Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

Lin Xiaochen carefully recalled the situation at that time and always felt it was a little strange. Unfortunately, that feeling was vague and would quickly dissipate once he concentrated his attention to grasp it.

The phone received an email from a stranger: [Brother, it's my birthday this week, let's get together? ] Lin Xiaochen looked at the familiar tone of the email content and replied puzzledly: [Who are you? I think I sent it to the wrong person]

Three minutes after sending the email, no response was received.

Lin Xiaochen threw his phone aside and ignored it.

The phone rang at this moment, and Lin Xiaochen picked up the phone: "Hello, who is this?"

"Who? Don't you recognize me? I'm Natsume Kotonoha."

"Natsume? I remember your phone number isn't this one?"

"I lost my phone a few days ago, so I bought a new one." Natsume Kotonoha said on the other end of the phone, "How about coming?"

"When and where?" Lin Xiaochen thought about the shift schedule, "I can rest until the day after tomorrow at most."

"Isn't this a coincidence? I'll send a car to pick you up and take you back to Tokyo at 7pm tomorrow. You can stay at my place for one night and eat right away tomorrow when you get up. How about that?"

Lin Xiaochen agreed: "Young Master is very wealthy, I will go."

"That's it, I'll hang up first."

Natsume Kotonoha is the eldest son of a chaebol family. No one knows why he doesn't just be a rich second-generation and instead becomes a policeman.

Lin Xiaochen stopped reading comics and grabbed the car keys to see what he could buy as a gift.

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Gin and his companion moved at 12th the speed and almost completed the long mission. However, due to a gang fight, they were running low on ammunition. Just as their car passed by the base, the two of them prepared to get out of the car to rest for a while and then continue on after replenishing their ammunition.

The two took the elevator to the second underground floor. In front of the familiar bar counter, sat a man with slightly graying temples. His peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth were smiling for no reason. He looked as if he was bathed in the spring breeze, and it can be seen that he was a very handsome man in his youth.

Gin glanced at the man and sat down on the sofa without saying a word.

Vodka was a little excited and walked over: "Sir, why are you here today?"

The man gave Vodka a kind smile and said, "Little brat, I have been staying here without seeing you guys. Who doesn't come here more often?"

Then, he turned his gaze to Gin who was sitting on the sofa smoking: "This kid is here too? It's rare. He must have just finished his mission."

Gin looked up and called out, "Chablis."

Chablis smiled at him and said, "Gin, is the mission going well?"

Gin crossed his legs, showing no respect for his seniors: "This doesn't seem like something you should be exploring."

Chablis raised an eyebrow, picked up the glass and took a sip.

Vodka stood aside, feeling a little overwhelmed. One was his elder brother, and the other was the senior who had brought him up. Both were the people he was closest to and trusted the most, and both had done him favors. For a moment, he didn't know how to adjust the atmosphere.

However, Chablis saw Vodka's dilemma and raised his chin to him: "Follow your big brother and work hard. If you make him angry, I won't help you."

Gin sneered in his heart, acting as if Chablis had no control over him.

But a different feeling still arose in his heart. Seeing Vodka nod in agreement obediently, he felt angry and stood up and walked towards the elevator.

Vodka looked at Chablis, and Chablis nodded to him, meaning go ahead.

Vodka raised his foot and tried to catch up, but Gin tilted his head and glared at him: "You continue to rest."

Chabli saw Vodka stop and hesitate, not daring to move forward. He jumped off the high chair, walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, drink with me, I'll talk to your eldest brother."

Chablis is an old man in the organization. He has been working in the organization since Gin was not yet Gin, and has been in charge of the personnel selection for this base.

Gin and Vodka both came from this base. Because of their good performance in the assessment, they were each adopted by a code member. Vodka was one of his subordinates.

The wine brought out a bottle of base wine, and Chablis was really satisfied with this kid.

As for Gin, his guardian is also a bottle of Gin. The code names in the organization will not be repeated. Gin can be said to have stepped on the corpse of his predecessor Gin to get to the top.

Chablis glanced sideways in the direction of the elevator and called the bartender to mix the vodka.

Gin was so angry that he went up to watch the cannon fodder in the base training.

When several instructors saw Gin coming, they greeted him respectfully: "Sir, do you have any instructions?"

"When is the next assessment?" Gin leaned against the wall and smoked, using his eyes to drive away the children who were looking at him.

"It just ended yesterday. The next one will be in a month." An instructor said, "Do you want to see the results?"

Gin lowered his head to smoke, and the instructor tactfully took out a tablet, pulled up the list and held it in front of Gin.

Gin took the tablet, glanced at it briefly, and silently threw it back to the instructor.

"Isn't this a practical test?" Gin's voice was vague.

"The police have been very strict in recent years, and practical assessments in China have almost been cancelled." The instructor replied, "Do you...want to train your subordinates yourself?"

Gin gave the instructor a sharp look, as he thought the instructor talked too much and he didn't have the time to raise a child.

He was in a bad mood at the moment, and he read out the number of the first person on the list: "Call him over."

The instructor looked at a silver-haired boy in the distance and secretly sighed that the boy was so lucky.

The silver-haired boy who was called over was also overjoyed. He walked up to Gin nervously and excitedly: "Sir, I'm 07..."

"Take it to the fighting arena." Gin interrupted him. He happened to have just received the mission report from Cointreau, so he chose to read it first.

The silver-haired boy was led by the instructor to the newly expanded fighting room, looking back every few steps.

The instructor looked at the boy's excited look and told him: "Perform well later. Your chance will come. If you can be selected by this master, you will really be able to rise to the top in one step."

The silver-haired boy nodded: "Instructor, who is this adult?"

"He..." The instructor was about to speak, but he caught a glimpse of Gin coming in from the corner of his eye, so he stopped talking and said, "Sir."

Gin glanced at the door.

The instructor was about to open the door and leave, but Gin made an impatient "tsk" sound.

The instructor then stood by the door.

Gin walked onto the fighting arena, and the silver-haired boy followed him.

Before the boy could stand firm, Gin kicked him and sent him flying into a corner of a pillar covered with sponge.

He knelt on the ground, supporting himself with one hand and covering his abdomen with the other hand, coughing, and showed no intention of getting up for a long time.

Gin didn't have the patience to wait for him to finish coughing, so he walked up to him, raised his foot, and kicked him back to the center of the venue.

"Stand up." Gin impatiently took out his cigarette case and took out a cigarette, "My patience is limited."

The silver-haired boy felt as if his internal organs were shattered, and the severe pain made him unable to even stretch his body.

"Is this the number one in the base?" Gin's eyes were cold and playful. "When did you come to the base?"

"...five years ago..." the instructor answered tremblingly.

Gin sneered: "Go ask what happened in this base ten years ago."