[Conan] My years at the winery

55,

When I wake up, I'm not organizing a medical room.

The injury has been dealt with.

This should be inside the organization, I've never been here before.

I didn't see the gin, so I got up and walked around casually.

Then I saw a guy who looked like me, he saw me too, and after seeing me, he turned and ran away.

White, clean clothes like a prison uniform were put on the opponent, and he turned and ran, and I also saw the number printed on the back of his clothes.

DXJ175.

For no reason, I felt a strong killing intent towards the person who looked the same as me.

I chased after it.

I was injured, but his speed was still not my opponent, so I slowly caught up with him.

However, before I caught him, six people in white coats rushed out, and they were obviously researchers. This pile of white coats caught the boy who looked like me one step ahead of me.

In the previous chase, I found that the boy's physical strength was weak, worse than that of a normal 12-year-old child, so he was blocked by three researchers all at once, although the three researchers seemed to be Weak, but still an adult.

He just ran away when he saw me, and now the boy who was caught and had nowhere to retreat looked at me, as if he wanted me to save him.

I backed away subconsciously.

I'm afraid of them.

I am afraid of these researchers who know that they are weak at a glance.

Very strange.

"There's another one here." Someone followed the boy's gaze to me, and then wanted to catch me.

I looked at him warily.

"Leave him alone." The leader of the six people took a look at me and stopped the other party from trying to arrest me. "He is not a failure, we have no right to deal with him."

Not a failure, so what am I?Is it a success?

And, is that boy a failure?What will happen to him then?

What is the difference between a failed product and a successful product?Is it because the authority is insufficient or the authority is in the hands of others so there is no right to process?

They took the boy and left.

I went back the same way.

Then saw Gin waiting next to where I woke up.

So, does Gin know about this matter?

56,

who am I?

Where do I come from?

Where should I go?

The three classic philosophical questions of ancient Greece are unexpectedly suitable for me now.

Before I was ten years old, I had no idea what kind of experience I had, what kind of things I had done, and what kind of person I was.

However, it must be related to the organization.

Even what I thought was an accidental stray into the organization might have been a man-made accident in the first place.

I have a feeling that I may have worn that white prison uniform with a number printed on the back before.

"Martini, what are you thinking?"

A can of drink appeared in front of me.

It's Ley.

By the way, I'm on a mission right now, with Gin Rye.

"Nothing." I took the drink and smiled at Ley. "Thanks, I happen to be a little thirsty."

"Your hand..." Ley set his eyes on my right hand that lost all nails. Although it has been dealt with now, as long as I see him, I can think that this hand has been picked. Blood dripping when all the nails fell off. "Are you really all right?"

Speaking of which, he was the one who took care of the Martini's injury. Gin was used to it, and when Gin handed him the Martini, which was covered in whips and had many snake teeth marks on it, he was shocked for quite a while. meeting.

He thought that Martini had done some difficult task to make himself like this, but later he was told by an acquaintance in the torture room that it was gin.

Ley has studied psychology. Through observation during this period, Ley deduced that Martini should be a very special and important existence to gin. However, Martini was seriously injured twice, both of which were gin. The hand under the wine.

Did he learn a fake psychology?

Why can't you reach the brain circuit of the mad dog Gin?

Rye's concern made me a little happy, although he might just be afraid that my injury might cause the mission to go wrong.

But anyway, it's also concerned, isn't it?

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury, it won't delay the mission." I opened a drink and took a sip before saying.

"Is everything ready?" Gin looked at Ley and me.

Clearly he had done his homework.

Ley stopped talking, he still needs to choose the weapon he will bring later.

"I'm ready." I gestured OK to Gin.

Gin set his sights on Ley.

Ley: …………………

"Give me another 10 minutes, please."