Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

Jundu was so anxious that he was spinning around in front of the computer. He racked his brains for an entire afternoon before he remembered that he had brought his computer with him when he was on the mission. Although it was probably disposed of by someone and maybe nothing was left after so many years, the only thing that could still send that message was this computer.

With the attitude of trying everything possible, Cointreau spent another five or six hours trying to get in touch with the computer. Although he didn't know why computers from more than ten years ago could be so advanced, finding Gin was the most important thing now, so he didn't care too much.

Fortunately, after an afternoon of hard work, he finally succeeded.

He sent out his first message:

[A Zhen? Are you okay? I am Cointreau]

The computer's camera was built-in, and although it was mostly broken, at this moment, seeing the conspicuous gold in the corner of the screen, Cointreau quickly determined that the person was Gin. After all, in the organization, he had never seen another person with such long brown hair.

He saw the man raise his hand, the picture shook, and then Gin's handsome face with doubt and vigilance appeared in Jundu's eyes.

Gin's lips opened and closed, and Cointreau tried to identify the shape of his lips:

"Who are you?"

Cointreau raised his eyebrows and typed:

I am Cointreau

There was a flash of surprise in Gin's eyes, but he concealed it in an instant. He was afraid that his lip reading would cause the other party to misunderstand him, so this time he spoke in Morse code, but perhaps because of signal problems, there were obvious delays at a few points.

Cointreau didn't notice, he still translated Gin's words very smoothly:

"Cointreau, who told you the news?"

"Vermouth, crush the positioning chip. I will detect it immediately and send out a bait signal."

Cointreau typed this line.

Gin hesitated for a moment, but still did not move.

Jundu frowned and urged: "You are in danger now."

Worried that the other party might be concerned about the organization, he added, "I'll make arrangements, don't worry."

Gin's eyes were gloomy. He stroked the side of the computer with his index finger and felt a faint scratch. He felt it carefully and found that it was an L. It should be because of repeated use that the original H became lighter.

Hollands, didn't you say that no one could hack into your computer?

Or is it that he and I are really different in your eyes?

Gin unconsciously thought further ahead.

In the firelight, his body felt warm, and he felt an inexplicable sense of ease and relaxation.

Or let's just stay on the island and not worry about anything.

Gin put the computer aside and used a branch to stir the fire, trying to make it burn more vigorously.

"Gin, Gin? What's wrong with you? Please reply when you see the message."

The text on the screen changed again.

Gin gave him a faint glance, seemingly not caring at all.

"Gin? What are you worried about? It's okay. No matter what happens, I will come to pick you up personally."

Gin's dark green eyes were dark at the moment, and he tapped his knuckles:

[Nothing, just be prepared]

Then, he took out the scrapped mobile phone, pried it open with a dagger, and then took out a chip the size of a fingernail. He shook it roughly where the camera was and asked, "Can you see it?"

Cointreau quickly replied: "Sure, count down to 321 and break it into pieces. I have everything ready."

Gin pinched the small chip between two fingers, he lowered his head and looked at it for a long time, as if he was making some kind of decision.

"Don't worry Gin, I will never let anything happen to you."

The moment the words appeared, Gin crushed the chip.

[Don't worry, Zhen. I will never let anything happen to you.]

Jundu watched the words being washed away by the data and silently clenched his teeth.

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Shirley: So? You just leave us here???