[Conan] Days at the Distillery Technical School

Primary school art classroom.

On the podium stood a plaster statue in the shape of a cherub and a plaster statue in the shape of an archangel.Little angels have round faces and curly hair, and archangels have gentle faces and beautiful smiles.

"After you get home, finish Angel's painting and bring it to the next class!" the art teacher instructed.

...

organization.

The pairing of rye whiskey and single malt whiskey went smoothly, there was almost no redundant dialogue, and there was no sloppy action. When two resolute people came together, it was like the famous sword forged by Ou Yezi. mud.

However, the content of this mission was too much. From morning to evening, the two of them ran back and forth in the thrill without stopping.

When we got back to the hotel where we were staying, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

Wash and wash, and continue to run around tomorrow.

Zhu Xing turned his head and saw that Fujima Satoshi had consciously rolled into the bed, revealing a curly hair, eyes closed, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

He unconsciously raised the corner of his mouth.

To be honest, the ability of single malt whiskey is much stronger than most of his FBI colleagues, especially in the past three years, she has grown to a point where even he can't even come close to him in some aspects.

Especially in black.customer technology, demolition.Ballistics and extreme sports.

If they are colleagues...

Zhu Xingda erased the inexplicable thought in his mind, and silently turned off the light in the room.

At 01:30 in the morning, the moon is as bright as water.

Zhu Xingda woke up, looked around, and pressed the corners of his lips tightly.

The little curl is gone.

-

【Hiro, I need your help—Xiaozhi】

This is the email that Tomo Fujima sent to Zhu Fu Jingguang a day ago.

After Zhu Fu Jingguang read the contents of the email, he read it again word by word.

An internal email of the organization intercepted by Pure Malt Whiskey showed that an employer placed an order one day later, requesting an extermination of the people in a certain manor.

It is impossible to know who the employer is, and the information has been concealed, but the extermination——

Such a cruel act, the last time Fujima Satoshi knew was the family of the child in the National Science Museum.

【I want to make a move—Xiaozhi】

He knew that she had always been brooding over the case of the child's family being silenced.

【But at that time, you still have a task at hand, I will go - Hiro】

The police cannot be dispatched, otherwise they will know that there are traitors within the organization, so they can only use the name of "Biscuit Fourteen". Anyway, he has been on the blacklist for a long time.

【You go alone, I'm worried—Xiaozhi】

Although Zhu Fu Jingguang has mastered Biscuit Fourteen's skills proficiently, he is still lacking in some aspects, not to mention that it is too dangerous to go alone.

[The mission location I'm in is quite close to there, I want to cooperate with you—Xiaozhi]——

Zhu Xingda got up from the bed, and the moonlight reflected from the curtains fell like frost.

According to the disguise routine of male and female partners, they still pretended to be lovers, so they booked a hotel room.But now she has the audacity to disappear in the middle of the night—

He knew she had a secret, but had never caught her evidence, now.

Zhu Xingda opened the window of the hotel room and looked down.

This is the sixth floor.

The little curly hair must have gone down through the window, according to the behavior of her little snitch who climbed over the balcony and window, it must be.

The moonlight was very bright, splashing on him like silver water.

He also fell down from the window, speculating on her possible route.

But in the end he lost her track, and the clue was interrupted in the middle.

In the blue and clear night, Zhu Xingda stood at the pier, the wind was clear and the moon was cold, and there were a few distant barks of dogs in the distance.

He was about to go back, but at that moment, he seemed to have a telepathy, and turned his head to look at the other side of the pier, where there was a tourist island.

The faint light of the flames reddened a corner of the night sky.

-

"Don't push yourself too hard, Xiaozhi."

"It's okay, we'll be there after a short walk."

"You still have to take a shower, the smell of fire on your body is too strong."

"I know."

"I'll carry you."

"it is good."

"Do you still have the strength to take a shower?"

"..."

"Xiaozhi!"

"……Um."

"...Don't be an undercover agent, let's just stop today. Enough information has been delivered. And you have been able to intercept some organizations' emails, which has surpassed most undercover agents! Come home with me now, please?"

"...Is there any sugar?"

"..."

"Don't cry, Hiro."

-

Three fifty in the morning.

Zhu Xingda woke up again, and once again felt the warm body of the little curly hair wrapped in the quilt by his side.

The bright moonlight came in through the curtains of the hotel room and shone on her face. There were some shadows under her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

General Zhu Xing stretched out his hand and caressed her face vaguely.

Her brows were furrowed tightly, and her calm breathing sounded a bit tired.

The monster in his heart almost tore him apart.

Zhu Xing stretched out his arms and embraced her through the quilt. When he got close to her, he could vaguely smell some unusual burning smell in his breath, mixed with a faint scent of soap.

What the hell is... what's the secret, Malt?

In the early morning of the next day, Zhu Xingda originally wanted to wake her up and tell her that the time was almost up, but Fujima Tomo was sound asleep, and he couldn't bear it.

In the early morning light, it was obvious that her eyes were blue-black, and her brows and eyes were haggard.

His heart tugged again.

Single malt whiskey, what are you desperate for?

"Sleep a little longer," he whispered to her.

"Okay," she nodded, and fell back into a deep sleep.

...

A week later, the primary school art classroom.

A plaster statue of a cherub and a plaster statue of an archangel sit on the podium.The cherubs are extra cute with their curly hair and round faces, while the archangels are stunning with their beautiful features.

"Have you brought the Angel you drew last time?" the art teacher asked.

"Bring it!" The children replied in unison.

"Student Kurokawa, where's your angel?" the art teacher walked up to a child with a Band-Aid on his forehead and asked.

"I don't know how to draw." Kurokawa replied dully with a Band-Aid on his forehead.

"We have little angel statues and big angel statues. We also talked about the basic lines in the last class. You can follow the drawing or draw the angel in your mind." The art teacher said.

"That's not the Angel in my heart." Kurokawa lowered his head with a Band-Aid on his forehead.

The art teacher froze for a moment: "Why not?"

Isn't that what Angel is like?Beautiful, kind, gentle, cute?As radiant as a plaster statue.

"She...she can fight." Kurokawa whispered.

"I don't know what she looks like."

-

The FBI still decided to act, and chose this chaotic time to implement the gin arrest plan.

The organization can no longer stand the "Biscuit Fourteen" who has disturbed the organization's actions for many times. Almost everyone's attention is on the unknown man. There is no trace of him left at the scene. You can find it by searching the email address. If you don't reach the source, the baldest ones are the programmers of the information base.

So the FBI set up a trap, and waited for Gin Jiu, who was battered and silver-haired, to jump into it.

Akai Shuichi dug out the coat belonging to "Biscuit Fourteen" from the closet. The aerospace blue sweater was like the deep night sky.

He stared intently at the sweater for a while.

Now he can basically confirm that the single malt whiskey has something to do with the so-called Biscuit Fourteen.

Because that night, when she disappeared, Biscuit Fourteen appeared on the tourist island opposite the pier, and confronted the killer sent by the organization.

The looming answer was not very clear, but it was enough to make his heart jump with joy.

Maybe she doesn't...

Akai Hideo folded the space blue coat into the bag, froze for a moment, then tucked in the dried flowers in the glass jar on the bedside, and mailed the bag.

Soon, all the items belonging to Zhu Xingda will fall into the hands of the organization, and before that, he will transfer some important items.

-

Fujima Satoshi felt that she was about to be exposed.

When she was on a mission with Rye Whiskey last time, she forgot to do some tricks before sneaking out at night. Looking at Rye Whiskey's reaction the next day, she should have discovered that she had slipped out at night.

"Sleep more," said the Rye.

"Okay." She responded stupidly.

"We can delay progress," Rye said.

"Yeah." She didn't doubt anything and fell into a deep sleep.

But what was puzzling was that Rye didn't report her, nor questioned her, and didn't know what he thought.

A man's heart, a needle in the sea, it's too difficult, too difficult.

While she was wondering, Curacao knocked on the open door of the room.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Curacao usually showed this expression, which meant that there was something important to tell her.

A woman with silver hair and different eyes came in: "Malt, we're moving."

what?

After listening to Curacao's report, Tomo Fujima clenched his hand holding the bag of potato chips bit by bit, moved his lips, but couldn't say anything.

"Don't be sad," Curacao comforted her seeing that she was in a strange mood, thinking that she was sad because someone she trusted had a problem.

Fujima Tomo twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Yes."

She is not sad.

She was obviously so happy that she wanted to skydive from Tokyo Tower.

Rye is also true, hiding his identity as the FBI and not telling her. If he told her, Rye's arrest of gin this time would not have failed, and he could directly destroy part of the organization center—after all, pure malt whiskey is very important to the organization. Gin's whereabouts are well known (it's nothing, she's bragging, don't listen to the little curly hair).

...But it was him who revealed his identity first.

-

Akai Shuichi did not blame Kamel, on the contrary, he comforted the frustrated FBI agent.

Back at the temporary residence, he took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, struck a match, and brought the sparks close to the cigarette butt.

The astringent and bitter taste of tobacco that curled up immediately diffused in the room.

He looked down at the cigarette slowly burning.

After finishing a cigarette, he sent a message to his FBI colleagues: 【I will stay in Japan for a few more days to check some things. 】He also wanted to investigate the fire that happened on the small tourist island not far from the pier that day.

The place where the fire broke out was a traditional big family living on a small tourist island, surnamed Kurokawa. Because the building was old and made of wood, it caused the disaster. In this accident, the big family of 22 people survived ten Personally, it's a blessing among misfortunes—since the fire was planned by the organization after receiving the killing order, it must be killed first and then set on fire to ensure that everyone dies completely.It should be said that the intervention of Biscuit Fourteen made there still be survivors in this accident.

During the investigation, almost all survivors gave the testimony of "a blond man".

Just when the investigation was about to return in vain, Akai Hideichi found No. 11 survivor, the only child among survivors of the Kurokawa family. In order to protect the child, the police did not disclose the child's situation to the outside world.

"First grade? The first graders went to the art gallery to visit the exhibition today." The teacher who received him said so.

Art gallery?

...

Art gallery.

"Student Kurokawa, don't fall behind!" The teacher in charge of leading the first-year students who came to visit shouted from the front.

The boy nodded and followed.

After the fire accident, Kurokawa was asked by his family not to tell what he saw, let alone disclose the information of the person who came to rescue at the scene at that time, lest the other party be retaliated against.

"Student Kurokawa!" The teacher leading the team shouted again.

But the boy Kurokawa was unmoved this time. He stood still in front of an oil painting, as if he was nailed in place, and looked up at the oil painting in a daze.

Akai Shuichi, who came to look for Kurokawa, saw from a distance the boy with a small Band-Aid on his forehead standing in front of a huge oil painting.

The name of the oil painting is "The Archangel from Hell".

The prototype is based on Michael, and Lucy.The archangel who could not fight for seven days.

But the artist of the painting is different. He chose women as the form of expression, portraying a more human aspect, and endowing many human qualities to the characters in the picture.

The Archangel slowly walked out from the hell intertwined with flames and evil insects. Behind her, the scarlet flames were blazing, and darkness and sparks devoured everything.

The pure white clothes were scorched and torn due to the fighting and flames, and there were still large swaths of blood on her body, both her own and the enemy's.

The boy Kurokawa tried his best to keep the pictures and lines in his mind so that he could hand over his homework to the teacher in the next art class.

The blood-soaked archangel stepped out of the darkness and fire, and calmly sheathed his knife.

She kills demons, there is no sweet smile on her face, only exhaustion and scars overwhelming, but at the upper right of the picture, a corner of the morning light is slightly illuminated, and she will usher in her own glory.

The author has something to say:

These chapters are a bit depressing and lyrical, and the next thing is sweetness, the journey of persecution of Conan, departure.

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