Gin is doing charity again today [Comprehensive]

The mixture of gunpowder smoke and blood gave off a strange and pungent smell, accompanied by a hot liquid splashed on Gin, which woke him up from his sleep.As soon as he opened his eyes, a scarlet color quickly diffused across the retina, and the world in front of him was covered with a tragic bloody light.

Subconsciously raised his hand to wipe his face, Gin looked down and saw that his hand was covered with sticky warm blood.The blood seemed to have been left in the air for a long time, and it had already been oxidized into a lifeless red-black lump, and it smelled disgusting when it was crushed.

His eyes flickered, he was not in a hurry to explore the source of the blood, but looked around first, looking for other people.It stands to reason that Akai Shuichi and the others traveled back together with him, so they should be near him, but he searched around, but he didn't find half of them, instead he saw many miserable corpses.

Broken limbs everywhere, bathed in the cold sun, floating on the seemingly endless blood that converged into rivers, made Qin Jiu think for a moment that No. 97 had made a mistake in positioning and sent himself to hell or the battlefield.However, the familiar Tokyo Tower not far away ruthlessly broke his guess and told him bluntly: You have returned to modern Japan that has just become a hell on earth.

This thought was like a sudden sharp arrow, piercing through the chaos in Qin Jiu's mind, making him jump up abruptly, while looking around in surprise and suspicion, he accidentally kicked over the wooden box by his feet.

what happened?What happened in modern times when he returned to the Heian era to do missions?World War III?Or an alien invasion?

Gin, who had always been sober and calm, tasted dazed and bewildered for the first time. What the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in front of him brought him was not fear, but the fear and hesitation that the situation was out of control.Dominated by this complicated and tangled emotion, he unconsciously ran two steps forward, accidentally tripped over the wooden box he kicked over, and almost fell back into the bloody water.

The out-of-focus eyes accidentally touched the box with distinctive Usaki style, and his eyes froze, and he quickly picked it up and opened it.Seeing that the Piaomiao sword that was originally placed inside was nowhere to be found, and the Jinghong sword was not with him, leaving only No. 97 blowing up to the sky, but he wished that he would never use the "Heavenly God Yuyi" in his life.

Gently caressing the thin and soft clothes with blood-soaked hands, Gin closed his eyes forcefully, took a few deep breaths, and cooled his slightly feverish brain with the help of the ubiquitous smell of blood in the air.

The moment he calmed down, a sudden thought flashed through his mind - could he be dreaming?

Thinking of this, Gin opened his eyes again indifferently, and was shocked to see that the scene in front of him quickly turned gray like a faded mural, then solidified, mottled, cracked, and then turned into rock powder and ashes.

The field of vision was distorted into the deepest abyss in the world in the dim blood, and countless tyrannical and sinister eyes shot out from it, tightly entangled and bound his hands and feet, as if to drag him in and assimilate him into one of them, the coldness and coldness The breath of the blood poured into his body continuously through the pores and nasal cavity, almost freezing his internal organs and blood flow.

Gin's body stiffened, his face flushed and tightened in pain.The muscles and bones seemed to be broken and shattered in the extreme cold that flowed through the whole body. He stretched himself into a sieve.

In the extreme torment, his fingers curled up with difficulty to grasp the only "Tianjin Yuyi" that hadn't disappeared, helplessly and desperately pinning his hopes on this weapon that he didn't even want to look at in the past.

Fortunately, even though it was rejected by Gin in every possible way, "Tian Shen Yu Yi" did not live up to No. 97's eloquent praise.The moment he was grabbed by him, a cold and gentle breath penetrated into his fingertips, sweeping across his whole body from the nerve endings, destroying the vicious power entrenched in his body with a destructive force.

Just like being poured with a pot of cold water before a coma, or being enlightened by drinking a slap in the face when you are confused, Gin regains consciousness and consciousness with the help of the weak but all-conquering coolness, and breathes fresh air in large gulps to relieve constricted lungs. department.

He hugged the "Tianjin Yuyi" who had saved his life tightly in his arms, resisting the power of the abyss that almost tortured him to death, and was too exhausted to think about anything else.

However, when Gin's unreliable gaze fell on the pattern on the collar of the "Tianjin Yuyi", a strong sense of dizziness was caught off guard, as if a menacing flood was pouring into the dikes that were already riddled with holes. , washed away the consciousness he had gathered with great difficulty, and then drowned and devoured it.

"what!--"

At the end of the memory was a dead and desolate darkness, Qin Jiu's heart shrank suddenly, he let out a short exclamation, and sat up from the bed in shock, just bumping into Akai Shuichi who heard the movement and probed over to check the situation.

The two foreheads slammed together heavily, making a particularly loud and crisp sound, which immediately knocked Gin's horror and Akai Shuichi's worry into nothing, and clutched their foreheads that were immediately swollen and high, dizzy.

"What are you doing..." A certain FBI ace who had been stabbed and shot had never yelled out pain, but today he almost made an exception for this "head hammer".Suppressing howling in pain, he squatted beside the bed, gritted his teeth and asked, his bitter voice brought out a rare weakness.

Gin was also in severe pain, and most of the horror caused by the nightmare was diluted.He glanced at his old enemy who was gnashing his teeth, and asked in a dragging voice: "I...Where is this?"

"Of course it's at my house." The fierce child's voice came from the other side of the bed, and it was Conan who spoke.

After the time travel journey, Conan saw that Gin had returned to the mode of abhorrence, and the eyes that squinted at him were full of undisguised disgust, so he was almost handcuffed and thrown away. The police. .

Rubbing the swollen bump on his forehead with the palm of his hand, Gin didn't care about his harsh tone and attitude, his face was pale and ugly, and he still had some lingering heart palpitations: "Here... I mean that nothing happened in modern Japan. What's the matter?"

Hearing this, Toru Amuro stuffed hot water into his hand and said angrily, "As long as the black organizations don't make trouble, what can happen in Japan?"

"... That's good." It seemed that it was really just a dream, a nightmare.

Gin's expression looked better, and he lowered his head to drink water.

Hattori hugged his shoulders, looking at Gin's nose and eyes, and pointedly: "Why, criminals also care about social security?"

Gin ignored him, drank the water in the glass in one go, refused Amuro Toru's proposal to pour him another glass, looked around, did not find Ootengu, Taoya and the others who came back from time travel together, and his heart tightened again uneasily : "Where's the big tengu? And Taoya and Yue, where did they go?"

"Taoya, like you, passed out after falling out of the space-time tunnel, so Yuexian took him home to rest." Baima did not follow in the footsteps of the other two detectives to run on him, but kindly answered his doubts, and He took out three talismans with blue background and gold patterns from his pocket and put them beside him, "The monsters who came back with you live in these three talismans. They said that they are not able to adapt to the modern environment for the time being, so stay in there for a while. God, I will come out to see you when I am familiar with the modern... rules."

"Understood, thank you." Putting away the talisman, Qin Jiu thanked him for the first time, then shook his head and said: "I told you not to come."

Hearing this, Baima glared at Hattori's glaring eyes, and said with a light smile: "It's good to have them come over, it adds a lot of excitement to this monotonous world. What's more, you don't look particularly bad. Look happy."

Gin looked at him indifferently, didn't say anything, but Hattori was not happy, grabbed his collar and dragged him to his side, and asked angrily: "What do you mean? Do you want to line up with him?" ?"

The corner of Baima's mouth twitched, wanting to get angry, but he suppressed his anger because of his self-cultivation, pulled his hand away, and explained in a good voice: "I hope you remember that now you and him are in a cooperative relationship, and I am also yours." One of the foreign aid, please don’t put too much personal emotion, especially your anger and injustice. These emotions, you can vent them after the organization is brought down.”

Hattori sneered: "It's high-sounding."

Gin impatiently watched the two of them quarreling like children, and waved his hands against his forehead: "I have a headache and want to catch up on sleep, you guys have to fight out."

At this moment, Akai Hideichi just regained his strength, and he couldn't help chuckling when he heard this: "I also have a headache, can I catch up with you?"

Gin looked at him with the eyes of the dead fish, raised the Jinghong sword in his hand, he immediately made a zipper movement on his lips, and then cooperated with Toru Amuro to push Conan and the others out of the bedroom.

The quarrel between Baiba and Hattori was completely blocked out when the door was closed, and Gin's ears finally calmed down.

With a deep breath, he lay back on the pillow, but his hand was still holding the Jinghong Sword, and the uneasiness interrupted by Conan and the others slowly returned.

The wooden box was placed within his reach, but for some reason, Gin was reluctant to open it to check the contents, as if it was Pandora's magic box, which contained countless disasters, and once opened, there was no room for change .

In the final analysis, it still has something to do with that weird dream.

Gin Jiu's sleep has always been light and shallow, not to mention dreams, even a slight movement can wake him up, so for so many years, he has no idea what it feels like to dream.Perhaps it was because of this that he was so obsessed with that nightmare.

A person who never dreamed suddenly had an extremely realistic nightmare one day. Anyone would feel uneasy, let alone a suspicious and sensitive person like Qin Jiu.

He said he had a headache and wanted to catch up on sleep, but after Qin Jiu lay down, because of his restlessness, he tossed and turned without feeling sleepy.Irritated for a long time alone, he took out his mobile phone and called No. 97, intending to explain his dream to her in a circumstantial way.But to his surprise, No. 97, or Yu Suki's phone number, never got through.

Listening to the prompt "The line you dialed is suspended due to maintenance, please play it again in ten days" from the microphone, Gin smelled something unusual.

When is it not going to be repaired, but at this time it is repaired, and before the repair, No. 97 sent him a text message as if nothing happened, saying that there are beautiful cats and fools who don't believe it.Qin Jiu had originally suspected that his dream was strange, so he not only doubted it, but directly confirmed it.

Throwing down the phone, Gin held the wooden box into his arms, stroked the delicate pattern on the cover with his long fingers for a long time, and opened the box as slowly as if he was lifting something heavy. The Heavenly God Feather Clothes" came into view.The only difference is that there is a silver-white short sword pressed on the feather coat, which is the Piao Miao sword that is matched with the Jinghong Sword.

Speaking of which, whether it was the "Tian Shen Yu Yi" or the Piao Miao sword, Qin Jiu had never used it. He used the water gun-shaped Jinghong sword and the silver chain the most, so he couldn't judge their power.

However, since "Tianjin Yuyi" saved him in that nightmare, it means that in reality, it may also be the key to resolving a certain crisis.In any case, it is better to carry it with you at ordinary times, and you may use it when you are not sure.

Put the Jinghong sword into the wooden box, close the lid, and Gin activated the "passive defense" mode of the silver chain. He was about to lie down and rest, to recharge his mind, and to help Taoya relieve the hidden dangers in his body tomorrow and deal with it. The accident came down, but suddenly I heard a soft "click" sound from outside the door.

He looked up and saw An Shitou unscrewing the door and coming in, holding a cup of hot milk in his hand, he was relieved to see that he was not asleep, and said: "It's good if you haven't slept. Milk helps you sleep. You take this Drink before going to bed."

milk?When he is a three-year-old child?

Sneering at this kind of drink with a childish aura, Gin was about to refuse, but then remembered that nightmare, and felt a chill in his heart for no reason, and turned a corner when he refused, and turned into a faint "hmm".

Toru Amuro didn't expect him to agree so simply, he held back the words of persuasion, and handed over the cup in a funny way: "I thought you didn't like this kind of too sweet drink."

During the period of being an undercover agent in the organization, Toru Amuro knew a little bit about his preferences for gin. He never touched sweets, and other than alcohol, coffee also caught his attention.Toru Amuro saw that he was a little restless, so he tentatively made a glass of milk and brought it to him, but he didn't really think that he would drink it.

"I change my taste occasionally." Gin explained half-truth, took the milk and drank it in one gulp.

Toru Amuro squinted his eyes, always feeling that the state of gin after returning to modern times was not quite right.It's just that there is a rare obvious tiredness between his brows, and he can't ask any more doubts, so he can only press it back to the bottom of his heart, planning to wait for him to rest.

Taking the empty cup from him, Toru Amuro wiped the milk stains from the corner of his lips, smiled and said "good night", he closed the door and left, and the room was quiet again.

The night outside the window is peaceful.