Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

This monthly summary meeting lasted from nine in the morning to three in the afternoon. As a member of the meeting, Whiskey was as silent as a decorative vase from beginning to end.

But no one dared to look down upon this young man with a cold face and a bad mood.

Everyone was carefully paying attention to the face of their future boss.

As soon as the meeting ended, Whiskey stepped on his clogs, opened the door of his office, and then faced outside. As soon as the meeting ended, he rushed over and guarded the door of his office. The head of the branch with a diligent look on his face ignored him and left.

And as he walked, he took off his haori and put it on his hand.

"Ah... dead people..."

Along with a shrill tenor voice, Whiskey's face became particularly ugly.

He turned his head and looked coldly at Fujino Miku, the person in charge of the Berry Country Branch who was following behind him with a pale face:

"What are you doing standing there, why don't you go ask about the situation?"

"Yes, yes...then you...?"

Fujino Miku wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked cautiously.

"Let's go."

Whiskey, who felt that he was a little unlucky today, replied as he put the haori back on.

Ten minutes later, Whiskey looked at the family of three who appeared here with the police, and felt that he was not just a little bit, but really had a lot of bad luck.

Conan was also surprised to see Whiskey, who appeared at the scene of the crime, wearing a red Kosode Haori, with sharp but extremely cold eyebrows. He first secretly pulled the pants of his father Kudo Yusaku, and then under the gaze of Kudo Yukiko, he looked surprised. Toward the Whiskey:

"Brother Karasuma, why are you here?"

Upon hearing the surname Karasuma, Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Yukiko instantly understood the identity of the person in front of them.

"This is the central building of the Karasuma Foundation's Berry Country branch. I'm just here for a meeting."

"Does Brother Karasuma know what's going on here?"

Conan actively asked the second question.

Whiskey leaned down slightly and shook his head:

"I don't know. I had just finished a meeting and was about to take the elevator from the top floor when I heard a scream from downstairs.

I only arrived two minutes earlier than you. "

His eyes inadvertently passed over Whiskey's left ear, and Conan's face showed the curiosity of a child who is always attracted by new things:

"Brother Karasuma, the ruby ​​on your left ear is so beautiful."

It's almost exactly the same as the fake gem that Kidd recognized as Pandora at Haru Sakura's dinner party.

At this time, Kudo Yukiko came over and joined the topic:

"I'm sorry, this child is a bit curious. I hope it won't cause you any trouble."

At this moment, the police were actively investigating the scene and questioning relevant witnesses. The head of the branch, Fujino Miku, who was originally following Whiskey, was also summoned by the police. The rest were either watching the fun or caring about the case.

Kudo Yukiko looked at the young man standing alone in front of her, who was dressed incompatible with the current scene and even everyone around her, with calm and gentle eyes.

For a moment, Whiskey seemed to see another face.

He straightened up and maintained basic social etiquette:

"Curiosity is a child's nature. Conan was very measured and didn't bother me."

Hearing Whiskey's answer, Conan always felt that the other party meant something.

When her son was praised, as a mother, Kudo Yukiko didn't show it on her face, but she was very happy in her heart. However, in front of outsiders, she still spoke humbly, like a child who doesn't need to praise her.

Using Conan as a topic, the two of them chatted quietly for a while.

On the other side, with Yu Kudo present, the case of choosing one of three suspects soon came to light.

It had only been ten minutes since Kudo Yukiko had been talking to Whiskey when the real culprit behind the scenes knelt down and confessed, pouring out his last resort.

Of course, the police in Berry Country do not have the time to listen to the prisoner's tragic past.

Not a minute after the prisoner opened his mouth, and before the story reached its most touching climax, the policeman standing next to him handcuffed him one by one, and then two strong policemen, like eagles grabbing chickens, directly handcuffed each one with one arm. The prisoner grabbed him and left.

When leaving, the prisoner continued to mutter, which made the policemen's faces become more serious.

If it weren't for the presence of Whiskey, the head of the branch, Fujino Mikuwa, who didn't seem to care and was chatting nonchalantly with Kudo Yukiko and Conan, he might have slapped the prisoner on the face.

As the real murderer was taken away, Miku Fujino, who had previously negotiated the case with the police, trotted back quickly, and the eyes of the others gradually shifted to Whiskey.

Seeing this situation, Whiskey directly told Fujino Miku to go back and deal with the various rumors that were about to spread in the branch, and then walked towards the elevator.

At this time, Conan gave full play to the unreasonableness of a child, and kept pulling whiskey, saying that he had been to Karasuma House as a guest before and had a particularly delicious snack, and now that he was reciprocating, he also wanted to treat him to a taste of the restaurant he had just discovered. Delicious western restaurant.

Seeing Conan about to roll around on the ground, Kudo Yukiko thought it was funny and silently assisted:

“That’s how this kid is, he likes to share any good things with those close to him.

If the person he likes doesn't accept it, he can be so angry that he can cry for several nights. "

As soon as he walked in, he heard his wife arranging his son. Kudo Yusaku lowered his head and glanced at his son, whose expression was quickly distorted for a moment, and then said:

"Okay, Conan should be shy if you keep talking."

Looking down at Conan and stamping his feet angrily, Whiskey agreed to the invitation.

The restaurant is not far from here, just around the corner after exiting the company building.

At the dinner table, Kudo Yusaku and Whiskey started a conversation about his latest mystery novel.

Listening to the subtle temptation hidden in the storyline, Whiskey looked up at the world-class mystery novelist and replied very naturally:

"Mr. Kudo's works are really excellent. Unfortunately, although I am somewhat interested in reasoning, I really have no talent.

But as far as the storyline is concerned, I think the description of the policeman who died for justice is a bit too sloppy.

A policeman hiding behind the light should feel relieved at the moment he dies in the darkness. "

At least, he doesn't have to live through the series of interrogation methods that can drive people crazy after the undercover agent returns, the endless suspicion, and the constant rejection.

If you can survive safely in the darkness, no matter how firm your lofty beliefs are, you will inevitably be infected by the survival laws of the other world.

Whiskey will never forget the relief he felt at the last moment of his life when the undercover agent died in front of him.

Kudo Yusaku keenly captured the weak emotional fluctuations, and in the blink of an eye, all kinds of speculations arose in his mind.

This kind of mood swings should not be expected of a high-level cadre of a black organization.

Quickly suppressing the emotion that suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, Whiskey stopped revealing any trace of his true emotions in the following conversation.

After finishing the meal, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

After saying goodbye to Kudo Yusaku and the others, Whiskey walked slowly towards the parking place along the way he came. His exotic clothes attracted the attention of many people.

Among the crowd of curious or surprised looks, Whiskey was keenly aware of more than one look that was different from the first two situations.

Well, one has murderous intent, one does not, and this third one is a bit strange.

After getting into the low-key and luxurious new car, Whiskey didn't rush to start the car, but took out his mobile phone to check.

Looking at the information displayed in front of him, Whiskey sent an email directly to Gin who was far away in Langley and was preparing for tomorrow's operation.

To: Gin (gin)

Would you mind having a dead henchman.

From: Whiskey

After receiving the email, Gin immediately understood the meaning of Whiskey's email. He thought about it and then sent a reply to Whiskey.

He is still useful, give him some breathing space, and the rest is up to you.

After receiving the reply, Whiskey threw the phone aside, started the car and left.

In the house where Kudo Yusaku currently lives temporarily,

Conan, who had just returned here not long ago, received the latest news feedback from Shuichi Akai who sent people out to track whiskey:

"I lost it."

"Oh."

There was no trace of surprise on Conan's face.

After hanging up the phone, Conan looked at his father seriously:

"Dad, what kind of person do you think Whiskey is?"

Kudo Yusaku put down the book in his hand, thought for a while, as if he was considering his words, and finally said in a very calm tone:

"A very sober man."

wide awake?

Conan's face showed confusion.

Yes, a terrifyingly sober person.

A person who sees through everything and everyone around him and clearly watches his own destiny.

In this world, there are many people with extraordinary talents and talents. As far as Kudo Yusaku is concerned, he has met many geniuses, and among them there are many geniuses who are good at scheming cities and playing with people's hearts.

This kind of people seem to be born to stir up troubles and leave their own bright light in this world.

Whiskey also belongs to this category, and can even be said to be the best among them. However, in Whiskey's eyes, Kudo Yusaku cannot see the characteristics that this type of person usually possesses.

There is no arrogance of being superior, no contempt of looking down on all living beings.

The ability to stir up troubles, control the current situation, and gain insight into people's hearts, which can invisibly lure people into the endless abyss, brings people a sense of accomplishment and emotional value that is far beyond what other abilities can match.

How many geniuses are addicted to it, either enjoying the pleasure of controlling the fate of others, or forgetting their original intentions in the baptism of success again and again.

But what Kudo Yusaku saw in Whiskey's eyes was a sobriety that saw through everything, and only endless indifference to the world.

This world has never been black and white. For a person who is too sober, falling from the light into the darkness, sober enough to face the whiskey that comes from the malice of fate, there is undoubtedly only pain.

At night, Kudo Yukiko brought the coffee in her hand to Kudo Yusaku who was working on the manuscript. She glanced at the new character description that her husband had added to the electronic manuscript and couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

'Sheeran, the true shadow of Modranth, a true duke.

That was a child who lived in this world relying on his mother's love. He was sober enough to accept the only choice that fate gave him.

On the day when he entered the darkness, what supported him to continue living was not only the thin love, but also the hatred imprinted in his soul.

When he gained supreme authority in the endless abyss, he foresaw his future more clearly.

The next day, the manor, which had not seen a visitor for a long time, received a white dove that sent a message...'

Looking at the brief text description, Kudo Yukiko clearly realized that the new character portrayed by her husband Kudo Yusaku actually refers to the whiskey she met today.

The young man with only desolation in his eyes.

In an apartment near the FBI headquarters building,

After Akai Shuichi heard Kudo Yusaku's description of whiskey relayed by Conan, he immediately asked:

"Do Mr. Kudo and Ms. Yukiko have any other opinions about whiskey?"

Conan recounted all his parents’ other views on whiskey, and then concluded:

"This is the first time my father has given such a high evaluation to others."

Akai Shuichi did not continue to ask, but a thought came to his mind:

If Kudo Yusaku himself faced off against whiskey, what chance would he have of winning?

After looking at the time, Shuichi Akai said good night to Conan on the other side of the phone. Then after hanging up the phone, he took the sniper rifle bag at hand and got on the plane with his companion Yahea who also carried the sniper rifle. Flight to Langley.

According to the latest intelligence from the FBI, Bellmode left Washington.

The destination is Langley, where the CIA is headquartered.

...

It's still the top floor of that ordinary building,

After learning that Bellmode had left Washington, he changed out of his daytime clothes and wore a black whiskey suit and ordered Toru Amuro on the other side of the phone:

"In that case, then you can go to Langley with me the day after tomorrow morning."

"Yes."

Toru Amuro on the other side of the phone deserves the utmost respect.

He didn't ask Whiskey what he was going to do next, why he wasn't going to Langley until the day after tomorrow.

Today is the day after Whiskey promised Major General Satchel to get rid of FBI Chief of Staff Dakota Garcia. In the three-day period, only tomorrow is the last day.

Thinking about it, Whiskey would only leave Washington after killing Dakota Garcia.

I just don't know how Whiskey plans to deal with the other party quietly.

After ending the communication with Toru Amuro, the whiskey continued to remain on the dark top floor of the building.

Turning off all the lights in the room, Whiskey sat on the smooth floor, looking at the large floor-to-ceiling windows that shed a sliver of moonlight in front of him, quietly waiting for the arrival of twelve o'clock at midnight.

The clock struck twelve, and the familiar drug attack plunged Whiskey into uncontrollable pain again.

At the same time, Dakota Garcia, who was already asleep at home, was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door.

With a sleepy face, Dakota Garcia first glanced at the peephole with deep vigilance, then put away the vigilance in her eyes and opened the door.