Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

(Lin Yucheng pure black warning)

(Hollands perspective)

1

On the first day after the first snow melted, Hollands set up a barbecue grill in the yard and sat on a small stool to warm up his wine.

He squinted his eyes comfortably, quietly watching the water droplets sparkle and the white plum blossoms fall, emitting the last faint fragrance.

He just celebrated his 50th birthday a month ago, but his face looks like a middle-aged man in his 30s. Time has been particularly kind to him.

"Drinking again." A man in black clothes hooked over the small stool with one foot, snatched the small celadon wine glass with one hand, and sat down. "You just recovered from your illness, don't you want to die?"

"A Zhen is back?" Hollans smiled helplessly, without any dissatisfaction that disturbed his interest, and his tone was full of doting, "How have you been recently?"

Gin, also known as Kurosawa Jin, was adopted by Hollands from the mission site at the age of twelve. From then on, he lived in this villa and was taught by Hollands himself. At the age of sixteen, he successfully led a large-scale mission independently for the first time and was given a code name. At the age of eighteen, because the increasingly frequent missions affected Hollands's cultivation, he moved out of the villa and lived in an independent apartment only three hundred meters away. He would visit the "empty nester" Hollands six and a half days out of seven days a week. At the age of twenty-two, under Hollands's opposition, he became the new leader of the action team, breaking the internal record of the organization and maintaining it to this day.

From then on, he took over Hollands's role as a model worker and started an endless stream of work.

But even though he was very busy, he would always take a few days every month to stay at Hollands' villa. Even if he was really busy, he would come, even if it was just to take a look from a distance through the gap in the curtains.

Hollands: I feel like an empty nester...

"It's OK, but there are more and more rats, which makes it a bit difficult to deal with." Kurosawa Jin lightly skipped the topic, covering up the blood behind it, "I found two more recently. I kept them and waited for them to spit out information."

"That's right." Hollands didn't judge too much. In his eyes, the child had already grown up at a very fast pace. He respected all the choices made by the child. "A Zhen is getting more and more powerful."

Kurosawa Jin raised his head slightly, his expression not showing but a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.

This child has been arrogant since he was young!

Hollands' smile deepened, "How's Uozuka doing lately? Are you guys cooperating well?"

"Not bad." Kurosawa Jin said, "I recently sent him on an independent mission. This was also Chablis's idea."

"He has free time now. He runs around with Malbec and leaves all the chores to you." Hollans seemed to be speaking up for Kurosawa Jin. "Since he has given you everything, you can do whatever you want. You can order him around. Don't worry about him making things difficult for you."

Kurosawa Jin nodded with satisfaction. Although he had planned this way at the beginning, he was still happy to have the support of the people he cared about.

"When Vodka comes back, I can stay in Tokyo permanently again." Kurosawa Jin mentioned his plans as if by accident, "Are you planning to go out for a walk too?"

Hollands thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to Tottori to see Mr. in a few days. You can come with me."

Kurosawa Jin frowned slightly, but quickly nodded: "Okay."

"What's the mission tomorrow?" Hollands smiled. "Can we eat at home?"

"There's an information exchange tomorrow," Kurosawa Jin said, and after a moment added, "We're going to Dorobiga Amusement Park. I'll be back for lunch."

Hollands' fingertips trembled slightly and his eyelashes drooped in thought.

How could he forget this? Since coming to this world, apart from being able to rely on the puppets to achieve an alternative kind of eternal life, he no longer had any other golden fingers, and he also lost the hope of returning home. So he followed Karasuma Renya to build a huge career, and then adopted batches of children to kill time. He spent nearly a hundred years contentedly living in the status quo, and his memories of the Conan world in his previous life had long been blurred.

However, he has not forgotten the root of all evil in this world.

Thinking of Kurosawa Jin’s age, Hollands felt a bit of a headache.

Seeing his long silence, Kurosawa Jin placed his warm palm on Hollans' forehead: "What's wrong with you?"

Hollands came back to his senses: "There are more and more official rats. You must be careful when you act. Remember what I said."

"If you don't remove the roots, the grass will grow again in the spring breeze." Hei Zezhen continued, "I know."

"Well, who is the intelligence provider for this mission? Is he reliable?"

"He's Bourbon, one of Rum's men," Kurosawa Jin replied. "His recent actions have been a little suspicious, so I've been sending people to keep an eye on him. But despite that, he's always been very reliable in terms of mission intelligence."

"Yeah." Hollands nodded, and then began to help him analyze all the details of this mission in detail, just like before Kurosawa Jin's first independent mission, he called Kurosawa Jin to the study and explained the key points and experiences to him bit by bit.

Kurosawa Jin listened carefully, even though this was a very simple task, even though it was a small incident where he had completed many similar tasks, he still listened carefully.

Looking at Hollans counting on his fingers and analyzing the details in a steady and fluent tone, Kurosawa Jin's mouth curled up slightly.

He listened patiently for a long, long time.

Hollands racked his brains to think about all the accidents that might happen. Finally, he looked at the gradually dying stove and sighed: "Be careful."

Kurosawa Jin was surprised at his excessive nervousness, but he was confident that nothing unexpected would happen this time, so he said, "I know. If you're really worried, why don't you come with me? How about you be my supervisor?"

Just like when I was a kid.

Hollands hesitated.

After thinking it over again and again, he shook his head: "No, I believe you know your limits."

Kurosawa Jin hummed in disappointment.

Hollands lost interest in eating the barbecue. He just stood up, dusted off the dust on his body, and coughed twice involuntarily: "Be careful about everything. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me."

2

In the deep mountains surrounded by trees, the tall and magnificent Golden Villa stands there.

The sunlight poured into the quaint study. Karasuma Renye sat in a wheelchair wearing an oxygen mask, quietly watching the sun rising outside the window.

A servant reported: "Lord Hollands is here."

Karasuma Renya raised his hand to signal, and soon the servants opened the heavy door.

Hollans walked to the side of Karasuma Renye: "Sir."

Karasuma Renye nodded amiably and motioned for Hollans to sit next to him. "How are you? I heard from Brandy that you haven't been feeling well lately."

"It's nothing, I just caught a cold by accident." Hollands replied, "I'm sorry to have worried you, how have you been lately?"

"Same old." Karasuma Renye said calmly, "The South American training base has reported a few good talents, and I plan to let you take over the guidance."

"Sir, you have seen my body." Holance smiled, "I am afraid I don't have the energy. In my opinion, it is better to leave it to the young people."

"Haha, how old are you?" Karasuma Renya seemed amused by his words, or perhaps he was very satisfied that Hollans did not covet power. "Then tell me, who can I hand it over to? Gin, who came out of your hands, is a good seedling. Why not give it to him to try?"

Hollands shook his head. "He can't do that. I know his character very well. He doesn't have the patience to teach children. You don't want to ruin your talents in his hands."

Karasuma Renya smiled helplessly: "Didn't you have no patience when you were a child? Now you are not patient enough - you really should let Xia Shu listen to what you just said."

"Ah..." Karasuma Renya sighed, "Your grandfather and your father were not destined to have children... I still remember the way your grandfather held your father in front of me, and the way your father held your hand to show me. In the blink of an eye, you came to me with half-grown Gin and said that this was your heir... Alas, they are all gone."

Both generations of Jundu died at the age of fifty or so. Urawara Renye was afraid that their descendants would repeat the same mistake, so he first changed the hereditary code name to the rare wine name Hollands, and then specifically instructed the research and medical teams to take good care of Hollands' health.

Unfortunately, the health of this child, who he paid special attention to, was still worrying.

"Time flies." Karasuma Renya said with some sadness, "It's been so long, I can hardly remember what Sanlin "2" looks like."

"Next time I'll let Ah Zhen bring a child to you to cherish." Hollands suddenly spoke up, answering a question that was not asked, "I'll also try what it feels like to be a grandfather."

Karasuma Renya laughed: "I don't have any children either, but I think even if I did, I wouldn't be as lucky as you."

Hollands smiled and said, "Please don't exclude me."

For a moment, the scene was warm.

"Since you are unwilling to train him yourself, just hand it over to the person you have chosen." Karasuma Renya returned to the topic, "I believe in your vision, Xiaoxi."

Hollands nodded: "Okay, speaking of which, how is the Information Department doing recently? Is Hiroki Sawada still useful?"

Karasuma Renya hummed in satisfaction, his tone revealing joy: "He is indeed a genius - not much inferior to you."

"I'm still here sir." Hollands coughed lightly, "I'm a little cold."

The servant who was serving him immediately brought a hand warmer.

"I'm planning to hold a party tonight," said Karasuma Renya. "Rum, Pisco and the others will come. You can call Gin over as well. Does he have a mission?"

"I don't know either." Hollands sighed helplessly and stood up. "I just remember that he was very busy, sir. After all, I raised him as my son. Please think of me as loving and find a few people to share some of the tasks. Originally, he and I had agreed to bring him to see you today, but he was tied up by the mission again."

"Those who are capable should do more work." Karasuma Renye looked at Hollans disapprovingly.

"Don't let him take care of some minor tasks." Hollands tilted his head. "It's too cheap for him to take on things like robbery and intimidation. I always feel that there is something wrong with the task allocation model."

"Haha, then you should think of a better replacement." Karasuma Renya said, "After all, the organization is developing, and the previous distribution is indeed inappropriate, but I don't have the energy to manage it. Rum and the others are of the same generation as your father, and they can't keep up with the times."

"You can use me."

Hollands stood up and said, "I'll go find Uncle Xian and ask him if he wants to raise a child."

"Okay, go ahead and ask." Karasuma Renya said with a smile on his face, "But I'm afraid it won't be as you wish."

In a sense, Karasuma Renye was right. Pisk declined Hollans' invitation: "I'm busy expanding overseas business. Besides, I haven't been on the front line for a long time, and I don't know the key points of training anymore."

Hollands sighed, "That can't be helped. Looks like these little ones are going to suffer."

Pisco thought of Gin's style and smiled: "He has some of your style when you were young."

Hollands smiled bitterly: "When I was his age, I had already started raising children."

Pisk waved his hand: "You can't compare him like that. After all, he is still under your wing. However, I do have a candidate here. See if he can do it."

"You say it, you say it."

"Irish Whiskey." Pisk said, "The kid I told you about is about the same age as Gin. He can do some practical work in the next few years. I happened to bring him here today. See if he is qualified."

"Okay, I'll meet him." Hollands agreed readily.

Pisk quickly called over Ellai, a tall and strong man with light yellow hair, a typical European appearance, and a slightly fierce face.