Detective Conan's Desperate Cry

Chapter 103 Extra Story: Gin, Kurosawa Array (04)

Without someone he likes by his side, the world of gin is dark. The dark fireworks are never colorful. The dark fireworks are poisonous mist, colorless and tasteless, invading the internal organs, and he has been poisoned for a long time. deep.

What is the antidote?There is only one antidote, but it can't save the two of them.

Yes, it wasn't just him who was deeply poisoned, but also Tong Gu, the woman code-named Rum.

The two who joined the organization were like two bereaved dogs. They had no love or heart at all. They never cared about how many people they killed and how much blood was stained on their hands.The only light is gone, and from then on, there is only darkness in the world of the two of them.

The two ruthless and ungrateful people licked each other's wounds. This was the only trace of warmth left in a world surrounded by darkness.

Even Belmode said: "You two have such a good relationship!"

Gin sneered.

Oh, are you on good terms?

The two of them are just solving each other's needs. In the world of adults, they will never return to the innocence of their teenage years. They have instinctive needs.They never give any sincerity to each other, because they both understand that they are just using each other to get what they need.

In the adult world, they are just playing with each other.

They huddled together to keep warm just because they fell in love with the same person.

They fell in love with the same woman, and that woman had already been his wife.

Long before he was imprisoned, Lang Mu said to him: "Xiao Hei, I can't get her, and you can't get her!"

At that time, he naturally didn't believe it, but later, he also believed it.

Yes, he can't have her, ever.

He fell in love with smoking more and more. He often smoked one pack after another at night alone, letting the smoke cover his face. Only in this way can he comfort himself and not see clearly.

Because he couldn't see himself clearly, he was able to return to being a normal person a little bit; because he couldn't see himself clearly, he was able to daydream about someone in the smoky room.It's just why, I can't hold it.

It has been five years since he entered the organization, and he has an extra subordinate by his side.

"Big, hello big brother, I'm Vodka! Please, please take care of me!" The slightly fat man was trembling.He took a look and turned to the window, exhaled a puff of smoke, blown away by the wind, he was silent.

Again, another wine?
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Probably Qin Jiu could not have expected that he would see Xuezi again in his lifetime.It was like a dream. After 15 years, he finally saw her again.

I knew that she immigrated to London, so from that day on, whenever there is a task in London, big or small, Gin will participate.Rum understood his selfishness, but he was still unwilling to admit it.

Until the day we met again, Gin found out that he admitted it.

Yes, he came to London at all costs just to see her, even if he could only see her once.

It was a rainy night, the rain was pattering on the ground, and the water splashed in all directions, swaying on the ground drop after drop, continuously.In the interlacing of countless umbrellas and people, and between people and umbrellas, they met just like that.

The cigarette in my mouth fell to the ground, and the rain wet the cigarette holder, extinguished the cigarette butt, and then was trampled muddy by the feet of strangers.Silver hair had grown to his shoulders, and the brim of a black hat covered his eyes. It was unknown whether it was tears or rain, Gin's eyes widened, and he slowly raised his head.

What kind of snow is that? !

The clothes are thin, bruises are everywhere on the face, and the slightly messy long hair covers the purple bruises on the back of the neck.She just held an umbrella and passed him by.

The rain, it was falling heavily, the water splashed everywhere, the heavy rain poured down, and it all fell on him, and he didn't feel anything.

Xuezi, an angel he dared not touch in the slightest, unexpectedly welcomed their reunion in this way.

She did not recognize him.

In London, he stayed for a few more days and learned some information.

Jiro Yamamoto, born in a medical family, looks talented on the surface, but in fact he is an alcoholic, and once drunk, he will definitely commit domestic violence.The bruise that Gin saw on Yukiko's face when they first met was Yamamoto's "achievement".

Does he love Xuezi?Obviously love, Gin knows Yamamoto, he knew it in middle school, he has a crush on Yukiko, and his feelings for Yukiko are no less than Gin.

But it was such a deep relationship that changed qualitatively on the night he and Xuezi got married.

Jiro Yamamoto, his love has reached the point of perversion, he can only prove that Yukiko is indeed his wife, obedient, gentle and virtuous, only by drinking and domestic violence.

The gun in his hand has been clenched tightly, and Gin can no longer bear it. It is an established fact that Xuezi has suffered domestic violence.

"Then, let me end all of this for you!" Bloodthirsty eyes flashed across the night like a storm.He has never been a good person. In the past five years, he does not know how many people he has killed and how much blood has been stained on his hands.He no longer cares.

The first person he killed was to blaspheme Xuezi. He tried his best to stop him, but the other party took out a knife...

Your hands are no longer clean, so let's make them dirtier!

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This may be a tragedy.

In the organization, as long as the task is received, it must be completed, and as many people as he is asked to kill, he must lose as many people as possible at all costs.

However, the source of the tragedy lies in: Gin Jiu, even if the name has a certain prestige in the organization, he still cannot and has no right to kill himself or the people he wants to kill.

What's more, Jiro Yamamoto was born in a medical family, and his family is quite famous in the Japanese medical field.

The same is true in organizations.

Therefore, this is a tragedy. When he decided to kill Yamamoto Jiro, it was already a tragedy.

Gin remembered that there was a couple of scientists in the organization, at the request of that gentleman, they made some kind of poison, which could not detect any substance in the human body.

The couple also had a daughter named Miyano Akemi.

Gin remembered that the drug they developed was still in the trial production stage, and a large number of mice came in and out every day.

Only once in a while, I heard the scientist mention that this medicine has not been completed yet, so there will be certain side effects.No one knows what the side effects are.

Later, Gin knew about it.

The assassination failed because he had thought of something he shouldn't have. Even after staying in the organization for five years, he couldn't get any forgiveness.

Qin Jiu sneered, this is where the organization is cold-blooded, and this is why he likes this ruthless place.

Life and death are but a thought.It's just that it's his regret that he failed to rescue Xuezi from hell.

The nights in London were lonely and desolate. For so many years, Gin had never felt this way. Maybe it was because he was going to die.

"Farewell, Gin!"

In front of her was Rum, holding a gun in her hand.

"Will you save her?"

He looked at her expectantly.

Rum laughed at himself. For the first time, he was like this, in front of her, humiliating.Ridiculous, really, so ridiculous.

"boom!"

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When I woke up again, it seemed like a dream, a long, long time dream.

In the dream, he found that his bones were about to melt, and the pain in his body was intensifying. He could only hug himself tightly, hoping that the pain would be reduced by half.

The pain was too strong.

"Ah!!!!" In the dream, he yelled, but it did not reduce the pain in his body at all.

Is he, is he going to die?

Why did Rum's shot hurt so much?Didn't it mean that the death brought by a bullet is only an instant?
But why?

I don't know how long it took, he was walking in his dream, walking and walking without end.

Whose hand covered his forehead, although it was cold, it made him feel at ease; whose hand was wiping the sweat off his face, the gentle movements and the touch of the hand were so real in the dream.

Is it a dream?
Sure enough, it was a dream!

Faintly, there seemed to be a face that became clearer.

It was a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Familiarity is because I have seen it countless times in dreams; strangeness is because it is different from the person in the dream.

The person in the dream is always the same as when they were young. When they were young, when they first met, when they parted.Why, in this dream, is she actually grown up?

why?

Doubt spread in his heart and condensed between his brows, he slowly opened his eyes.There was nothing around, not his room.

What, isn't he dead?
He turned his head, and time stood still at that moment.What caught my eyes was a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Suddenly, somewhere in the corner of his eyes became moist like that.

It's not a dream, all of this is not a dream.

　Thank you all, I will always stick to it.The novel will also be finished this month.

　　I'm not in good health recently, and I'm really not in the mood to write, but I don't want to delay what happened a year ago until a year later.

　　I'm not a hard-working writer, so thank you all for your understanding and encouragement.

　　If there is a small friction in this ending, I will start a new story in the second volume; if it ends normally, I will also start a new story again.Also a Conan fan.I won't sign a contract, and the number of words will not be too long. I hope to give you a different experience.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)