Conan's winery play house

Chapter 376 Let Night Replace Day

Punishment room.

The blond man dropped the soft whip in his hand.

"Tell me the list of undercover agents you know, and you will be able to live." He said with a smile.

"There are too many, I can't remember clearly." Kuroda Hei just said with a low smile.

The smile on the blond man's face disappeared.

"Why don't you get closer and let me tell you?" Kuroda Hei said again seeing this.

"Let's talk." The blond man moved closer, but not very close.

At least it was the distance that Kuroda Hei wanted to bite but couldn't.

"Bah." He spat at the blond man.

"Do you want to die?" Toru Amuro wiped the drool on his face with a gloomy face, his blue-gray eyes were like the surging sea.

"You dare not kill me." Kuroda Bingwei was so determined.

Even though his body was covered with bruises at the moment, his voice was even a little angry.

The posture is still calm.

Kuroda is forcing him to kill him.

Fugu Ling already understood the other party's thoughts.

Once again, he felt unprecedented sorrow for his powerlessness.

I also feel ashamed that I can't describe it in words for my cowardice.

He was unwilling, or dare not kill Kuroda Hei with his own hands.

But he also knew it was selfish.

Because of his daring, Kuroda Bei was tortured.

Perhaps it would be the best ending for Kuroda Hei to die simply now.

It's better than one torture after another.

"You are a coward, a coward."

"You dare not kill me."

Kurodabei still taunted at this time.

He was urging Jiang Gu Ling.

Urging him to do it.

The blond man looked up at Kuroda Hei blankly, and then smiled.

Such a look...

Kuroda Hei discovered the violation almost instantly.

This is not the look in the eyes of his subordinates.

"It's disgusting." The blond man took off the gloves that wiped his face and said in disgust.

"If you want to die, I will satisfy you." He said so.

Something is wrong.

Something happened that was not planned.

It shouldn't be like this.

This person in front of me...

who is it?

His subordinate Jiang Gu Ling?
Undercover Toru Amuro?
Not like.

It's more like... a Bourbon who was born in the organization, grew up in the organization, and belongs to the organization through and through.

Why is this happening?

Do you also suffer from the high incidence of undercover disease?

split personality...

Under high-intensity pressure, playing a person for a long time really gave birth to that kind of personality?

And it seems that this newly born personality is already very strong.

He can even control Furutani Rei's body at any time and move freely.

He had to find a way to remind his subordinates.

if not……

This will have a major impact, and at the beginning of the birth of the personality, the other party should be dealt with as soon as possible.

It's just that I don't know how long this situation has lasted.

"You are his boss." The blond man said to Kuroda Bei.

"Guess why he came to interrogate you? Not someone else?" Bourbon asked very viciously with great interest.

Kurodahei understood the implication in his words.

Because the organization already knew that Bourbon was an undercover police officer, and he also knew that he was Bourbon's boss.

That's why we made such an arrangement.

Everything is a well-arranged repertoire.

They put on ridiculous shows for some people without knowing it.

The moment he understood the truth, Kuroda Hei only felt that it was extremely absurd and ridiculous.

All their actions, maybe they only touched themselves?

Does this undercover organization just watch them for fun?
After so many years of being undercover, I still can't get more information...

How much of the information you have obtained is true and how much is false?
And how to know that the information was not given to them intentionally by this organization?

If that's the case...

This organization is horrible.

It has played tricks on the intelligence agencies of so many countries.

It's just that he knows the truth is useless.

He was dying.

"Who are you?" Kuroda asked.

"Who am I?" The blond man raised his eyebrows and asked back.

"Bourbon," he replied.

Not Toru Amuro nor Rei Fuguya.

Just bourbon.

Kuroda Hei's eyes flashed across Ran.

On the edge of the push bed, Bourbon saw the small writing written by Kurodabei with trembling fingertips.

[Don't let the night replace the day. 】

He smiled inexplicably and erased the sentence.

The dead should keep their mouths shut, and it's better to take news that shouldn't be said to hell.

"He should collapse after seeing this scene?" He rubbed his chin and asked with interest.

He didn't care if the blood on his hands stained his face.

When Jiang Gu Ling wiped off the foggy glass, what he saw was an extremely bloody scene.

His boss has now become a bloody work of art.

Flesh and blood, skin and bones separated.

It was forcibly made into an angel-like shape.

The cost of doing this is that the ribs become wings, and the other bones are twisted or misplaced.

In the end, it became such a bloody angel shape.

Amuro lowered his head and saw bloodstains and flesh and blood all over the place.

When I raised my hand, I saw hands full of red.

"...Jarmu, turn on the light." He ordered in an extremely calm voice.

In the instant the light came on, he saw himself through the clean, cold, reflective wall.

blood all over.

It proves that he did everything just now.

but……

He has intermittent memories of the production process, but there is always no sound.

Memories are like watching a silent black and white pantomime.

But that's what he did.

Director Kuroda's purpose was accomplished, he died, and he killed him himself.

but……

Would the director have imagined such an ending?
own means...

How could such a cruel and heinous method be done by himself?

How can I do this by myself? !

Toru Amuro let go of his hand, unable to continue watching.

A piece of blood red.

Even everything in the field of vision turned red.

Bright red, as if shrouded in red lights.

Even his eyes turned red, like a beast that would lose control and go berserk at any moment.

Furutani Rei's impression of angels was obtained from Miyano Elena when she was a child.

Gentle, healing angel.

And now...

From then on, whenever he thought of the angel, the first thing that appeared in his memory was a bright red picture.

The appalling Angel of Blood Bone.

It made him short of breath and wanted to vomit.

But not.

clam down.

clam down.

calm……

"Brother Tou." The door of the punishment room opened, and the white-haired boy stepped into the punishment room from the outside.

Different from the bloody world, pure white.

Like a snow.

A snow enough to cover the bloody scene.

"Uncle Rum asked me to remind you not to kill people..." He turned his head and saw the corpse that had turned into a bloody artwork.

"I seem to be late," he said.

For a moment, Amuro Toru calmed down.

"Yeah, you are late, he is too annoying." Toru Amuro smiled.

"But you don't look well." The white-haired boy said with concern.

His face looked weak and his eyes were a little flustered.

"Because it's too ugly, I will make it look better next time." The blond man explained.

"That's right." Aito nodded.

Another lie.

but it does not matter.

Sooner or later, Brother Tou will be unable to lie to him again.

(End of this chapter)