organization destroyed everything about her, she should have grown up happily.

Amuro glanced at the slightly oversized and somewhat worn dress on Wei Young's body.

Even the clothes are taken from other people? It seems that the only clothes that belong to her are pure black men's clothes.

At this age, she should be in the best years of her life, but she turned into a doll with a perfect face.

"Are you still at the mercy of gin?"

Facing Toru Amuro's question, Wei Young hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly twice.

It's best not to let Bourbon know that she has the right to issue missions, otherwise she will be tricked into sending missions to help the police, and it will be troublesome.

Although she can detect it and refuse, if the system sends a mission by taking advantage of the relationship line, there is no way.

"Is that so?" Toru Amuro lowered his head when he got the answer, not knowing what he was thinking.

Gin, who was far away in Tokyo, suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and his persecution paranoia began to attack.

He was keenly aware that another undercover agent wanted to kill him.

　Thank you for calling me gin wife, thank you Areasn for your reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)