The Conan World's Contribution Transcript

Chapter 126: Pure Black Nightmare: Torture
"Come back." When the two were on the verge of a fight, Vermouth finally took action and pulled the weaving mirror behind her. She looked at Binga with her eyes slightly narrowed: "What else do you want to do?"

"I naturally don't want to..."

Before Binga could finish his words, Gin suddenly raised his arm and shot directly in the direction of Bourbon and Kill.

The gunshot was loud and sudden. Zhijing quickly shifted her gaze and saw that Amuro, who was originally removing the handcuffs, was bleeding from his shoulder. Drops of scarlet blood dripped onto the ground, forming dark red spots.

Vodka smiled and said, "Brother has eyes on the back of his head, too."

"what happened?"

Zhijing subconsciously wanted to run forward, but Binga coldly lowered his eyes and grabbed her arm: "You two have a really good relationship. You are still cooperating and trying to struggle at this time? Could it be that he was the one you saw in the car last night?"

Zhijing's gaze fell on Amuro, her expression was indifferent and quiet, as if after looking at him for a long time, a smile gradually emerged on her face.

She turned her head, looked at Binga, and asked, "Do you really have to find someone to report back to?"

Binga suppressed his anger and deliberately looked at Vermouth: "It seems that these two people need to be interrogated separately. Do you mind, Vermouth?"

Vermouth's expression was not very good. She looked at the weaving mirror in front of her and responded: "You know what she is for, be careful."

They talked a lot like they were playing charades, and Zhijing couldn't understand anything at all, but a feeling of uneasiness rose from the bottom of her heart. However, now the suspicion on her was getting bigger and bigger. She didn't dare to look in the direction of Amuro, but even so, Binga still caught the vagueness in her eyes.

"If it was just because of these groundless speculations, I wouldn't have come here in person."

Binga raised his foot and kicked Zhijing hard before anyone could stop him. The adult and strong man was so powerful that her already thin body crashed into a pile of boxes in the warehouse.

The wooden box was smashed, and Vermouth's face suddenly turned cold.

Binga raised his hand, threw an empty needle at the foot of the weaving mirror, and asked, "What is this?"

Zhi Jing barely managed to prop up her upper body from the broken pieces of the wooden box. The wound on her forehead seemed to have split again, and she frowned in pain, unable to speak.

Binga took a step forward and said word by word:
"The man who died on the rooftop in Scotland five years ago, along with Bourbon and you, are all on Rum's suspect list."

Hearing the familiar name, Amuro raised his head immediately and stared at the direction of Zhijing.

"Later, I searched carefully and found this syringe on the rooftop. I asked someone to test the substance inside, and it seemed to be... adrenaline."

Binga narrowed his eyes, looked at the weaving mirror, and questioned: "Brandy, you are such a talented doctor, you should know what this is for, right?"

Zhijing finally came back to her senses from the pain and said while panting:
"When Scotland died, weren't there photos to prove it? Dilated pupils, that can't be faked, right?"

"It is impossible."

Binga raised the corner of his mouth and continued: "Because it's true."

Vermouth also sensed something strange, and she looked at Gin in confusion.

If it is confirmed that Zhijing is protecting the undercover agent, even if Binga wants to take him back, Gin will never allow a traitor to live under his nose. Gin didn't care about the two people still tied to the pillar, looked at Binga coldly, and asked:

"What do you mean?"

Binga seemed very proud of this. He raised his head and said:

"Brandy, I heard that taking the right amount of pufferfish toxin can cause a person to go into temporary shock and have dilated pupils. However, in order to prevent the pufferfish toxin from spreading further, adrenaline must be injected in time to prevent the toxin from spreading, and correct treatment must be given immediately. Of all the people present, you are the only one who has this ability."

"Moreover, the member of the organization who appeared with you at that time, who came from nowhere, never appeared again after that mission. This makes me doubt whether the body carried away by the police was actually in Scotland."

"Or maybe this is just a show put on for us by the three undercover agents and you as a traitor."

Zhi Jing seemed to be amused by this groundless accusation. She showed a mocking look, panting slightly, blood seeping out from the gauze on her head, and said, "Ridiculous speculation."

It was a ridiculous guess, but this idiot actually got it right.

"Bourbon and Kiel's suspicions are just speculations, but your betrayal is already proven."

Binga took out a pair of tweezers from somewhere, stared at the weaving mirror, and said with a smile: "If you don't tell me, I'm going to do something to her. Do you mind?"

means……

Zhijing's pupils shrank slightly. Binga had already taken another step forward, stepped on her hand, pointed in the direction of Amuro, and deliberately emphasized his tone:
"Did you see these two people that night? Or what was the truth on the rooftop five years ago? You only need to answer one of these two questions, and I will let you go."

Zhi Jing cherished her hands the most. Now they were stepped on directly. Her face turned cold instantly and she asked back:

"How old was I five years ago? What good would it do me to save a traitor then? What good would it do me to shield these two people now?"

Before she could finish her words, she felt an piercing pain at the tip of her left index finger. The pain rushed directly into her heart like a straight line, leaving her with almost no time to react, and an extremely suppressed scream of pain came from her throat.

Zhijing was always gentle and decent, and had never made such a sharp and painful sound. By the time she reacted, a clear, bloody nail was thrown lightly to the ground by Binga.

"you……"

Vermouth took a step forward, but was grabbed by the arm by Gin. She turned around and saw Gin looking at Zhijing with a meaningful look, and her heart sank immediately.

Binga looked at the nail and repeated:
"I ask again, what happened last night and that night five years ago?"

Zhijing's forehead was covered with cold sweat in an instant, but she still raised her head stubbornly, looking down at Binga, and asked back: "I have already written down what I know in the report, can't you read it yourself?"

"That doesn't hurt enough."

Binga smiled, and the tweezers in his hand pinched the nail of the mirror again, and pulled it upwards with force——

After another unbearable scream of pain, someone finally interrupted Binga's behavior: "Enough, since she can't say it, don't you know to ask someone else!"