Conan, My Neighbor Kurosawa Jin

"When I was young, I was ignorant and liked to climb trees. But I didn't know how to do it, so I especially liked to climb to high places. For example, climbing on a chair to get on the cabinet, or climbing up the wall from the window, or sitting on the window of a high building. , anyway, it’s as exciting as it comes.

At that time, I often made my brother angry, but he had a good temper and never said harsh words to me. He just taught me little by little. Later, I had health problems and lost the energy I had before. As I grew older, I gradually became more sensible. "Imiko said with some nostalgia in his heart.

"As for you, it's better to be more lively." Gin looked at Imaguchi who was a little sad and comforted him.

"Yes, my brother also said that it's just that he's really not active anymore." Imaguchi leaned on the car seat and smiled helplessly. Maybe he was pretending to be good at first, but then his body gradually became unable to support his liveliness, and after so many years, he got used to it.

"Don't you like shooting? Come with me later and I'll teach you." Gin suddenly said, which stunned Vodka who was driving in front of him and opened his mouth not knowing what to say.

"Okay." Imaguchi looked at Gin in surprise, then nodded, but he was just a little curious.

Although Gin is a member of the organization, there is definitely no shortage of guns within the organization, and there may even be missiles and so on. However, although Japan does not have strict control over guns, ordinary people are not allowed to use guns, and there is no place to practice guns. Where will Gin take him to practice guns?

Imaguchi was a little tired after struggling for so long, so he sat on the comfortable car and slowly fell asleep leaning on Gin's arm.

Seeing that Imaguchi was asleep, Gin didn't call him, but just picked up the contents of his box and looked at it.

Although the books in the box are relatively old, Uncle Imakou Xindiao has a better taste, so the contents of the books are still interesting.

Gin took the book and slowly read it.

……

Imaguchi opened his eyes and found that he was half lying in Gin's arms, and Gin was looking at his mobile phone. The scenery outside looked familiar, and he should be arriving in Tokyo soon.

"Azhen, are we almost there?" Imaguchi rubbed his eyes and looked at the high-rise buildings outside, slowly turning into low-rise bungalows, and the crowds gradually getting smaller. He was a little curious about where he was going.

"Almost." Gin put down his phone and got a bottle of water for Imaguchi.

"Oh." Imaguchi held the bottle of water and opened it in a daze. It wasn't until he took a sip of water that he gradually woke up.

The car quickly stopped and parked outside a factory building.

"There is a shooting range here, but there may be people there usually, so try not to come by yourself." Gin reminded Imaguchi while pulling him inside.

"Well, this is indeed a good place for shooting." Imaguchi looked at the factory building with no human beings a mile or two away, and couldn't help but nodded. It was really a good place to kill people and dismember them!

Walking into the factory, the inside and outside are two completely different worlds. The outside of the factory is very shabby, but the inside of the factory can only be described in two words: high-end.

Various designs with a strong sense of modernity, the overall style is cold and hard, and it looks deserted. Gin pressed a few times on the wall, and a background wall of various guns appeared.

Looking at the densely packed guns on it, Imaguchi felt like he was drooling a little. Every one of them is super cool, right?

Gin helped choose a few suitable guns on the wall and asked Imaguchi to choose which one he liked.

Imaguchi finally chose a black pistol with silver patterns. It looked very cool and felt like a gun used by a professional killer. Of course, this gun might have actually killed someone.

"Come, stand here. With your feet shoulder-width apart, your hands flat, your eyes aimed forward, follow this line to find the target position, and then hold the pistol firmly." Gin held Imaguchi's heart and taught him how to shoot. .

With his heart in Gin's arms, Imaguchi fired at the target as he said, but he deliberately missed the target.

"I hit it." Imaguchi looked at Gin with a smile, and Gin nodded. The eight rings looked okay, better than he expected.

but……

"I remember that you were pretty accurate at shooting before. Why are you not making any progress now?" Gin looked at Imaguchi teasingly, obviously having exposed his trick.

Four years ago, when they were playing with balloons at the temple fair, although Imaguchi's marksmanship was not that good, he was still relatively accurate. A gun that had been adjusted could reach this level.

But now that it's a real gun, Imagination has made no progress at all. Gin doesn't believe it at all if there's nothing fishy about it.

It was precisely because he knew Imaguchi had a solid foundation that Gin brought him here to practice shooting.

"Ha..." Imaguchi blushed and pretended not to understand.

"It's been a long time since I've practiced, so I'm a little shaky! If you teach me more, maybe I'll be able to find my hand again in a while." Imaguchi turned his head away and put Gin's hand on his own. .

"Heh, okay." Gin laughed and said nothing more, but said "familiar feeling" with Imaguchi's heart.

The two of them practiced like this for an hour, and the place Imaguchi shot was getting closer and closer to the red heart, until they reached the back, one shot at a time.

"How's it going?" Imaguchi smiled proudly.

"Not bad." Gin nodded. Despite the fact that Imaguchi deliberately made trouble at the beginning, his shooting ability was indeed good.

"As long as it's good!" Imaguchi didn't insist on it. He was already satisfied if he could get a good comment.

After all, Imaguchi is not particularly good at pistols. He still prefers a sniper compared to pistols, but it is a pity that he cannot touch this thing.

"Have you ever learned this before?" Gin loaded the gun and fired a few shots at the moving target in the distance.

I'm a little curious in my heart. Imaguchi's health has improved a lot since he came back this time, but a few years ago he could really be said to be delicate and frail.

Although he was more interested in these, Gin had seen military books on shooting, tanks, etc., as well as novels on similar war weapons on his bookcase more than once.

But in fact, Imaguchi couldn't even use a pistol with a stronger recoil, and it was even less likely that he would have the energy to practice shooting, unless he was a shooting genius.

"I practiced for a while, but then my health got too bad, so I gave it up. But I quite liked it, so I also practiced later, but I never used a real gun." Imaguchi said with some regret. Later, when I wanted to practice, I had to shoot targets in the arcade. Thinking about it, I felt a little depressed.

"It's okay, it's not too late to practice now." Gin was really surprised this time. He didn't expect Axin to be so talented in shooting.

Gin handed him the gun Imaguchi had just chosen.

"Just hold this gun, it's for self-defense!"

"You just gave it to me like this?" Imaguchi looked a little surprised at the pistol he was playing with.

Just give him the gun directly, aren't you afraid that he might cause something?

"Are you still going to use him to kill people?" Gin looked at Imaguchi with contempt.

Imaguchi smiled and shook his head. Well, he really didn't know how. The gun seemed useless to him. It just gave him one more reason to hold the gun.