The Secret of Gin [Conan]

96.

The rolling hills have been covered by yellowed vegetation, and fallen trees and jagged rocks have blocked the road.

Rotten and blackened branches and leaves covered the outside of the wooden house, and moss grew on the deserted steps.

This is an abandoned village.

There are quite a few mountain villages like this in Japan. People originally lived in the deep mountains, farming and hunting for a living, but the roads in the mountains are not smooth, there is no TV signal, and they have to bring their own generators if they want to use electrical appliances.Young people leave home for the city and never return, old people die gradually, and finally the village is abandoned like this.

No one will visit here except lovers of supernatural film shooting.

A weasel crouched on a dusty, leaf-covered window sill, wriggling its way into a crevice in a log cabin, into its warm, wind-resistant shelter.

"Snapped."

A monkey squatting on a high place turned into a cloud of blood and fell in front of it.

The fur of the weasel was dyed a light red.

It let out a terrified and shrill cry, rolled directly from the window sill to the ground, and fled into the bushes in a hurry.

If the creatures in this mountain forest can communicate with each other, then there must be a horrible legend among them—it has been haunted recently, and animals often turn into a pool of shredded meat without warning.

In the bloody smell of minced meat, there was a terrible smell.

The smell of gunpowder——

"1400 meters."

This is an estimated distance, and there must be some errors in reality.

A moving target is also more difficult than a chalk circled target.

Gin had no interest in the latter and chose the former directly.

In a real environment, wind speed, temperature, and humidity will all affect the accuracy of firing bullets, which cannot be achieved by the organization's virtual exercise base.

Gin asked Kurosawa which force had taken over the organization's sniper training base in Japan.

Kurosawa had a strange expression on his face.

Because there is no such base at all!

If the organization has this kind of extraordinary holographic simulation technology, what achievements in the field of biomedicine should be used to lure the big shots, wouldn't it be good to start a virtual game company?This kind of holographic technology that affects the brain can control the brains of all players at a high level, and it is also an electronic opium at a low level, which cannot be quit at all.

Isn't this equivalent to having countless hostages?

What?Can only train snipers?

What technology is this?You must know that those snipers are still using real wooden warehouse weapons!

Kurosawa felt a little regretful that he hadn't been able to pretend to be gin and sneak into the organization's base during his stay in that world to experience this technique.

Gin is not in the mood to discuss with Kurosawa the difference in organizational technology between the two worlds.

He changed more than five types of sniper guns, and confirmed that there was no difference in the guns, even the scopes were exactly the same, but when they were actually used... strange things happened.

At first, he couldn't hit the target beyond 900 yards, which was outrageous.

After the bullet leaves the wooden chamber, it will automatically deflect when it flies to a certain distance.

Gin used to think that it was a matter of his own ability, that long-distance sniping would lose accuracy, but now he doesn't think so.

Especially after watching Kurosawa open a wooden warehouse.

Because of the understanding of "self", Gin Jiu confirmed that this is definitely not a technical defect, as if there is an invisible force in the dark.

This reminds Gin of Kogoro Mori and Shinichi Kudo...

But Gin didn't believe in such a thing.

He tried again and again, tirelessly.

It's like running water washes the river bank again and again, grinding away obstacles, and finally makes everything fit together.

……

Ray Minton, who was equipped with a silencer, shot out another bullet from the chamber of the wooden sniper, and a red mist erupted in the bushes.

"1500 meters."

The dark green eyes moved away from the scope.

The body of the animal is smaller, the speed is faster, and there are plants covering it, and the light in the mountains and forests is not bright enough. Under these conditions, they can still shoot accurately, which shows that they have completely mastered the sniper ability within this distance.

almost.

Although he did not reach the scheduled goal and challenged more than 2000 meters, Gin believed that it was only a matter of time.

A stable sniper distance and a sniper record are two different things. The record of 3000 meters is luck and it is difficult to replicate. The stable range of ace snipers in this world is basically around 1500 meters.

Terrain will also restrict the performance of snipers, and the forest is one of the most difficult places.

Time to change places.

At the same time... some things should be resolved.

The gin re-presses bullets into the wooden chamber, and the rays of the sun that are gradually setting in the west just flow down along the gaps in the branches and leaves.

The metal bullet casing on the fingertips glowed with a dazzling halo.

***

"Crack."

The boot broke a dead branch.

Some lizards fled in panic.

Kurosawa stopped in his tracks. He bent over and lowered his head while maintaining his smoking position, observing a shiny object sunk in the mud.

It lay in a puddle of flesh and mud, and many insects gathered to feast on the food.

Kurosawa stood up again, turned his head to inspect the surrounding trees, and soon he found a smooth and ideal sniper trajectory in the gaps among the branches and leaves.

Because there are dry stones in that direction, the terrain is higher.

Because the bullets fired from that position happened to be blocked by any obstacles.

"1200 meters?"

Kurosawa pressed out the cigarette on the tree trunk, then shook his head slightly, like a hunter who saw through a trap.

He turned around and walked into the forest again.

"Looks like it's today."

Kurosawa stuffed the cigarette butts into the transparent bag he carried, took out the Bo|Lai|Ta from his clothes, opened the magazine, and dexterously stroked the wooden barrel and bullets with his fingers, like a young man holding flowers, full of anticipation ready for the appointment.

97.

There is a shrine on the high ground not far from the village.

Although the shrine is also deserted, except for the fallen leaves on the steps, the building still remains the same, and the stone statues can also be vaguely recognized.

The bell hanging on the eaves was rusted and entangled by vines beyond recognition. From a distance, it looked like a hideous strange snake, dragging its half-dead body, staring at everyone who came in from the door.

Kurosawa's figure appeared on the steps at the end of the shrine.

The sun was sinking slowly, and the roof of the shrine, which was covered with dust and dead leaves, shone slightly in the sunset.

Also covers the reflection of the scope.

"boom."

The bullet brushed Kurosawa's right hair and pierced into the completely faded torii column, bringing out a series of dazzling flames.

Kurosawa avoided the fatal blow by turning sideways.

"...Sure enough, you found out, it's hard for us to notice that the other party is targeting us."

Kurosawa chuckled, took a deep breath, and jumped into the bushes just in time.

With the help of the torii to block the sight of ambushers on the roof, they quietly hide into the dense forest beside the road.

He didn't make any dodging or rolling movements, because these would not escape Gin's prediction, but retreating into the dark is not necessarily safe...

"Crack."

A crisp sound.

It was the sound of a hidden rough mechanism being stepped on.

This arrangement is impossible to trap Heisawa, but it can point out the location of Heisawa for Gin.

Bullets flew into the dense undergrowth.

Mikura fell to nothing.

These three positions are very tricky, and if they fail to hit, it means that Kurosawa did not continue to go deep into the woods.

Gin decisively left the roof, once the ambush position was exposed, it meant losing all meaning.

The sun completely disappeared into the sky in just a few minutes, and before the moon rose, darkness completely enveloped the forest, and the abandoned buildings looked like the sleeping bodies of monsters.

Gin stood silently in the dark, trying to discern the smell in the house.

Solid alcohol, compressed biscuits, canned food...

This is what they left behind during their stay at the shrine for a few days.

For some unspoken reason, they each occupied two houses in the shrine, and the most spacious house enshrining the idol was only used for fire.

Ammunition is not stored here.

It is a very ideal place to fight, and I believe Kurosawa will choose the same.

...Here it comes, the faint breath of green grass and soil floats in from the window.

Gin turned his head subconsciously, but the Bo | Lai | Tower in his hand turned abruptly to another direction, aiming at the door and opened a wooden warehouse.

The flames flickered and disappeared.

Kurosawa's hat was blown off.

The black shadow that slid in from the window froze on the ground, it was Kurosawa's coat.

There was a weird smile in Kurosawa's eyes, as if to say, you are not fooled.

The next second he raised the Be|Ray|Tower.

Gin continued to pull the trigger expressionlessly, and the flames lit up around Kurosawa again and again.

The same firefly lights up around Gin.

Like a fierce firework constantly blooming in the darkness.

The strong smell of gunpowder smoke flowed into the lungs with the breath of death, the dust filled the air, and the broken wood debris flew around, forming a violent storm that swept the entire room.

Suddenly, the sound of the wooden warehouse stopped.

The two quickly change magazines behind the cover of their choice.

"You are too impatient, you are more impatient than I thought." Kurosawa raised the wooden barn again, and it was another accurate judgment and a series of flames.

The bullet hit the stone wall, forming even more terrifying stray bullets, flying around the room.

If another person enters this house, he may be taken away by the god of death in an instant.

Yet those who cause death will not stop.

A few days was enough for them to familiarize themselves with every structure of the house and know where to hide most of the stray bullets. They occupied one of them and took the rest as targets.

"But you're boring and more patient than I thought."

Gin casually wiped away the bloodstains from the bullets, and emptied a magazine again.

Kurosawa's voice came from the darkness, and he was very calm, not even his breath was disturbed.

Even people who sit on a park bench and watch their friends drink and make trouble don't have the stability of mind he has.

"At the port of Jiangdong District fifteen days ago, you wanted to take the opportunity to kill me during the scuffle, but you gave up because you didn't know enough about this world."

Kurosawa loaded the third magazine.

"Just entered this mountain area seven days ago, you want to smash the gas tank and let me die in that car, but you don't think it's safe, because you are confident that you can escape from the burning car, and you are sure that I can too. "

Kurosawa took out the second Bo|Lai|ta.

He suddenly rolled over and came to a corner.

The wall is still warm.

Kurosawa smiled, and suddenly turned his head, watching the bullet fly past the tip of his nose.

"I think it's this mountain forest, just like why you chose Akita County instead of Aomori County."

Aomori has more deep mountains and dense forests, but Akita has many hot springs.

Some hot springs are good for soaking in, but some sulfur pools—

"It's a good place to destroy corpses."

Kurosawa pulled the trigger, and his smile deepened.

If you want to kill "yourself", the biggest problem is to dispose of the corpse.

——It must be completely destroyed, and no valuable clues can be left behind.

This is not an easy task, unless there is an entire warehouse of bombs, or enough chemicals, and complicated processing procedures, preferably in an inaccessible place, with enough time.

"Tsk, it's very troublesome."

Judging from Kurosawa's tone, he couldn't tell that he was talking about death and corpses, let alone about himself.

"I have been thinking hard for you for a long time these days, and I also found a high-temperature acid pool in the mountains... Unfortunately, it is [-] kilometers away from here, and you need to climb over two mountains on the way. So you chose to snipe, although it is very risky, But you can avoid injuries and preserve your energy."

In the dark, they kept changing their hiding places.

The situation is spiraling out of control as the shrine houses are gradually destroyed.

Neither Kurosawa nor Gin had been shot yet, but they both had bullet wounds on their faces and their clothes were torn.

"... Now, you shouldn't be arrogant enough to think that you can kill me without any damage? How difficult it is, are you going to carry my body for such a long distance while being seriously injured? Maybe you can, I don't really think about it, I'm too tired."

Like Gin, Kurosawa did it with the intention of killing the opponent.

It wasn't Kurosawa's choice, it was Gin's.

Kurosawa couldn't back down, or he would really die.

——If the thoughts in the mind are not firm, there will be flaws, and their abilities are so similar.

Kurosawa's fingers suddenly stopped.

Bo | Lai | Taka played.

This was an accident that neither side expected.

Kurosawa quickly rolled behind the statue, but Gin was one step ahead of him, and a wooden warehouse hit Kurosawa on the right shoulder.

Kurosawa snorted: "...a meeting ceremony at the same location."

He dropped the jammed be|lay|ta and threw himself on the gin in the flash of the bullet.

Gin aimed mercilessly at Kurosawa's vitals, and backed away while pulling the trigger.

"Crack."

The floor is broken.

He lost his balance for a second, but steadied himself quickly, but one of Kurosawa's bullets also landed in Gin's left leg.

The smell of blood filled the air.

They started a hand-to-hand fight indifferently. After the bullets were empty this time, there would be no chance to change the magazine.

With completely consistent skills and similar abilities, no one can gain an advantage.

But 10 minutes later, Gin felt more and more pain in his right rib, beyond the position where he was shot in the calf, and he couldn't believe it.

This injury should have almost healed, how could it be...

Kurosawa punched Gin's right abdomen hard, forcing Gin's movements to stop for a second. This kind of severe pain would have passed out from the pain in ordinary people, but Gin was still struggling to fight back.

Kurosawa leaned back slightly, staggered a step, but his voice was laughing: "The strength is too small."

Unable to control the strength under the severe pain, Gin instinctively reached out to touch the small grenade inside the windbreaker.

Kurosawa pressed Gin's arm in time.

They stayed in front of the statue in a stalemate.

The clothes were torn, and blood slowly flowed down the texture.

Kurosawa bowed his head and teased in a brisk and sarcastic tone:

"...If the fight continues, Akai Shuichi's hidden dangers will be gone."

The veins on Gin's forehead popped out.

But as Kurosawa said, if we continue, we will die together.

——Akai Shuichi, who is far away in the United States, is like Bourbon, and somehow became the winner.

"You can't kill me, and I can't kill you. Even if we can...we have to pay the price. So now, have you changed your mind?"

Kurosawa grasped the gin with his left hand and slowly exerted force. Under their hands was a round pot.

A grenade that could determine their life or death at their current distance.

Gin's right rib was getting more and more painful, and he confirmed that the position of the broken bone had changed.

Under the threat that his internal organs would be pierced by bones at any time, he resolutely let go first.

Kurosawa took the grenade.

The fight ceased.

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The author has something to say:

GIN, in the world of science, a broken rib won’t heal for half a month