How to file a resignation with Gin

The Maine Coon is waiting for Natsuki to come home at the entrance.

It originally had a peaceful attitude, ignored Kurosawa Zhen with ease, and walked to the owner's side.Hojo Natsuki didn't feel that bad anymore, but he was still sleepy and tired, so he touched the cat's head a little to comfort him.

The cat saw the infusion patch on the back of his hand, and there was a little blood on the cotton, and immediately looked up at Heisawa in disbelief.

Kurosawa stared back blankly, and returned a silent sneer.

Hojo Natsuki pulled on his slippers and walked back to the room to change into pajamas, but he didn't notice that the two of them were fighting with their eyes.

Except for the day when it first moved into Heisawa's house, the Maine Coon did not do any house demolition.

Part of the reason is that it is locked in Natsuki's bedroom most of the time, and part of the reason is that neither it nor Kurosawa want to talk to each other, both out of the mentality of 'he (it) is Natsuki's guest (cat)' Treat the other party as air, and only occasionally express contempt with body and demeanor.

But this time something is different.

The cat felt that the owner's injury (referring to the infusion needle bleeding) was caused by this annoying human being.

The illusion of peace is torn apart, and the war between cats and men is about to break out.

But Natsuki Hojo was thinking about other things recently, so he didn't notice that these two were fighting openly and secretly.

He dreams more frequently and remembers them clearly when he wakes up.

This is an unusual thing. Most people can forget most of it by turning over after waking up, but he can't forget it even if he wants to.

The boy Kurosawa who died of the enemy's tricks, and the Kurosawa who communicated with invisible people on the rooftop...

What I dreamed later was not as exciting as these two scenes, and it was mostly everyday.He saw himself in his 20s, with a mature appearance, stretching the contours of a 16-year-old, retracting the cheek flesh, and still picking up the end of the eyes, looking quiet and steady.

But he knows what the adult version of Natsuki Hojo is thinking. When facing the computer, he thinks about what to eat after get off work, and when he is in a meeting, he thinks about the flaws of his new invention.

His boss is Mr. Kurosawa.

This FBI dons a long black trench coat and becomes the organization's TpKiller, Gin.

The position was reversed, but Natsuki Hojo didn't feel the sense of disobedience at all.

He has never seen Heisawa kill people, and the other party will not talk to him about the mission, and never mention his past, but when he saw Gin pull the trigger and blink his eyes to take the life of the traitor, he felt that Heise So should Mr. Ze.

He has killed many people, and has no respect for life, including his own.He accepted death as readily as any ordinary event in life.

Mr. Kurosawa always threatened him that "it is illegal for a minor to drive a motor vehicle" and "if I find it again, I will report it to the police." However, Hojo Natsuki thinks that this person is quite disregarding the law.He has his own principles, and this set of behavioral philosophy can be called arrogant, overriding most people's consensus on morality and law.

He only does what he needs, never curious, never questioning, never infighting.Like a knife, unless it is broken, the tip of the knife will always move forward.

……

"It's like watching a movie." Xia Shu described it to Edogawa Conan in this way, "I see my story from the perspective of God, so I remember it very clearly."

"What kind of story? A modern setting?"

"Modern, it happened in Tokyo, 'I' was 21 years old, had a complete life trajectory, and returned to China after graduating from Caltech..."

Conan showed a little curiosity: "Then what kind of work do you do?"

Hojo Natsuki thought it would scare you if he said it, he works for the Black Organization.

Multi-threaded work, the spirit is always tense, and at the same time, it has to fight wits and courage with the organization's inner ghost and the Japanese police. It is on the verge of sudden death every day, and it is half dead.

He said nonsense: "...work in the research institute."

"Sounds like a prophetic dream, although I don't quite believe it."

Conan said, "Have you ever dreamed of someone else?"

Mr. Kurosawa, but let’s not talk about this, it seems that he is weird.

"I dreamed of you." Natsuki Hojo thought thoughtfully, "But you are still a child...you look like eleven or twelve years old. In a coffee shop in California, together with your father, you encountered a murder case of love."

Conan was stunned: "Is the coffee shop you mentioned on the roof of a building?"

Natsuki Hojo: "Yes."

Conan tried to remember: "The case is, a man wanted to poison his girlfriend, but the victim was killed by another person in the toilet?"

Hojo Natsuki: "You can guess all of this?"

"...I still want to say that you can dream of this!" Conan was shocked, "This is something I have really experienced."

Natsuki Hojo: "???"

"How is it possible?" Xia Shu murmured, "If this is true..."

Isn't Mr. Kurosawa... the gin of the Black Organization!

incredible!Can not accept!

Could it be that Mr. Kurosawa is really the ghost sent by the Black Organization to the FBI?

"If you say that, it's no wonder." Xia Shu stared at the positioning bracelet on his hand, "He monitored my movements, if it was for organizing... But why did he let Kudou go...?"

Conan was confused: "What are you talking about?"

Xia Shu was sitting upright: "It's nothing, let's discuss it in a few days, maybe it's a prophetic dream?"

As a result, that night, Natsuki Hojo dreamed that he was kissing Gin, and it was not a soft scene that is common in movies and TV dramas. It was more... more... and then they...

Help.

Natsuki doesn't know how to describe that feeling, which is beyond the standard for a male high school student with 0 experience in holding hands.

After waking up, he confessed for a long time, not daring to look into Kurosawa's eyes, feeling as guilty as if he had done something wrong.

And this kind of trouble can only be confided to the only male friend of the same age.

Xia Shu: "Kudou, have you ever had that kind of dream?"

He accentuated on 'kind of'.

Edogawa Conan understood in a second, and immediately blushed: "...Aren't we talking about business?! Why are you talking about this all of a sudden!"

"It seems there is."

"..."

Xia Shu: "Where is the object?"

Conan tilted his head: "...don't ask you."

Xia Shu dragged his tone: "It seems to be..."

"Wait." Edogawa Conan thought of something, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and calmly turned his back on the guest, "I suddenly asked this because you also had that kind of dream, right?"

Xia Shu: "..."

Conan repeated his question: "Where is the subject?"

Xia Shu: "Kudou, you..."

Conan responded perfunctorily, imitating his tone just now: "It seems—"

"Is it appropriate for elementary school students to talk about this kind of topic?" Hojo Natsuki cut off the conversation coldly, "Let's talk about how to deal with that 'knit hat'."

Edogawa Conan twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that this man was really double-standard, and then turned his gaze to the sports bracelet on his wrist.

He asked: "I wanted to ask last time, is there any special effect on this bracelet? You have been wearing it for a long time."

"It." Hojo Natsuki looked down, and said calmly, "Mr. Kurosawa gave it, and it can locate me."

Edogawa Conan was shocked: "...ah?!"

"Don't worry, although I can't take it off, I have already made software for it, and I will block the signal when necessary."

"So are you driving now?"

"Ah."

"Even if it's for the purpose of protection... don't you think... er..." Conan said tactfully, "It seems that there is something..."

Mr. Kurosawa

The mind is too obvious.

Now using a sanctimonious excuse to install a locator on Xia Shu's body to control his whereabouts, what will happen in the future?Is this person completely abnormal?Is it really the FBI?

Conan became apprehensive, and once again began to doubt the identity of Kurosawa Jin.

"I also think it's unfair." Xia Shu said righteously, "That's why I occasionally secretly sprinkle tracking powder on Mr. Kurosawa's coat."

Conan was powerless: "Isn't the point of fairness fair?"

"if not?"

"……Fine."

Conan is relieved that Natsuki is not normal either, which is great.

……

Hojo Natsuki didn't know that Kudo Shinichi had completely characterized him as 'abnormal', otherwise he would definitely call out his injustice and open his eyes.

After returning home, he found that the originally tidy living room was in a mess, as if a tornado had passed through.

Xia Shu was stunned, and his first reaction was that maybe a thief had come in.

As a result, he took two steps inside and found a man and a cat confronting each other.

Mr. Kurosawa had a fresh claw mark on his face, the hem of his fine short sleeves was hooked, and he was holding the nape of the cat's neck in his right hand.The Maine Coon, on the other hand, appeared intact, grinning at the silver-haired man and purring menacingly from its throat.

The case was solved, it was a fight between cats and people that made the living room like this.

...but why did the projector hanging from the ceiling fall down? !Even the TV cabinet is deformed!

Hojo Natsuki didn't know what to say, although it was the first time he faced such a scene, the feeling of tiredness that surged up suddenly was inexplicably familiar.

"Mr. Kurosawa." He looked at his cat again, hesitated to speak, "You..."

The Maine Coon immediately retracted its claws, removing its aggressiveness.

It folded its ears back and opened its mouth innocently: "Mi."

Kurosawa: "?"

He let go, and the cat landed lightly, and ran towards Natsuki Hojo.

It rubbed against his calf with its tail upright, and glanced in the direction of Kurosawa from time to time.

Natsuki Hojo: "..."

If he hadn't recently discovered how cruel this little guy is, he would have been fooled by the cat's acting skills, thinking that Mr. Kurosawa was embarrassing a kitten.

But Xia Shu still picked it up, coaxed it a few times, and took it back to the room.

He knew that he should have a few words with Kurosawa Jin, but when he saw the other person's face, he would involuntarily think of strange dreams, which really tortured his conscience.

Xia Shu took a few deep breaths, and then immersed himself in the new research and development idea.

As soon as he concentrated, another seven or eight hours passed.

Kurosawa knocked on his door.

"Come out for dinner," he said.

Hojo Natsuki came back to his senses suddenly, looked at the time, and found that it was close to twelve o'clock, and the night was dark outside the window.

He pushed open the door and was immediately captured by the aroma of food.

There is a hot sukiyaki pot on the table, and beef rice is stuffy in the rice cooker.

Natsuki Hojo sat down at the table and suddenly said, "...Eh? Did you do this?"

An apron was draped over the handle of the sliding kitchen door, and he realized he had spoken nonsense.

Kurosawa: "Nothing else, just eat."

Xia Shu took a sip, and it can be said that it was quite delicious, but he couldn't imagine it.

He murmured: "Mr. Kurosawa can actually cook. Could it be...do you know how to wash dishes?"

Kurosawa frowned, and glanced at him with disgust: "There is a dishwasher."

And Hojo Natsuki was still in a trance while eating his rice, so he didn't notice Kurosawa's awkward and tangled expression.

A few minutes later, he heard Kurosawa say: "...I didn't bully your cat."

Xia Shu was taken aback, then laughed, and asked, "Did it bully you?"

Kurosawa: "No."

The other party's expression was a bit cold, Xia Shu restrained his expression and suppressed a smile: "Well, I see."

Mr. Kurosawa would care about such a trivial matter.

Hojo Natsuki was half full, and saw Kurosawa pouring wine into his thick-bottomed glass, the wine collided with the ice puck, exuding a slightly sweet aroma.

The other party looked over and slightly raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to try?"

"...Nothing, nothing."

Xia Shu had just finished refusing, when he suddenly remembered that this person knew that he was allergic to alcohol.

Does he... also have similar dreams?

"Mr. Kurosawa." He thought about it, and asked tactfully, "Are you an atheist?"

"Ah."

"Are there ghosts in this world?"

"will not."

"How can you be sure?"

"If there is." Kurosawa sneered, "The ghosts who want to kill me line up from here to Hokkaido."

"Okay." Hojo Natsuki separated the pieces of white radish with chopsticks and said absently, "Then you can be so frank... surely you haven't experienced any supernatural or very strange things?"

Kurosawa said casually, "What exactly do you want to ask?"

"Just... just chatting, can't you?"

"boring."

"It's not boring at all." Xia Shu retorted, "Are you a firm materialist?"

"Ah."

"Do you believe that there is an all-knowing and omnipotent monster in the world who can predict the future?"

"The Laplace demon." Kurosawa Jin said, "it cannot exist."

Xia Shu pursed her lips, and changed the question: "You knew I was allergic to alcohol, right?"

"Your immune-compromised constitution." Kurosawa mocked, "You are not allergic, who is allergic?"

That is to say... Alcohol allergy is probably a guess?

Xia Shu was suddenly discouraged.

The attitude of the other party's reply was so firm, which also suppressed his desire to test.

"Actually..." Xia Shu lowered his head, the words swirled in his throat but couldn't come out, he gave up on himself, "...then you must not believe that time will reincarnate, people have past lives and present lives."

Bubbles bubbled in the soup pot, boiling his courage and inexplicable shame together.

Time seemed to stop for a second or two.

Xia Shu quickly adjusted his mood, raised his head and smiled at Kurosawa: "Just kidding..."

And Kuisawa Zhen met his dodging gaze, was extremely firm, and said word by word: "Trust."

"……Hey?"

"..."

"Mr. Kurosawa...you said...do you believe it?"

"Ah."

"But you're an atheist."

Kurosawa said lightly: "I am the FBI, but I have killed many people."

Hojo Natsuki quietly closed his fingers holding the chopsticks, his voice trembling: "...Why do you believe it?"

The question was followed by a moment of silence.

Kurosawa took out two tissues, wiped his fingers slowly, and then looked at him with calm green eyes, not looking away for half a minute.

The warm light of the dining lamp shone on his face, which was as cold as thin frost, adding a bit of fireworks.

In this silent staring, it was Hojo Natsuki who was defeated first.He pretended to pick up the vegetables in the pot, but his movements were stiff because of the other party's gaze, like a robot with a rusty clockwork. He couldn't pick up a piece of baby vegetables for a long time, so he put down his chopsticks angrily and pretended nothing happened.

He heard Kurosawa say, "I believe in reincarnation."

"...Really?...Well. Me too."

"I started writing a few years ago. As for why." Kurosawa Jin's voice was hoarse, but his tone was very light, "——Because of you."