[Conan] I really have a backstage

【Then, I will accept it. 】

The sound was transmitted to the earphones together with the subtle "sizzling" electric sound, and Gin snorted expressionlessly. Although Vodka had gotten used to his elder brother's personality, he still couldn't understand the tone of his death-defining tone. Completely take it easy.

"Brother, did you succeed?"

"Hmph, a fool is always a fool."

"Then next..."

Gin didn't answer Vodka's question immediately. He seemed to be thinking about something, but silently and skillfully lit a cigarette for himself. The sparks burned on the cigarette butt, rolled up the tobacco, and turned into smoke in his lung cavity before being breathed out. come out.

After a while, he spoke.

"Keep up, the traitor will only have one end."

The game has just begun.

The entrance to the amusement park.

The flowers in Jingu Riho's arms were no longer as fresh as they were in the afternoon, and the edges of the petals curled up slightly, matching the night that had already fallen, and it felt like it was over.

Coupled with a gust of night wind blowing, it brushed her long hair and entangled with the petals. The chill gradually hit her body. Behind her, there was the sound of leather shoes heels hitting the ground, intertwining and crisscrossing. It could be heard that it was two people, not Toru Amuro went to pick up the car.

"Martini." It was a voice unique to a person, deep and indifferent, and Fukamiya Riho would never forget it in his life.

She turned around holding the flower and met his eyes.

"Gin."

This scene was like a meeting between two parties. Neither of them showed any signs of ferocity, but a coldness had already begun to creep in the air. It was even more piercingly cold than the night breeze just now, and it directly entered Jingu Riho's heart.

But maybe Gin couldn't feel it, after all, he was already a cold person from the inside out.

Gin opened his mouth first: "Are you happy to receive the flowers? On the last day of your life."

click.

That was the sound of guns being loaded. While talking, Gin took out guns from the pocket of the windbreaker. The black body of the gun was hidden in the night.

Jingu Risui knows that Gin Jiu hates the begging of his subordinates before they die, and she doesn't have to be so embarrassed.

"Let me guess, maybe the boss didn't mean that." She squeezed the flowers in her arms, "Maybe he still wants me to live for two more days?"

"..."

Gin was silent for two seconds, then snorted coldly.

"Looks like I guessed right."

"Now that you know, get out of the car." Qin Jiu said, "I will return this bullet to you after the boss finishes asking."

There was a car light behind Jingu Riho, and the bright yellow light hit the front of Gin directly. He didn't squint because of the glare, but Riho still heard his irritated "tsk."

She laughed a little bit—the vodka was as blind as ever.

"If you tell me to get in the car, I'll get in the car. Wouldn't I be too shameless?"

Riho tilted his head and smiled, and threw the bouquet of flowers in his arms into the sky, followed by a gunshot—Gin was still the same gin, and his reaction speed was extraordinary.

The petals were scattered in the air, and sparks turned into dazzling white light in an instant, illuminating the entire parking lot. In the light, no one could see the figure interspersed with it, but when the light went out the next moment, Vodka sat in the car and found He was standing in Martini's place just now, but now the eldest brother of the family is standing there with a sullen face.

There is also the white body that shrinks at high speed, with the sound of the engine fading away, as if proudly showing off the victory of this quick battle.

"Brother..." Vodka hurriedly got out of the car, "As expected, that woman in Martini always has a trick to escape."

Gin's face was gloomy, but slowly, he smiled, and even his eyes flashed with excitement, like a leopard that is about to catch its prey.

"Oh...it's just a trick."

Just now the white car was far away from the sight of the two, and the sound of the engine was replaced by the sound of "bang--" one after another, and the fireworks in the amusement park exploded in the sky, colorful and colorful.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"Boom——"

【Autumn? 】

Mother……?

【Autumn?Don't sleep, get up and eat. 】

[Daddy is back today, and he brought you a gift. 】

Daddy's back... that's great, I feel like I haven't seen him in a long time.

【My baby—come, let me see if you have grown taller again. 】

[Okay, let's eat first, your daughter is hungry if you are not hungry. 】

[Okay, okay, let's go, mom is urging us, we can't make mom angry. 】

Dad, mom...?No, no, Qiu is very obedient and never makes her mother angry.

[Qingxue, open a bottle of bar, let's celebrate our success this time. 】

【In front of autumn...】

[It's okay, just a little bit, I believe my little princess will understand me. 】

【Hmph, I can't beat you, what do you drink? 】

The sound gradually became blurred, like the sound from a loudspeaker in the distance.And she hadn't heard the voice in this inferior loudspeaker for 17 years, which made her hold her breath and ran to the source of the sound as hard as she could.

But it still gradually faded away, and there was even an echo. The voices of Fengniaoyuan Xun and Fengniaoyuan Qingxue overlapped and repeated, with the power of blood relationship like family love, gentle and charming.

【Then drink...】

【Um? 】

[Drink...a Martini. 】

"what--!"

wake up.

No warm family dinners, no moms and dads, no wine, no light, nothing, but she is the only one who exists from beginning to end.

Fine beads of sweat covered Jingu Riho's forehead, and even a few strands of hair were wet. At this moment, she was like a drowning man who had just escaped from the water, sucking in the air greedily.

It was a small room—more of a warehouse than a room—with no windows, lighted only by a single white ceiling lamp that was on, and the walls were covered with pink and white wallpaper, but the corners were shaved. Curly and slightly damp, it hides a thin layer of moss underneath.

Beside the bed was a simple wooden bedside table with a dress on it, which Riho recognized as the one she wore in the amusement park, but now it was covered with dust and blood and was neatly stacked there.Next to it was a bowl of cold soba noodles—a cicada-thin film of soup condensed on the surface—and a small plate of deep-fried tempura.

All her favorite meals.

She didn't act immediately, but looked down, she was already wearing loose clothes similar to hospital gowns.The large size makes her look thinner, and the traces of butterfly bones can be faintly seen on the back.

"Miscalculation...?"

She tried her best to recall the previous scene - the bomb, the fire, the black leather shoes that fell in front of her eyes, and the sentence... "Trash."

Damn.

She beat the bed board hard, and then she was about to get out of bed, but then she found that her ankles were handcuffed, and the other end was nailed to the foot of the bed.

"..."

This kind of method has never fallen on me before, I really don't think it has a hentai attribute in it...

Just as she was studying the shackles on her feet, the doorknob was pressed, she raised her head, the door opened, her eyes met, Jingu Riho even felt a faint sense of shame for some reason.

"Long time no see, you are still as energetic as ever."

The woman leaned against the door frame, her golden curly hair was softly attached to her chest and behind her. She had a witch's smile, and the teasing in her eyes was undisguised.

Of course Jingu Riho recognized her.

"Long time no see, Vermouth."