Gin, he ran away with Mr.

Every seemingly neat and glamorous city hides a dark and surging darkness in unknown places.

The black sky, the narrow streets, and all kinds of garbage scattered on the ground gave off bursts of unbearable stench.

This is a corner of the city, an abandoned existence.

All the darkness was expelled to this corner, sealed up, imprisoned, and never allowed to appear in front of the world.

Would anyone live in a place like this?

some.

Suddenly, a small hand stretched out from the place where the tattered cardboard boxes were piled up, grabbed the sundries beside him and crawled out.

A boy who looked no more than five or six years old.

Her short, originally blond hair was stained taupe and in a mess.The clothes on his body were obviously ill-fitting, and there were many holes in them.There are still many scratches on the small face, and blood scabs have formed.

He stood up, and found half of a hardened steamed bun and a small bottle filled with a transparent liquid from the small cardboard box hidden tightly beside him.

These are all the food he collected yesterday.

Although I couldn't grab clean water, I got a small bottle of "water" that smelled fragrant but tasted very spicy.

He lives here.

A hidden alley.

Turning his dark green eyes, he took off a piece of broken glass tied to his arm while looking down, wrapped it in a rag, and held it in his hand.

The sharpened front end of the shattered glass seemed to still be tinged with dark red, like the traces left by coagulated blood.That was his weapon, a glass knife, a trump card to survive here.

He's been in this place for as long as he can remember.

The small body is lying in a cardboard box, looking curiously at the strange new world around.

Maybe he was abandoned here, maybe he was originally a child left by the people who lived here.

These don't matter at all.

Because appearing here means that you are an abandoned existence.

And all he needs to do is to live.

From crying helplessly, to having to start looking for food in the garbage dump because of hunger, and even snatching food from those ferocious stray dogs.

Looting weapons, occupying territories, and how to kill people.

This is the earliest knowledge he has learned in this world.

The law of survival.

"Ah, why is the trading place this time in this ghost place!"

An unfamiliar voice appeared from the entrance of the alley, and the boy tensed up instantly, staring at the visitor vigilantly.

A dark-haired man in a black windbreaker appeared in front of him.

The man looks young, but it is impossible to judge his specific age based on his appearance.

In short, it is definitely not as young as it looks!

"Huh? Did I go wrong?"

The man looked around in a little confusion, only to suddenly realize that it looked like a boy.

"Hey! Little guy! Do you know what it's called... ah, is a pudgy man here anyway? This place is too complicated, I lost my way all day." The man scratched his head annoyed Scratching his head, he gradually approached the boy.

The boy didn't reply, he held the glass knife tightly in his hand and stared at the man viciously.

"Oh, I found it."

The man stopped, his eyes fell on the corner of the alley.

A short and fat man was sitting there with a big gash in his chest, and a large amount of blood had solidified into dark red on his clothes.

Apparently long dead.

"Little guy, it seems that you killed my trading partner... Then it's a little troublesome, after all, it's a big deal..."

The man was still talking on his own, as if he didn't notice the movements of the boy beside him at all.

The boy jumped up, waved his hand and stabbed the glass knife hard at the man's back.

"boom!"

It was just a roundabout kick, and the boy's body was directly kicked out, hitting the wall of the alley, and seemed to knock off a lot of peeling gravel.

"Cough cough!"

The boy coughed in embarrassment, but his eyes were still staring fiercely at the man in front of him.

"Let me tell you, little guy. Your eyes are very good, do you want to hang out with me?"

The man smiled and squatted down, facing his face.

"what can you give me......"

The boy seemed to have not spoken for a long time, struggling to piece together phrases he had heard.

"Sorry, no salary. But... I can give you a life."

A gun was pressed against the boy's clean forehead, and the bullet was already loaded. As long as the man lightly pulled the trigger, he would be completely dead.

The boy didn't speak, just stared at the man.

Through the man's light brown eyes, he could clearly see what he looked like in the man's eyes.

He was embarrassed, but his dark green eyes flashed a ferocious light that did not show any weakness.

"What a little wolf cub...it seems to be a natural killer." The man chuckled, "Hey, it seems that you like drinking, little guy."

As he spoke, he picked up the small bottle that was placed aside, and the transparent liquor flowed slowly as he shook it in his hand.

"It's still the famous gin. It seems like a little drunkard."

"I'll go with you, take me out of here." The boy said suddenly.

"Good boy." The man smiled and retracted the gun, stood up, "Do you have a name?"

"No."

"Then call you...Gin. Follow my surname, Kurosawa Jin."

The man stretched lazily, and took out a card from the man's pocket in the corner. Although the partner of the transaction is dead, it seems good not to pay the fee, so as to save him from doing it again.In a way, he earned it instead.

"Sir! Are you here, sir!"

A woman's voice was faintly heard outside the alley, and the man smiled slightly, turning to look at the boy.

"Gin, remember, I am your boss, codenamed Spirytus, you can call me Mister."

"Sir..." Gin murmured, and gradually woke up, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a strange ceiling.

He got up quickly, wanting to check his surroundings.

The wound was involved, and blood oozes slightly from the white gauze, but Gin Jiuhao didn't care.

He was sitting on the sofa, surrounded by strange furnishings.

He saw the wine glasses on the table at a glance.

Spirytus.

He recalled memories from before he lost consciousness.At the last critical moment, he threw out his hole card, the small tube of powerful bombs, which blew up the building.

In the end, relying on his own will to survive, he supported his body stiffly and escaped from the ruins.

That building is not far from here, and Gin doesn't understand why he chose this direction.

Obviously at that time, the identity of this young man could not be completely determined. If he had suspected wrongly, he might not be as simple as being sent to the police now.

When did his vigilance become so low.

The wound on his body was still aching, and he could only lie back on the sofa weakly.

There is no one at home, it seems that the boy should have gone to school.

Although he couldn't believe it, it took him a whole year to find out the boy whose back he saw was very similar to that person.The seemingly flawless identity information made him more suspicious.

That person disappeared a year ago, and this young man just moved here, both in appearance and temperament.And that skill is definitely not something that an ordinary high school student would possess.

What's more, his surname is Heize.

Although he didn't know what his real name was, he clearly remembered that his surname was his last name.

Is there really such a magical thing in the world?He remembered that his husband was at least 70 to [-] years old, how did he become a high school student?And... seems to have no memory of the past at all.

"Squeak-"

Gin immediately raised his head vigilantly and looked towards the door.

"Yeah, are you awake?"

Akira Kurosawa, carrying his schoolbag in his hand, bent over to change his shoes at the door.

"I thought you'd be in a coma for at least another night. It seems that the wound is recovering well." He threw his schoolbag on the shoe cabinet and walked in.

"you......"

Gin subconsciously wanted to find the gun, but remembered that the weapon in his hand had been discarded as early as yesterday.

So, he had no choice but to stare at the young man who was getting closer.

"Hello, brother. My name is Akira Kurosawa." Akira Kurosawa greeted him with a smile, "Then please tell me who you are and why you appeared at my house."

The cold muzzle hit his forehead again.

"I am Qin Jiu, the killer of the Black Organization. The boss of the organization disappeared a year ago. Now the organization is in chaos, and we need someone who can control the overall situation." Qin Jiu quickly returned to his original indifferent appearance, "and According to my judgment, you are the gentleman who has been missing for a long time."

"Oh?"

Akira Kurosawa raised his eyebrows slightly. According to his guess about the body, it should indeed be a killer or someone from the underworld.I didn't expect it to be the boss of an organization.

and many more......

He said his name was Gin?What about black organizations?Isn't that a winery!

In a trance, he recalled the Conan plot that had been thrown out of the sky long ago.

I go!I haven't paid attention to Conan for a long time, where is the plot now!And he has long forgotten most of the plot!Could it be that Conan has taken over the winery now?

He lowered his head in a daze to meet Gin's gaze, so isn't he pointing a gun at the only fighting force in the winery...

"I don't remember anything." Kurosawa said.

"I understand, otherwise you would have returned to the organization."

"Are you called Kurosawa Jin? My identity says I'm Kurosawa Akira, so I'm not you..." Son?

"Sir, I am...your son." Finally, a trace of embarrassment appeared on Qin Jiu's cold face.

ha?Wait, what are you talking about!Kurosawa retracted the gun and looked at Gin with a strange expression.

He is obviously a 17-year-old boy now, and he believes that he is the son of Gin Jiu. He even thinks that Gin Jiu is the big boss behind the scenes, and he is just a boss in the identity of an agent.These are some amazing conversations.

"...I was adopted by you...According to the information found by the intelligence team, the last time you appeared was in Japan. You carried the latest research results of the drug research team at that time, APTX-4826 .”

So... he's actually a 70-[-]-year-old man who took drugs and turned into a high school student?He is actually the big boss behind the winery, and now he is still living next to a certain high school student detective who wants to get rid of the organization.

Is the world fantasy or is he crazy?

No, probably gin crazy.

He needs to slow down, it must be because his way of traveling is wrong!

He looked at Gin, who was covered with bandages, and when he saw the calm dark green eyes of the other party, his heart suddenly calmed down.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, this result is the most logical.

Why did I appear here, with a false identity that could not find any flaws at all.Why do I have so many, almost fatal scars on my body, but every trace has become so faint.Why did I never learn to drive, but I was able to drive freely on the road proficiently without any accidents.Why can he be vigilant anytime and anywhere, and can easily sense other people's killing intent.

Everything is explained.

And, wine.

He sat down at the table and poured himself a glass of Spirytus.

All of this is not a coincidence, but countless facts pieced together, tell him that you are that gentleman.

Although his memory about this world is still in a state of confusion, the battlefield he once dreamed of is obviously reminding him that you are not from this Heisei era.

Rather, they are top figures who have truly experienced the battlefield and established an organization spanning more than half a century.

Like Spirytus, the strongest alcohol in the world.

The fighting spirit engraved in his bones has become the instinct of the body, even if he lost his memory, he is still the gentleman who is superior.

It's really... funny, isn't it?

The author has something to say:

A certain unscrupulous leader: cutie, follow uncle, there is candy to eat!

Gin: ...calling your grandfather too young.

A certain unscrupulous leader: [Pierce the heart]

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