The Secret of Gin [Conan]

Everything in the past is like photos in an old album.

Yellowed and faded, meaningless.

Kurosawa does not believe that Gin is a person who misses the past, and Gin's reaction can only prove that Gin has become suspicious.

And this kind of skeptical reaction should have happened when they first met, or when they first heard about the existence of parallel worlds, it couldn't be now.

"What did you find?" Kurosawa asked directly.

Gin put down the wooden warehouse, but did not stop examining Kurosawa.

"Talk to me about vodka, or tissue."

"...Are you verifying memory?"

Kurosawa asked sharply.

Gin didn't answer, just stared at his face.

Kurosawa is very familiar with this look, whenever Kurosawa wants to judge whether a member of the organization is lying, it is like this.

Kurosawa never observes secretly, he can examine those people unscrupulously, Kurosawa does not understand the set of psychological micro-expression analysis that Americans boast about, but as long as he sees the other party's unnatural small movements and expressions, I knew that the other party was hiding something and not telling the truth.

Kurosawa can see through other people's acting skills, including Belmode who disguised himself and mingled with him. He can also catch one right, but he has no acting skills himself.

in other words……

If Kurosawa told a lie, he couldn't hide it from Gin.

With such speculation, Kurosawa can only guess that Gin is doubting his memory and whether everything around him is real.

"Why do you think that, because the injury healed too quickly?"

Kurosawa touched the bandage-wrapped wound on his right shoulder, and suddenly smiled, "It's really amazing, when we first met, you gave me a wooden warehouse, but the wound healed so fast, it was unbelievable. "

Gin's pupils shrank slightly.

Kurosawa said casually: "There are two explanations for this, such as the difference between the two worlds, because Uozuka Saburo broke his middle finger by your vodka, and this injury... also healed quickly. After we entered Doro On the day at the Biga Amusement Park, his injury was basically healed, but I still let him wear this wound."

As a result, the Kaitou Kidd knocked Uozuka Saburo unconscious, and appeared in front of Kurosawa as a substitute.

Kidd's acting is good, and he's perfectly feigned to be handicapped.

So Kurosawa saw through it at a glance.

"...After returning to this world, Uozuka Saburo and the others were assigned by us to clean the glass and the floor? At that time, I confirmed that his injury was fine, and he really recovered in less than a month gone."

Kurosawa looked at Gin and expressed his thoughts without hesitation.

"That's why I thought of you."

"Are you testing me, observing me?" Qin Jiu asked back.

Kurosawa leaned against the wall, spread his hands, nodded and admitted directly: "That's right, I want to see how many days it takes for you to recover from your injury... You don't care about this injury at all, and you decided to kill me soon, which means that you In my mind, the recovery speed of this injury is normal...so I'm curious."

Kurosawa's eyes fell on Gin's right rib, and then he raised his head: "This is very unusual. I used this weakness to try again, and then your injury broke out. I started to ask you, are you really sure how long it will take for the fracture to heal?" .That's all I know, now can you tell me what's wrong with your memory?"

Qin Jiu felt a strange feeling in his heart.

It's not anger, but a kind of as expected, which is indeed my peculiar idea.

He suppressed this abnormal emotion, and quickly considered whether to tell the truth to Kurosawa.

98.

Autumn rain is a cold and transparent curtain covering the mountains and forests.

There is no sound of people, no birdsong, only the movement of water droplets rolling along the branches and leaves of trees.

The floor tiles of the shrine have long been "torn" to pieces by the plants, and the rainwater has turned into large and small potholes, like countless pairs of eyes reflecting the stone statue.

The statue's head was shattered by a stray bullet last night.

The bonfire was extinguished by the rain, leaving only wisps of black smoke mixed with a faint smell of gunpowder smoke.

Suddenly, the bushes in the distance shook.

A chunky man in a mountaineering suit ran over with a panicked expression.

He looked back while running, and rushed into the torii gate with the steps on his hands.

"boom."

The sound of wooden barns echoed in the dense forest.

The back of the dumpy man was bloody and bloody, and he fell to the ground, struggling to hold on to the weeds.

The sharp blade of grass cut his finger, and the blood flowed with the rain.

"No, no...let me go, I won't dare again."

His face was covered with mud and tears, he felt the breath of death, fear and pain made him beg for mercy incoherently.

Laughter and taunting words came from the woods.

"Coward Yamamoto, you bring people into the mountains and make money in our hunting grounds. If you don't spit out the money you earn, you want to die. It's not that easy!"

Two men carrying a hunting barn walked out of the woods.

Their heads were tied with headbands, they wore black waistcoats that looked like bulletproof vests, and they wore bright orange waterproof hiking suits like the men on the ground, with ropes hanging around their waists.

This is the boar hunter.

Due to the serious flood of wild boars in Japan, wild boars will break into villages and county towns and wreak havoc, planing and rotting crops, and eating birds and small mammals in the mountains and forests. Therefore, in order to reduce the number of wild boar populations, the government publicly issued a reward for each wild boar The corpse can be exchanged for a bounty of tens of thousands of yen.

The bigger the wild boar, the higher the bounty, and it will be featured in the newspaper.

In the mountains and forests of Akita Prefecture, wild boars generally weigh more than [-] kilograms and are difficult to deal with.

Wild boar hunters also have a lot of equipment, from trap clips to lassoes, steel forks, hunting and wooden warehouses.

When these things are used against the same kind, hunters will find that humans are much easier to deal with than wild boars.

Running slowly, with little strength...

Easier to catch than a rabbit.

"Haha, Yamamoto, run again!"

"boom."

Another bullet.

It hit the steps, and the gravel flew.

The injured Yamamoto wailed and begged for mercy: "There are so many wild boars in the mountains, you can't kill them all... I really didn't steal your chance to make a fortune... I only got a little money as a guide, not much..."

But in the eyes of his kind, he has become a poor and weak prey.

The hunters even put down the wooden barn, took out sticks and lassoes, and played with Yamamoto as a wild boar who had been shot or fell into a trap.

Yamamoto didn't even dare to turn his head back, so he could only climb forward desperately.

Because the front part of the wild boar hunter's lasso is a mechanism buckle, which is made of twisted steel wires. When the wild boar bites and attacks, it will catch the protruding nose of the wild boar, and then sink deeply into the meat.

"Climb very fast!"

Yamamoto's hands were worn out, and he climbed to the end of the steps of the shrine in fear.

He staggered to his feet, trying to escape into one of the rooms, which he blindly believed was the only way out.

But he saw a dilapidated scene.

The main building of the shrine collapsed.

The statue enshrined outside is missing half of its head, and the canals on both sides are full of fallen leaves and some shiny things.

Before Yamamoto could identify what it was, he was knocked down by a strong force behind him.

Then he felt the noose grabbing his leg, and he kicked instinctively, screaming immediately.

The hunters laughed and dragged Yamamoto back like a wild boar.

until one of them slipped.

"what is this?"

The hunter looked down at the reflection in the puddle.

He fished the thing out of the stagnant water and looked at it in the palm of his hand.

"Bombs, bullet casings?"

The hunter stammered.

He held the metal shell, as if he had discovered the footprints left by a beast.

Because there are these glowing gadgets all over the place, hidden in the crevices of fallen leaves, submerged in stagnant water, and at a glance, they look like fireflies in the summer grass.

—what happened here? !

The casings are new without any rust.

"...No, we didn't hear the sound of the wooden barn...it must have left."

The hunter holding the bullet casing couldn't help but look around, as if trying to convince himself that this place is absolutely safe.

"Yes, it may be the smugglers fighting."

Others answered the call one after another.

But this is a deep mountain and dense forest, not an isolated island on the beach, where did the smugglers come from.

They had the intention of retreating, and they didn't want to care about Yamamoto's life and death, so they began to back away vigilantly.

"boom."

A barn rings like a death knell.

The wild boar hunter who was holding the cartridge case had a bullet in his eyebrows. He opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to say something, but it was too late.His companion's expression changed drastically, from surprise to panic, and finally fixed on boundless fear.

"Who, come out!"

The three remaining hunters stood back to back, trying to stay calm and find the enemy, but the second bullet had already penetrated one of them in the chest.

Blood splashes.

The people who were still alive were completely frightened and rushed towards the direction of the steps.

Soon, the third corpse rolled out of the torii.

The only living hunter held the hunter Mucang and pulled the trigger frantically.

The sound of this kind of wooden warehouse is loud, but its power is not very good. Looking at Yamamoto's bloody back, it is clear that the damage of those gunpowder particles is limited.

"Ahhh-"

The hunter yelled frantically, and suddenly his wrist hurt, and the hunter Mucang had already fallen to the ground.

Then his body was forcefully thrown back, his hands were pressed on his chest, his throat was rattling, and he fell on his back.

Yamamoto was taken aback.

A huge sense of fear and absurdity occupied his consciousness, and he couldn't understand what happened in these 2 minutes.

When the figure in the black windbreaker appeared, Yamamoto finally realized that they had broken into the lair of evil spirits. Just like in traditional Japanese ghost stories, the most terrifying thing in the deep mountains was never hunters or wild beasts, but A demon crawling out of hell.

***

Kurosawa didn't even look at Yamamoto who fell under the mouth of his wooden warehouse.

He was not interested in how Yamamoto provoked the wild boar hunters, and what kind of malice those hunters tortured Yamamoto.Just like one would not want to know about the conflict between goose and chicken, only that they are noisy.

In particular, they interrupted an important conversation, which made Kurosawa very impatient.

The autumn rain was cold and continuous, washing the bloodstains on the ground.

Kurosawa stepped over the pale pink streams and walked back to the shrine's only remaining house.

"We should get out of here."