Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

The dark and surging waves seemed to swallow everything. The dark rocks smashed the waves. Where the sea and the sky met, the night was thick and there were no stars or moonlight in the sky.

The world is vast and only darkness remains.

Suddenly, a pale hand stretched out from the sharp sea cliff, faintly blue in the night.

Then, another hand pushed up a pitch-black A3-sized object.

Dark liquid mixed with sea water dripped down his muscular arms as a man struggled to turn over and climb up the cliff.

The man's golden hair was slightly dimmed by the night, and stuck wetly to his face and neck, making him look a bit dishevelled.

His dark green eyes were still bright even without light, like a lone wolf in the jungle. One could sense the dangerous aura raging around him with just one glance.

He was also very tired. He sat on the cold rock and wrung out his hair inch by inch.

The troublesome black windbreaker had been thrown into the sea by him and had been torn to pieces at some point.

Gin took off his inner sweater, took out the damp bullets and blades inside, stood up and went to the deep forest in the distance to find dead branches and leaves, and used the most primitive method to make fire by rubbing two woods together.

This is an unknown island. Apart from his cell phone which was damp and unusable, the only thing Gin had on him was his portable computer which he risked his life to keep.

The sea was surging, and the howling wind swept in, creating huge waves.

The blazing flames became crooked under the land breeze, as if they could go out at any time. The fire gradually weakened, and the originally bright flames began to dim, leaving only weak flames swaying in the wind.

Lu Feng seemed to want to put out the fire and let everything return to darkness and silence.

Gin's gloomy face was made even more eerie by the firelight. He threw the bullet into the fire, and after a loud bang, the flames grew bigger.

He didn't dare put his cell phone and computer too close to the fire, and after drying his clothes, he sat farther away from the flames.

The cell phone still couldn't be turned on, most likely damaged by the sea water. The computer had been used for thirteen years, and Gin didn't have much hope for it.

He looked at the dark starless sky, closed his eyes and felt the wind blowing past his ears.

So this is what it feels like to be submerged in the sea, to be suffocated to death, this is what it feels like.

The reason he ended up in this situation was simply because he went to the United States on a mission. Who would have thought that by chance, he would find the computer left behind by that person.

Later, he was hunted here.

It was a shame for him.

However, this also allowed him to guess some facts and truths that had been deliberately concealed back then.

For example, why did that person want him to get a code name so eagerly? Why did that person make such a resolute arrangement, as if he was entrusting his son to someone else before his death? Why did that person die so strangely? All traces of his existence were erased so hastily that only the words of a few old friends could exist about him.

The truth that Gin had been searching for for many years finally came to light, unfortunately and fortunately.

Gin carefully recalled the details he had overlooked and pondered everything.

He doesn't dare to contact the organization rashly now. Although his mobile phone can no longer be used for communication, it contains a positioning chip, which is said to be fire-resistant, water-resistant and high-temperature resistant. As long as it is broken into pieces, he can send his location directly to the organization.

However, the person who wanted him dead was obviously someone from the organization, most likely the second-in-command of the organization, Rum.

I have no weapons now. As long as Rum knows my location, he will definitely kill me at all costs.

After all, he had already practiced it once on his guardian.

Apart from a harmless reprimand, he didn't even suffer any financial loss.

Even he is like this, his power and status are not even comparable to his gin and rum, and he is even more unscrupulous.

I don’t know whether Vermouth received the final signal for help.

Gin wasn't sure, so he opened his eyes and tried to save the phone again.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he studied it, the phone remained useless, and it seemed that its only value was to take out the battery and use it for ignition.

For some unknown reason, he looked at the computer, and although he had no hope, he still put it in his arms.

During the day, he was busy escaping and had not taken a close look, but now he could check it out.

There are a few shallow scratches on the computer, and some commonly used keys are very smooth, and even the white paint has been worn off.

The computer was like a cell phone, and the dark screen reflected Gin's face in the firelight.

At this moment, he looked indescribably calm.

Behind me, there were bursts of insect chirping, the slight crackling sound of burning branches, and the rustling sound of waves hitting the shore and breaking foam.

Too quiet.

If the future were not uncertain, this island would be a rare holiday destination.

Over the past decade, ever since he left the training camp, he has naturally stayed away from all kinds of cruel natural environments. Even if it is necessary for a mission, he would not stay for long.

Being so exposed in the night, away from human habitation, reminded him of the last test in the training camp.

The same deep forest, the same wetness, the same helplessness.

The difference was that this time, there was someone watching him from the other side of the screen.

Maybe, there is still some protection.

A rare look of melancholy appeared on Gin's face, but it disappeared in an instant.

Because he was surprised to find that this computer, which should have been scrapped, actually turned on by itself.

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