The Secret of Gin [Conan]

11.

The light from the bar shines on the cocktail glasses.

Vodka impatiently threw away the mint leaves that adorned the rim of the cup, raised his neck and drank the liquor inside in one gulp.

He loosened the collar of his black suit and lit a cigarette.

—Brother has been a little strange recently.

Vodka slowly puffed out smoke rings, thinking.

A lot of people in the organization think that vodka is dull, dumb, and brainless, but that's not true, vodka is just lazy.

After all, his partner and direct commander is Gin. Gin can think of everything that Vodka can think of, and Gin will not miss the details that Vodka can't notice.

People are lazy.

Vodka used to be a mercenary, but now he works for the organization. He has always been supported by a team or accomplices. He doesn't want to worry too much, and feels that he doesn't have the qualifications.

Yes, Vodka doesn't like to think, but that doesn't mean he has no brains.

A real idiot couldn't survive around Gin.

The last thing Qin Jiu wants to endure is not an undercover agent with ulterior motives, but an idiot who can't do anything well.

But having said that, most of the people in the organization will look like a fool without a brain when they are around Gin. Vodka thinks confidently that he is just a little "ordinary", not a fool. What the elder brother told him to do, He has done well, and the eldest brother is also very satisfied.

But recently...

The vodka cigarette between his fingers trembled slightly, and the ash fell onto the bar.

He was wondering when the gin problem started.

Is it the silver hair that appeared in the Porsche seat ten days ago?

In vodka's opinion, long hair will also lose short hair, who doesn't have a few new hairs?It may also be the remnant after the long hair was cut off!

Anyway, it can't be the hair of someone other than gin.

After all, the vodka had only washed the car that morning.

——In addition to Gin, there are indeed other silver-haired people in the organization.But they are either dead, or they are not in Japan.

There was only one woman code-named Belmode, who also had long hair and slightly curly hair, which was completely different from Gin's hair.

Vodka for sure, that's gin hair!Not someone else's!

As for Gin's suspicion that someone had gotten into the car, but no trace was found... Vodka didn't take it seriously at all.

Gin is suspicious by nature, and everyone in the organization knows this.

Maybe a passing feral cat grabbed the door handle?

There must have been some traces of something wrong that Gin had spotted, but it turned out not to be as bad as Gin guessed, which is common.

But since that day, Gin's mood has been turning sour.

For example, I checked the monitoring of the organization's training base three times, and pressed Vodka's head with Bo | Lai | Tower to ask him where he has been.

This is abnormal.

Do not……

Vodka's mouth twitched slightly.

He didn't tell anyone about Gin's anomaly, because in the ears of other people in the organization, this is Gin's normal behavior, and Gin has always been like this, and some people even cursed Gin for being neurotic and a lunatic behind his back.

Vodka sneered secretly.

No, those idiots don't get it, Gin does everything for a reason!

But lately there has been an increase in vigilance, searches, observations, and doubts for no reason!

This is very strange!

Vodka didn't really care about gin, but gin's bad mood would seriously affect Vodka's quality of life and work, so he had to think about the reason.

"Ugh."

Vodka finished smoking the whole cigarette and found himself even more worried.

Maybe this is the consequence of partnering with Gin!

With a lazy mind, you will always be forced to work twice as much on a certain day, thinking wildly, so annoying that you can't sleep.

Vodka threw the cigarette butt under his feet and stamped it out.

Then, as if he remembered something, he silently bent down to pick up the cigarette butt, and stuffed it back into his pocket—because Gin had scolded him not to leave anything with a saliva sample in public.

Then habitually put the wine glass into the pocket and drop the banknotes.

The bartender confirmed that the note would pay for the cup, and fell silent.

Vodka is wearing sunglasses, has a vicious look, is burly, and is wearing a black suit—it looks like a character from the Black | Road. The Black | Road is a legal society in Japan, and ordinary people are unwilling to provoke it.

Vodka felt that someone was looking at him, it was a surprised look.

He stared back savagely.

Usually, the other person would shrink back in fright, quivering like a quail.

But this time vodka hit a snag.

12.

It was a fat man.

Wearing a cheap suit, there are still some stains on the tie. Although the chin is thick and the face is full of flesh, but the small eyes are narrowed timidly, and the back is habitually hunched when sitting there, it is completely useless of office workers.

He opened his mouth slightly, his expression horrified.

For a moment, his eyes widened, showing traces of ferocity.

On the small round table next to the man was an empty cocktail and a mint leaf thrown aside.

13.

Vodka was stunned.

Literally stunned.

His hand unconsciously reached into his pocket and grabbed the wooden warehouse.

Soon he found that the man had exactly the same reaction as him, and the right hand behind his back seemed to be digging for something.

——No, this is a public place.

Whether it is digging out the wooden warehouse or opening the wooden warehouse, it will cause riots and attract the attention of the police afterwards.

This is different from the situation of carrying out organizational tasks. There is no response here, and there is no evacuation plan. I don't know the surveillance situation of the surrounding streets, and it is very likely that it will be photographed by surveillance.

Vodka let go of the wooden bin, strode to the table, and grabbed the man's tie.

"Snapped."

The wine glass broke.

One is on the man's desk and the other is the vodka in his pocket.

Shards of glass exploded from the floor and were trampled by several feet.

They are mixed together and can no longer be distinguished.

Vodka felt the resistance of the man beneath him, muscles tensed under the cheap suit.

But the other party didn't make a superficial resistance, but cooperated with him very much. Under the panicked gaze of everyone in the bar, they came to the alley behind the bar.

In the empty alley, the street lights are broken, and the neon lights in the distance of the street are flickering.

The trash can was overturned, and the two stray dogs were startled. They felt the unusual murderous aura and ran away with their tails in fright.

There is no third person in the alley.

Before Vodka could speak, the man under him suddenly pushed him against the wall.

Vodka quickly drew out his weapon, pointing Mu Cangkou with his right hand at the opponent's neck.

The man put his left arm against Vodka's chest, and the right weapon aimed at Vodka's heart.

They paused for a second, then fought fiercely again.

But no one opened the insurance.

They rolled in the alley with bruises and swollen faces, punching to the flesh.

Shattered sunglasses, broken tie...

"Who are you? What are you?"

Vodka gasped.

At the same time, the man also asked angrily: "Who sent you? Did you want to do something to the elder brother?"

"..."

The fight stopped suddenly.

The two raised their fists and grasped the weapon, frozen there like a sculpture.

Such close combat can confirm many things.

For example, the real muscles on the opponent's body are not a physique disguised by stuffing cotton.

For another example, there is no trace of camouflage on the other party's face... It's not plastic surgery either!

This is a complete guy who looks exactly like himself!

Except for the clothes.

14.

In the early morning, Street Park.

Vodka roughly drives away the bum who is sleeping on the bench.

He picked up a small bottle of painkiller medical spray, sprayed it on his face, looked up and saw the man on the other side touching his face and baring his teeth, he couldn't help but sneer:

"you have not?"

He didn't even bring emergency medicine with him when he went out, and the counterfeit product was indeed a counterfeit product.

"you--"

The man stared at the vodka viciously, and couldn't help but pulled|out of the wooden bin.

Vodka's reaction was not slow, and the two continued to confront each other.

Vodka's head was buzzing, he didn't know if it was the impact during the fight just now, or the sense of absurdity brought by the person in front of him.

The first time he saw this person in the bar, he fell into deep horror.

Vodka wears sunglasses all the year round, almost no one has seen his real face, or the memory of those who have seen it is also blurred, it is difficult to match his face with the file photo, but he will never mistake his own face !

Even if a guy is wearing a cheap suit, hunched over, gathering murderous looks, and pretending to be an office worker——

That's right, Vodka doesn't wear a black suit and sunglasses every day, and there are times when he doesn't want to draw attention from others, and this office worker's attire is the choice he usually makes.

So who is this person?Why pretend to be yourself?

Vodka's brain was running wildly, and he quickly came to a conclusion that this person might be from the organization or sent by the enemy.But no matter how disguised as his own purpose, it must be to deal with Gin!

however……

What happened next was very strange.

Whether it's fighting style or subtle habits, their responses are highly similar.

Vodka's head swells.

Horror, confusion, doubt...

Various emotions appeared alternately on his face.

How to do?

Vodka made a decision without hesitation.

He maintained the posture of holding the wooden warehouse, and quickly took out the mobile phone from his clothes with the other hand, and skillfully pressed the number of Gin.

What choked Vodka was that the person opposite did exactly the same thing as him.

"Beep, beep—"

The phone was connected, but there was no sound from the receiver.

Vodka's throat was dry, and he glared at the man across from him.

The man on the other side stared at him too.

"...Big brother, I encountered a strange thing."

Vodka spoke dryly into the microphone.

After speaking, he couldn't help but glared at the man across from him.

Bullshit counterfeit, imitate him?

etc!Vodka thought to himself, is this guy imitating the whole process with his excellent acting skills, or——

Not only two selves, but two gins?

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The author has something to say:

For fun (hey), oh, for the author's bad taste, the phone can be connected, and it will not be strung up

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did i just want to write gin narcissus

No, I also want to write about two vodka sitting together drinking

Vodka A: Big brother is so hard to serve

Vodka B: yes yes yes