Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

"Okay, let me see, why does it take so long?" Lin Xiaochen asked.

[There is too much data~ But host, can you really remember them? 】

"Don't worry about it."

The system threw a file package into the background. Lin Xiaochen clicked on it to take a look. The densely packed tiny handwriting made his eyes hurt.

The system understood Lin Xiaochen's temper and had arranged them in chronological order. Lin Xiaochen looked at the number of victims who had increased significantly after seven years and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Although he knew that the appearance of the protagonist would inevitably drive the development of the story, and he also knew that this was a love mystery comic, so it was normal to have many cases, but, was it really true that there were an average of five cases a day?

Lin Xiaochen chose to ignore it. Fortunately, there were not many characters before the story began, and Lin Xiaochen quickly remembered Passerby A.

【Host……】

"Hmm? Finished checking?"

【emm, please wait a moment】

Lin Xiaochen waited patiently. According to the system, the General Administration was conducting a large-scale search recently, so the system authority was restricted.

【qwq………………】

Lin Xiaochen looked at the line that appeared in the void... His mouth twitched

"Who?"

[He Yueming, civilian in the Trace Inspection Division of the Special Agents Bureau, 25 years old]

"You are crazy, you are really crazy, why... why are you pulling in everyone?" Lin Xiaochen was speechless.

"Civil servants, students, huh!" Lin Xiaochen was so angry that he almost laughed, "Why don't you bring a disabled person?"

[It’s all the main system’s fault.]

"Alright, alright." Lin Xiaochen pinched his brows, "Tell me first, what is his mission?"

【I……】

"Don't say you don't have permission. Apply now and say it was an accident." Lin Xiaochen's smile faded. "Hurry up."

【I'll go to the host now∠(°ゝ°)】

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The black car drove over the gravel road and headed towards the suburbs.

The two men in black sat in silence. The one driving on the left was short and fat, with his mouth tightly pursed, as if he was afraid of the man next to him.

The man on the right has a striking head of long brown hair. He is smoking a cigarette while flipping through emails on his phone. He looks relaxed and has a carefree attitude.

Suddenly, the relaxed atmosphere around that person became strange, and a hint of murderous intent gradually filled the small space. The man next to him shuddered involuntarily and silently turned off the air conditioner.

"Vodka, turn around and go for the popcorn." Gin put out his cigarette, his expression gloomy.

Vodka operated the car skillfully. As their long-term partnership, he knew Gin's temper very well, so he wisely chose to keep silent at this moment.

The Porsche 356A drove towards the busy commercial street, and the antique car parked on the roadside attracted the attention of some people.

Gin was sitting in the passenger seat, with the last message displayed on his phone's address book.

[The kid came out of the base, and the gentleman gave Cointreau the code name - Rum]

Cointreau?

Gin sneered, it was indeed a code name that could not be obtained easily.

A shadow approached and knocked on the window. Gin rolled the window down a crack and signaled the other person to get in the car with his eyes.

There was a mysterious light in the man's purple and gold pupils. He sat in the back seat and called out softly, "Ah Zhen."

"Zhen" has the same pronunciation as "gin", and Vodka was unaware of it and just felt that he was saying hello.

Gin sneered, knowing that the other party was calling his name.

Gin himself didn't know what kind of feelings he had for this person. Maybe he cared about him, or maybe it was more of a hatred. But that person would eventually work for him in the future, and he wasn't the kind of person who couldn't distinguish between public and private, so he just ignored him.

"Follow me from now on." Gin said concisely.

The man nodded: "I know."

"This is vodka." Gin introduced.

The young man still nodded obediently.

Through the rearview mirror, Gin saw the man's face clearly.

The black hair on her temples was wet and stuck to her skin. She lowered her head, and her long eyelashes cast shadows on her fair skin. She clasped her hands together at the base of her thighs, and only nodded slightly when asked questions.

Gin frowned at the dead look in his every move. He took out the cigarette in annoyance and held it in his mouth without lighting it.

"Is the training camp tough?" Gin asked casually while motioning to Vodka, who was also observing the other party, to drive.

The young man, who should be called Cointreau, looked up when he heard the words and leaned forward unconsciously, trying to see the expression on Gin's face, but the car was too dark and Gin's hat was pulled down very low.

"Yeah." Jundu responded softly, "They said that as long as I pass the exam, they will let me see you."

"Hmph." Gin sneered and did not comment.

Vodka sensed that Gin's mood was improving, and also felt the low pressure in the back seat, so he spoke to ease the atmosphere: "The training camp is indeed not a good place, but it's good to get out."

Cointreau ignored him, and Gin glanced at Vodka: "Are you feeling emotional?"

Vodka shrank his neck, thinking of the series of strange yet reasonable developments in the final assessment, and decided not to say anything.

The atmosphere in the car cooled down, and as the car drove out of the city again, Jun Du suddenly asked, "Can I live with Zhen?"

"No." Gin refused without even thinking, "Where's your safe house?"

"I don't know. No one told me."

Gin said nothing. The car stopped in front of an apartment building. Gin threw the key back and said, "Get out of the car. The safe house is yours."