The Secret of Gin [Conan]

34.

"Whoa."

Drops of water slowly slid down his forehead.

Gin opened his eyes, and impatiently stroked his long, wet silver hair.

There is no bathtub in his safe house, so he can only take a cold shower directly under the shower head.

——Because he can think of seven ways to kill people using bathtubs at will, so even if there is a bathtub in this house, he won't use it.

After Kurosawa left, Gin's willpower immediately began to slacken.

He stumbled into the bathroom and drank cold water for a full 10 minutes before regaining consciousness.

The paralyzing potion used by the organization has a long-lasting effect. Even if it is gin, it will inevitably cause weakness in the limbs. When holding things, the fingers will tremble, and they will fall if they are not stable.

The veritaserum mixed in it is also called a confession agent by the intelligence agencies of various countries. It is a drug that acts on the mind. It can cause hallucinations, amplify pain, and make people confused and unable to stay awake. secret.

However, no matter how improved these medicines are, the basic ingredients are almost the same.

Gin is resistant to drugs, and he is a very ruthless person to himself. When necessary, he will not hesitate to kill himself to stay sober.

Although he missed it tonight, the potion was only half injected, and Kurosawa didn't know that the real advantage of this new potion was its long duration, and he would completely fall into various hallucinations in the later stage.

Gin tacitly agreed that the so-called "cooperation" was established, and he also wanted to expel Kuisawa as soon as possible.

He can't let his embarrassed and incapacitated side be exposed in front of others.

——The other one can't do it either.

"Cough cough."

Cold water choked down his throat.

Gin reached out to hold onto the tiled wall, his long hair messily sticking to his cheeks and body.

There was warm yellow light in the bathroom, but the pair of dark green eyes only reflected a cold murderous intent.

He wants to kill.

Every finger, every muscle of his was trembling slightly due to the loss of strength.

This kind of gin can't be considered weak, but more dangerous.

He would kill because of hallucinations, because of emotions, because he couldn't control the instinctive reaction of the body.

So the bathroom became the perfect place for gin to be alone.

——No barns, no knives, no weapons of any kind.

——Only the cold water that keeps flowing and awakens reason.

Gin looked at the shower glass.

What was reflected there was not his shadow, but some twisted phantoms.

For a while, it was the ruins filled with gunpowder smoke and bullets flying everywhere, and for a while, it was the underground interrogation room of the organization with corpses lying horizontally.

Qin Jiu saw a lot of people, they were covered in blood and screaming, flying around in front of his eyes like flies.

However, the faces of these people are very vague, like melting wax oil, terrifying and weird.

Gin didn't respond, and he even wanted to add a little more to these screaming monsters——

"Tsk, trash!"

Gin was too lazy to remember how many people he had killed.

He is not like some killers who take the number of kills as meritorious service, because it is boring.

Just like ordinary people don't remember how many chickens they have eaten or how many fish they have killed, Gin doesn't care about such numbers.

When will this boring illusion end?

Another face of a dead body dangled in front of his eyes.

Gin barely recognized the guy's identity, a serial killer who used to be active in Europe, and liked to attack young men and women with green eyes.

That was 22 years ago.

At that time, he had not obtained the code name of the organization, nor did he have the power he has now.

Gin has forgotten the idiot's name, but he remembers unceremoniously throwing the guy's body into the big formalin jar along with the so-called collectibles.

Now, the corpse's face and scattered eyes floated up and down, just like the scene when it was floating in the jar.

Boring, ugly, disgusting.

Gin was impatient.

The drug research and development department of the organization is a bunch of waste, claiming to stimulate the deepest fear in the target and defeat the psychological defense of the most stubborn people?

That's it?

Visions simply brought back ugly images that had long been forgotten.

——Since you will forget, it means that it is not worth remembering.

What kind of shitty interrogation potion is this, is it used to give some idiots an injection to remind them of the password of the safe that they accidentally forgot?

Gin's eyes were half-closed.

Under the warm yellow bathroom light, there was nothing covering this body.

The long hair was messy, and the drooping eyelashes kept rolling down with water drops.

The murderous aura on his body became stronger.

"Bourbon, Keel..."

Talking to himself in a low voice.

Gin seemed to be hallucinating, and his hands subconsciously made a movement of breaking someone's neck.

But there was nothing in front of him, and his fingertips touched the cold tiles, trembling slightly, as if returning to reality.

"It's really you."

Gin let out a dangerous low laugh.

He repeated the undercover list that Kurosawa told him before he left, as if he was slowly breaking free from the illusion, he reached out and brushed his messy and wet long hair behind him, the narrowed dark green pupils made him look like a A bloodthirsty beast that devours people.

35.

A woman in all black was walking in an underground garage.

She looked like a motorcycle rider, but she had a fierce aura about her.

She looked like she had just come back from outside and was about to get inside the elevator.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang.

It was a very special, urgent sound.

The woman immediately took out her phone.

It was a text message, the name and profile picture were very ordinary, and the content was also very ordinary, just to invite old friends to meet.

But this is the agreed code, the code to retreat.

The woman looked anxious and wanted to reply. She paused her fingers, and as if she heard something, she suddenly pulled out the wooden warehouse and pointed to the darkness at the end of the garage.

"Who?"

"it's me!"

A man with short blond hair stepped out.

"It's Bourbon!" The woman shoved the phone back into her pocket without any trace.

"Good evening, Keel."

The blond man didn't wear his usual smile, and his aura was a bit subtle, not quite like the group member Bourbon he had seen during the day. In addition to the text message that suggested leaving the group just now, this made Kiel vigilant, still Holding up the wooden barn.

"...Hondo Eikai."

Bourbon directly reported Keir's real name, and the latter's expression was shocked, and he almost opened the wooden warehouse.

"what are you saying?"

"You are an agent sent by the CIA. You and I were both suspected by the organization and interrogated by Gin during the leak of the police agency's undercover list. Have you forgotten?"

"Bourbon, what are you talking about..."

"Our identities have been exposed." Bourbon directly took out an ID from his arms.

The certificate is his face, but he is wearing the uniform of the public security police.

Kiel still did not let go of the wooden warehouse, because there is a witch with a thousand faces in the organization who can perfectly disguise others, so Kiel will not let down his vigilance no matter what temptations he faces.

"So you're an undercover agent!"

Kilgore breaks the barn.

Anyway, whether it is Bourbon or Belmode, the Witch of Thousand Faces, they all have the skills to avoid this wooden warehouse.

Bourbon rolled cleanly and jumped behind the pillar on Kiel's right.

"It's an emergency. I have no other choice but to take you away." Boben hid behind the pillar and read all of Keel's situation clearly.

Including Keir's family and her boss, she cooperated with Akai Shuichi's fraudulent death.

"...Gin has always suspected that Akai Shuichi is not dead. You never really lied to him. He wanted to use you as bait to catch more undercover agents, but now things have changed."

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Keir has some confidence in her heart, but the responsibility she bears prevents her from being negligent.

Bourbon held up the wooden silo behind the post, and inside was a tranquilizer bomb.

——He didn't want to see Kiel die tragically, he had to take Kiel away.

At this time, an anesthetic needle suddenly flew out of the darkness, hitting Kiel's right hand.

Keir's body shook twice, his expression panicked, and then he collapsed on the ground and lost consciousness.

Bourbon was shocked.

What kind of anesthesia needle is this, it takes effect within a second after it is inserted, and it can make people shake in place twice before slowly falling into a coma without even falling?The effect is fast and violent, and the body that allows people to control the disobedient body... These are two completely opposite drug effects!

"who is it?"

Bourbon dared not leave the hidden pillar.

"Ah, I should be the one who asked this question, big brother, who are you?"

A voice came out.

I saw a boy in a small blue suit walking slowly into the light, raised his head, and smiled confidently: "I know Mr. Amuro, you are not him."

Bourbon: "..."

Bourbon looked at Keel on the ground, thinking about how to take her away, when he heard another gasp.

A very familiar person ran over.

"See you in the wind?"

Bourbon stepped out, examining the boy.

At this time, he found that his subordinate Kazami Yuya was nervous, and his expression was still in a daze.

"Kazami... Uncle Kazami told me that Mr. Amuro was too busy to go home. However, Uncle Kazami received an urgent order from the Police Department on the way home. All the undercover agents here may be exposed, and their lives are in danger. The person who issued this anonymous warning is very familiar with the internal structure and intelligence channels of the Police Agency, and even attached a list of the black organization's industries in Tokyo. This content is just right Consistent with the information we have.”

Bourbon looked at the child with a complicated expression, pointing at himself as he stretched out his hand.

"So——the truth is that you are from another world, right? Mr. Furutani Rei, who infiltrated the black organization under the pseudonym Toru Amuro, code-named Bourbon."

"who are you?"

Jiang Gu Ling narrowed his eyes, he couldn't understand the situation before him, how could this child know his origin, how could he know that he made a hasty decision after seeing the high-ranking official of the police department being shot to death on the street TV news?

"My name is Edogawa Conan, I'm a detective... Wait a minute!"

Conan saw Rei Furutani raised the wooden warehouse with a gloomy expression, waved his hands, and said awkwardly and nervously, "I am the shrunken Kudo Shinichi. I met another self, so I know these things."

"Shinichi Kudo? Get smaller?"

Rei Fuguya suspected that he suddenly couldn't understand Japanese. What does the connection of these two words mean?

Can people get smaller?

But upon closer inspection, this brat's stinking face really looks like Kudo Shinichi... No, it's impossible!

"boom."

"not good!"

Conan rolled over with his head in his arms, narrowly avoiding it, and he looked at Furutani Rei in horror.

"Mr. Jiang Gu?" Kazami was also dumbfounded.

"Sedative bomb."

Furutani Rei blew on the wooden canister, raised the wooden cann again and aimed at Conan, "I think you are suspicious, it seems that we need to find a place to have a good talk."

"When, of course."

Conan took three steps back and smiled dryly.

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The author has something to say:

In order to distinguish, Toru Amuro, who wronged the world of science, continued to use a pseudonym, and the real name of Rei Furutani was used by someone from the world of science who regained his police status.

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Personally, I feel that an undercover agent like Jiang Guling lurking in the black side is as skeptical of everything as Kiel.

Because Conan spends most of his time dealing with Toru Amuro, who is gentle, easy-going and helpful, heck, if they meet in unfamiliar situations, it might be a bit... such a conflict