When Gin loses the nether filter

[poker]:? ? ?

[poker]: I rely on me, what's going on with you two! !

【poker】: Face-to-face? !

[Samurai]: ………… Wow

[Watson]: ...

【Kong Ming】: ………

【Noah】: ...

[Oni]: Huh?

……

Administrator x's statement suddenly caused a lot of diving members in the chat room.

Such a lively scene has not appeared for some time.

Kudo Shinichi himself was still in a trance, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the poker and the samurai who danced the most - these two people were also the closest to Kudo Shinichi among the members of the chat room.

The boy held the phone nervously: "x...she knows my identity? No, no, who would guess 'Sherlock Holmes' as a primary school student!"

Shinichi stumbled upon this chat room about a year and a half ago.

The cause was a small reasoning competition on the Internet, but it was a game where a group of reasoning enthusiasts gathered together.

The case to be solved in that game was the adapted "Study in Scarlet".

For an extreme Sherlock Holmes fanatic like Kudo Shinichi, this case just hit his heart.

He entered the game excitedly, gearing up to show off.

In the beginning, he was indeed far ahead of the other players in the game.

However, in the end he was easily overtaken by a man called "Kong Ming" who joined halfway.

This person's reasoning was extremely clear, and his speaking habits were full of calmness and indifference, like an ancient strategist strategizing.

The boy's competitive spirit was aroused at once, and he wanted to contact Kong Ming to communicate, but found that this guy was almost never online!

The little detective gritted his teeth and buried himself in the forum looking for traces of this guy's speech.

——If I deduce this person's identity clues through these clues, then I must have a chance to contact him!

And... this can slightly make up for his blown self-confidence.

The boy's angry childish psychology made him a little bit over the top.

What is confusing is that this "Kong Ming" does not look like a young man who is good at using the Internet. Like his screen name, he seems to have traveled from ancient times.

The child has been busy for so many days and only saw Kong Ming's message in a very cold post.

The title of the post is【Has anyone heard of silver? ], the name of the post owner is a string of garbled characters, and it looks like a trumpet at first glance.

And Kong Ming replied below——

【? 】

It seems very nonsensical, like a greeting casually left by a netizen, after all, the title of this post is very inexplicable.

But Kudo Shinichi felt that Kong Ming would not do things without reason, and the detective's intuition told him that there were very, very interesting secrets in it-no detective could resist this desire to explore.

For the next half month, the boy devoted himself to this place, he followed the clues, and finally found the silver chat room, and cautiously used a new account to apply to join.

But just a fucking chat room and horribly complicated test questions? !

There are various categories to choose from, such as basic Chinese mathematics and foreign languages, as well as physics, biochemistry, computer and so on.

Kudo Shin's face turned green, and those who didn't know it thought it was a mutual aid tutoring group for elementary and middle school students.

"...It shouldn't be that simple."

He carefully read all the options, and did not answer the questions directly on the spur of the moment.

Finally, he noticed an option of "reasoning", finally heaved a sigh of relief, and chose this.

I won’t go into details on how difficult the problem is, but it’s so difficult that Kudo Shinichi has to hold his breath and go to his father to discuss it.

If he had chosen the basic subjects of Chinese, he would have to be a top scholar to meet the standard...

After he joined the chat room, he found that the avatars of all members had a unified style.

Then, with a lurking mentality, he also changed his profile picture, and changed his note to "Sherlock Holmes" by the way.

As for when a Sherlock Holmes fan after him also wanted to use this name, he found that he was preempted by others and had to retreat and choose "Watson".

All in all, Kudo Shinichi admitted that in the more than a year since he joined the chat room, he played the vest of "Sherlock Holmes" as much as possible as an adult male.

Even every time I see myself wearing Holmes' name, I can't help but imitate Holmes himself.

He's not like that poker idiot who exposed himself as a student carelessly!

Everyone in this chat room felt that it was not easy, only this poker! !Out-of-the-ordinary and mischievous—how on earth did this guy get involved!

... Cough, don't talk about this.

Now, Kudo Shinichi is most troubled by whether x knows his real identity and who x is.

"It should be... I don't know..."

He muttered softly.

Although he performed outstandingly in this case, in comparison, the police officer surnamed Hagiwara is more suspicious.

x won't regard Officer Hagiwara as Sherlock Holmes...

Shinichi didn't feel that he had exposed him by asking about the case in the group, because this kind of information exchange was too normal in Silver.

Just like that Kong Ming, he often discusses some weird cases.

That Noah is also always able to give various data and detailed information.

He just mentioned a case, not that.

In the end, adhering to the principle of saying too much and making mistakes, Kudo Shinichi did not reply to the speech in the chat room, and prayed nervously that he was thinking too much.

——Maybe it's just that the case has been solved, and x, as the person answering his question, is making a joke and being polite?

Anyway, he is also "Sherlock Holmes"-a detective.

Detectives solve cases, it is only right and proper.

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Zhu Fu Jingguang went back with Qin Jiu.

At first, they each evacuated from the sniper point, but when the former was walking towards the hotel, he passed by the pharmacy and glanced inside inadvertently.

The silver-haired and black-clothed features were too obvious, and the back figure standing at the front desk of the pharmacy paying the bill immediately attracted his attention.

Jing Guang: "...??"

Qin Jiu noticed the obvious gaze, turned his head to examine, and then met the young man's silent questioning expression.

It seems to be asking——

Why are you here.

injured?

Sure enough, he was injured.

I don't care about my body anymore.

Qin Jiu felt that it was rare to be able to read such a rich expression from the eyes of his always indifferent subordinates one day.

He paused for two or three seconds, and found that the young man didn't take the initiative to come in and ask questions, but waited silently at the door, which made Qin Jiu feel better.

This is the reason why Qin Jiu allowed Lu Chuan to stay by his side, not to be long-winded or meddling in other people's affairs - Qin Jiu didn't know why, but the subordinates he recognized as having good strength always had a kind of excessive admiration and fanaticism towards him.

This kind of fanaticism is an advantage when performing tasks, and his subordinates will always obey his orders unconditionally.

It's just not so pretty in reality.

For example, Margo, the tech guy, Gin would always only contact him before an assignment, and always warn the guy not to try to spy on his personal life.

Don't look at Margot respectfully and like a little sheep in front of Gin, in fact, every time he crazily restrains himself not to position himself on Gin's car or on his body.

Even every time when contacting Gin Jiu’s mobile phone, when he sees the chat box with Gin Jiu, he has to keep silently saying “No Invasion, No Invasion, No Invasion—Margo, if you don’t want to be disliked by adults, don’t do this kind of thing!! Curiosity is not allowed!!!".

And Renji Yamamoto, if the boss hadn't asked Gin to lurk in Suzuki, he wouldn't be very happy to stare straight at someone every day.

The middle-aged man looks upright and elegant, and has a gentle temperament, but he is too attentive to gin and wine.

Qin Jiu sometimes wonders if he built a gang by accident, which makes these guys look like they believe in evil gods.

Therefore, the existence of vodka is extremely rare among these exotic flowers.

Although the driver's IQ is not high, at least he will not have the perverted psychology of guys such as Margo, Yamamoto Niji, Kobayashi Nae and so on.

Otherwise, how could I have been the exclusive driver (bushi) of gin for so long.

In fact, Shuichi Akai almost falls into this category in Qin Jiu's mind - he is a troublesome character who is determined not to contact him when he is not needed.

Who made Gin feel an inexplicable sense of resistance every time he saw the sniper in the knitted hat.

Obviously nothing was found during the interrogation.

As for the current Zhufu Jingguang, in Gin's view, it is the super upgraded max version of vodka.

A vodka with an IQ, few words and good looks.

Gin expressed his satisfaction.

At the door of the pharmacy, Zhu Fu Jingguang watched Qin Jiu walk towards him.

He refrained from caring too much, so as not to arouse Gin's suspicion.

Although I still couldn't help thinking: "Obviously Yan Er has been blocked and has not entered, what else can hurt Qin Jiu?"

Jing Guang noticed the bandages and wound medicine that Gin bought, and also keenly smelled the bloody smell on Gin's body.

However, the man who had already walked in front of him looked as if nothing had happened, he just glanced at him lightly, and said coldly: "Let's go."

The young man was silent, and when Qin Jiu walked out of the pharmacy, he obediently followed behind him at a distance of three steps.

After returning to the hotel room, Gin just sat on the bed, ready to take out the bandage and start applying the medicine.

Unexpectedly, the young man who had been silent all this time suddenly knelt down on one knee beside his leg, reached out to take the bandage, and looked up at him with calm and peaceful eyes.

"Let me do it."

A series of words and deeds were so natural that even Zhu Fu Jingguang himself could not react.

Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows, and let go with an indifferent look.

If it were someone else, he would not agree, but Zhu Fu Jingguang bandaged and applied medicine to him last time when he was in a coma.

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar, the basic trust is still there.

The man looked at the young man with downcast eyes and concentration—although his face was always cold, he was so harmless and obedient that he gave him a feeling that no matter what he did to the young man, the other party would not be angry or even resist.

As soon as this idea came up, Qin Jiu saw the young man looking up, and heard the latter's calm tone, his eyes sinking: "Why are you getting more seriously injured? Did I ignore some enemy?"

……Angry?

And after holding back for so long, I still asked.

Surprisingly, it didn't make him too disgusted.

Gin casually stretched his hands to his sides, propped himself on the bed, and let the young man unbutton his shirt, dismantling the blood-stained bandage on his abdomen bit by bit.

For the convenience of bandaging, Zhu Fu Jingguang half-kneeled on one knee between Qin Jiu's legs at this time, leaned his upper body forward, opened his hands, and circled behind Qin Jiu's waist to feel for the edge of the bandage.

At first glance, it looks like a young man is holding a man in his arms intimately and reverently.

"laugh."

Qin Jiu twitched the corner of his mouth casually, and a deep and sharp hostility gradually appeared in his eyes.

It seemed that because of Zhu Fu Jingguang's question, he recalled some unpleasant experience.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was depressed by Qin Jiu's injury, suddenly sensed a heavy murderous aura emanating from the person in front of him, and of course it wasn't directed at him.

He was very calm, did not make any extra movements, and still took off the bandage steadily.

"What...can make Gin so angry?"

The young man thought blankly.