[Conan colleagues] Let's become smaller together · next

"Eh? Ah, oh." T10 was taken aback, and responded in a panic, "It's okay..."

Why did the captain suddenly change his style of painting again? Why did he suddenly want to chat again? It was late at night, watching the bonfire, and then the two boys chatted...Can the captain call B5 now? ?

"Hey, T10." Conan said directly without noticing that the eyes of the child beside him had become strange.

He really had a lot of feelings yesterday, and he was full of words and wanted to talk to someone, but he couldn't find a trustworthy person to talk about his life, let alone a suitable elder to explain himself.But it's not a problem to be bored like this, because returning to the organization will only make you more aggrieved.After all, he is at least breathing free air now, but when he goes back, he will be stared at even when he goes to the toilet...

Heh, group B is not allowed to kill people, isn't it the protection of group I?Once people from other groups discover the true identity of group I, they don't have to hesitate to kill them if they want to. But not only can't people in group B do it, but they have to clean up their traces and protect them everywhere.

As a brain, it is monitored 24 hours a day. If even the people of the intelligence organization can't find it, then what kind of brain is it?But even so, they can't kill them at all, even if they know that their privacy is being spied on, because group B is the brain, and group I is the eyes.

They will still need eyes in the future, so even if the organization allows Group B to kill people, they cannot kill people in Group I.

Therefore, even if T10 is just a child, even if he goes back, he will still live under the supervision of the organization. He still wants to talk to him, to hear the thoughts of these children, even if it’s just a casual chat, it’s always better It would be better if he was so bored that he was about to explode.

If he had known this earlier, when he contacted Officer Sato and the others yesterday morning, he would have talked a little longer.

I really want to hear their voices, Lan's, Uncle's, Dad and Mom's, Dr.'s, everyone, even if it's Gin and Belmode, even if they just sneered and said, "This is not the same as yours." It's okay", "It's so naive" and so on...

After all, that was the past that he couldn't let go of, and he didn't want to let go of the past.He is already a little confused, is he still himself now, is he still him after completing the task more than ten years later, can he return to his original life?

"Hey, T10," Conan asked in a low voice, "will you remember your previous life, all of you?"

"Eh? No one has done this for a long time." T10 was taken aback by Conan's question, and then realized that Conan was different from them. They had been in the organization for more than two years, and Conan just Just been in for a month.Thinking about when they first came in for a month, they seemed to feel similar to Conan.

Thinking about it this way, T10 finally feels a little like a senior.Before, I always felt that this IQ was severely despised by this kid who was two or three years younger than him, but EQ really depends on experience.So he immediately raised his eyebrows, took advantage of his height, patted Conan's head, and comforted him: "Well, after all, you just joined the organization, captain, so naturally you still haven't changed. We also had this kind of thinking back then, but we always think about what happened before. Things like this are useless except for making yourself vulnerable. I just feel that it’s just the same thing, and the future will only be better anyway, so there’s nothing to think about.”

"Will it only make you weaker?" Conan's voice was muffled, as if his throat was choked by smoke, and it always sounded a little stuffy, "But if you don't recall the past, it seems that there is nothing to move towards the future Have the courage to go down."

"Well, we all thought this way before." T10 sighed understandingly, and said, "In the beginning, everyone had this idea related to the past—wanting to become stronger and then go back. Revenge, wanting to become stronger and go back to save the people I care about, there are too many things I want to do, but the fact is, it’s good that we can save our own lives, so we still have time to think so much.”

"So?" Conan couldn't help but want to know more, what kind of two years he missed, what kind of world outlook, outlook on life and values ​​the organization has shaped for them.

"So what?" T10 didn't quite understand what Conan wanted to ask, so he had a question in his own brain, and then answered to his own brain: "If you want to survive, you have to spend every minute and every second. Learn all kinds of things, and only those who show their value will be cultivated by the organization. Well, there is not enough time to study, who has the mood to think about the past."

"Ah, that's it..." Conan muttered in a low voice, feeling a little dry in his heart.

People who are worthless will be abandoned. If you want not to be abandoned, you must be obedient and learn things well.It's really a simple and practical concept of survival...

"But don't you feel regretful?" Conan suddenly asked again, "If the previous self, just draw a line like this..."

"Huh?" T10 seemed to have heard something funny. First, he opened his mouth incredulously, and then he laid down on Conan's shoulder with a "poof" like he had been poked on an itchy flesh. Angry, Conan was confused by laughing, so he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with a choked voice, "You!"

"Me?" At this moment, Conan seemed to feel the feeling of T10 when he was inexplicably held back and had a heart-to-heart talk, completely confused.

After panting heavily for a while, T10 regained his composure, and asked meaningfully: "Captain, you were not an ordinary person before you joined the organization. Maybe you are connected to some powerful organization, Or maybe there are no ordinary people in the family."

"Eh?" Conan panicked, "What, I'm just an ordinary kid—"

"Captain," T10 interrupted Conan forcefully, with a palpitating determination in his tone, "Maybe you don't feel it yourself, but when you look at us, you always unconsciously have a sense of superiority." Woolen cloth."

"Superiority?" Conan opened and closed his mouth, really not knowing how to explain it.

"That's right, it's the sense of superiority." T10 nodded, "Although it's only been two days together, I can only say...the captain's previous life may not be in the same world as ours. , There is always a feeling that you are standing high and looking down on us, captain. Well... Although it was very uncomfortable at first, but later I saw that you are indeed very capable, you can do everything, and you seem to be so proud It also looks a little pleasing to the eye."

"B1 knows everything because his father taught him a lot, and he kept learning like a sponge in those two years..." T10 suddenly let go of Conan's shoulders and stopped looking into his eyes, "And you this year You are only seven years old, skipping the previous two years, but you seem to understand better than anyone else, you can also treat wounds, and the bandaging techniques are almost as proficient as the doctors in the organization. The most important thing is that the organization will treat you Directly in Group B, there is no doubt that you have a terrible backstage."

"I might be related to someone in the organization..." Conan defended weakly. He knew that his behavior was a bit inappropriate, but he didn't realize that even T10, who had just been together for a little more than a day, could find so many problems. .What about Cariano? What about the rest of Group B?

"And, captain, you have a past that you don't want to forget." T10 suddenly changed his tone of envy or jealousy. Huo Huo, "We people, our past, except for those few people who have deep hatred that cannot be forgotten, after staying in the organization for a month or two, everyone else wants to forget it all."

"Such a precarious life, with no food to eat...you can only survive on a little water in the gutter every day, and a little leftover food in the trash can, and even these things have to be fought for with one's life, Such a past..." T10 couldn't help choking up a little while talking.

I don't know why, with this feeling, under such a night sky and such a flame, he suddenly wanted to say these words to this child who was three years younger than him.

Knowing that this child was completely different from them before he came in, he looked like a troubled young man who grew up in rich clothes and rich food, and they were all bastards who could only be nourished by a little bit of leftovers left by the noble man. Grass is different...

But when I looked into his bewildered eyes, for some reason, I suddenly felt a kind of sadness that resonated from the bottom of my heart.

His blue pupils seem to be trying to say "I want to understand your mood" and "Please let me understand your mood", even though he doesn't understand at all, but he seems to be trying to tear them apart. The barriers between each other, wanting to touch those emotions in each other's hearts.

In the organization, no one has thought of understanding each other's feelings for a long time.When we meet every day, we have nothing to communicate with other than tasks, at most we just tease each other, 'You're not doing well today', and then don't know what to say.

Even though the captain seems to know everything innocently, he doesn't understand anything, but...

T10 couldn't help but pressed his forehead, feeling as if something was flowing from the bottom of his heart, moist and warm.

Such a person looked at him with such sincere eyes. Although he knew that the other party would not understand, he couldn't help but say it...

Those emotions that have been hidden in my heart for a long time seem to dissipate if I say them out, and I will not harass him at night again.

"We people are different from you," T10 said in a low voice. He kept trying hard to hook the corner of his mouth, but the growing wetness on the concrete floor exposed his fragility. "The people among us are not Orphans are the children of criminals. In Japan, no one cares about the life and death of children like us, even if they die on the side of the road, no one cares. We have the opportunity to learn, to nurture us, even if we will give up our lives, but these days are so much better than the past.

"In this way, it is too late for us to separate our past, so how can we miss the past? Even though they are children of the same age, some people can be dragged by their parents and go to the playground in beautiful clothes. Some people can only hide in the corner, not even allowed to stand in the sun..."

"My father is a self-defense officer." T10 suddenly recalled something, even though the tears were still falling, but the expression on his face was so gentle and radiant, and he mentioned it to those ordinary children in an instant. My father's expression was no different, "Dad is a very cheerful person, but the task is heavy, and it is rare to go home. Although I don't remember his face clearly, I still remember the feeling of being with my father." , very happy, very stable, as if it doesn’t matter if the sky falls.”

"But the sky is falling, even with Dad around, it's still a terrible thing..." T10's tears suddenly fell again, even though he wiped his eyes vigorously, he couldn't stop, "My mother He is very beautiful, he should be very beautiful, so there is a very powerful son who wants to bully my mother, I kept crying, my father was cooking at home, ran out to see, he punched me Just hit it..."

"Later, my father was taken away with a very complicated crime that I can't remember, and my mother was also taken away by someone. I was left alone at home. Grandpa, grandma, and none of them Dare to come to me, so I ran to the orphanage smartly, but they said that children with relatives are not allowed, so they kicked me out. Later, I was so hungry that I ran to the street to find something to eat Yes, but I didn’t have any money, and I didn’t dare to go anywhere. I didn’t know why, and I became a vagrant. I didn’t know how many years passed like this. After the organization brought me back, I finally felt “saved.” Ah'..."

"Captain, you are different from the children in the organization." T10 suddenly raised his head, wiped away the tears in his eyes, raised his hand, and stretched towards the sky, "I saw it in your eyes That world, that world is different from what we see. Although I don’t know what that world looks like, just looking into your eyes, Captain, makes me feel so warm..."

"But, Captain, you still came to the organization..." T10, the tears that had just stopped suddenly dripped down again, slid down his cheeks along his chin, and dripped on the concrete floor, not even dust Splash, "Even kids in that world end up in organizations..."

"Hey, Captain," T10's voice was so soft that it was as ungraspable as the floating clouds in the sky, and it was as erratic as a mist that would disappear in the next second. "The world full of love in the story is really Does it exist?"

The author has something to say: the organization is actually not a heinous organization. Although it is not a good thing, for those homeless children, is it better to continue wandering like this, or to fight in the organization?

If the organization is overthrown, then those children in the future really don't need to fight to the death under the whip of the organization, and a large number of them will die casually.But to think about it in another way, those orphans are still orphans, those vagrants are still vagrants, they are in danger every day, fighting each other just for a piece of bread, and they don’t know any one-hit-kill fighting skills. He couldn't get treatment for his injuries, and he could still have food for a few days in prison after being taken away by the police. After he came out, he still had to steal things and fight to the death.

Sometimes when I think about it, it seems that there is nothing wrong with being able to receive formal training in the organization and die cleanly.But if there is no organization, it seems that there will not be so many street children and orphans.

Some things cannot tell which method is better, nor can we tell what kind of world we want. In order to seek that vague future, we are always sacrificing and always improving.A sacrifice is a sacrifice in the end, and the living may not be any better.

→_→Although the theatrical version has been completed, the Shenjing team has started to review the posts. Yes, I am now a member of Keba’s boutique review team, and it is almost time for the grading stage of the college entrance examination composition competition. It is said that every article is still required Need a diploma...