Conan: What alias? That's my struggle!

There, a man in a black trench coat lay on the ground, slightly dead, foaming at the mouth, his long silver hair gleaming coldly in the car headlights.

"Gin!!"

Lin Ye's mind went completely blank at that moment.

He recognized the long hair.

He recognized the trench coat.

He recognized that face, which remained stern even in his unconscious state.

Gin.

The person he hit was Gin.

"No way! Does this make sense? The invincible Gin was crushed by me with a single blow!?"

Lin Ye stood there, feeling a slight mental block. The night wind blew his clothes, and music from the radio drifted out of the car window, sounding particularly out of place in the darkness.

"My crash wiped out a thousand episodes of Detective Conan!?" At that moment, the night wind blew by, carrying the salty, damp scent unique to Tokyo Bay.

Lin Ye stood in front of the car, looking down at Gin lying on the ground. His brain was like a computer that had crashed, the image frozen, and he couldn't even open the task manager.

He hit Gin.

He bumped into Gin.

The phrase kept playing in Lin Ye's mind, like a stuck record, repeating the same melody over and over again.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but something seemed to be blocking his throat, and he couldn't make a sound. The night wind tousled his hair.

He just stood there, completely at a loss.

"No! We can't ignore this!"

After about ten or twenty seconds, Lin Ye finally found his voice. He squatted down, reached out, and felt for Gin's carotid artery.

There is a pulse. It's beating fast, but still quite strong.

His gaze followed Gin's body downwards. There was an unnatural dent on the right side of his black trench coat, right in the rib area. Although Lin Ye wasn't a real doctor, he was, after all, a medical student, and the first aid courses in the training space had taught him how to identify fractures.

Therefore, he knew that the angle of the indentation was wrong; a normal rib should not be bent like that.

"At least three were broken, maybe more."

Lin Ye made a judgment.

He didn't know if the other person had internal bleeding. He only knew that if he wasn't taken to the hospital as soon as possible, this top henchman of the black-clad organization, this cold-blooded killer who struck fear into the hearts of countless people, would die on an unknown roadside, in the dead of night when no one seemed to care.

He died under the wheels of a vehicle loaded with looted supplies belonging to the organization.

"Damn it! How could I be so unlucky!" Lin Ye suddenly stood up and looked around. The street was deserted, the few buildings along the road were all dark, and occasionally a car would drive by in the distance, but none of them stopped. This road was sparsely populated, with warehouses and factories in the industrial area on both sides.

There are hardly any people during the day, and even less at night.

"Vodka!" Lin Ye called out. There was no response.

He shouted again, this time even louder.

"Vodka! Your boss got hit! Come out and help!"

The only answer he received was the distant whistle of a cargo ship. Vodka was nowhere to be seen. The fact that Gin didn't have vodka with him was even more unbelievable than if Gin had been hit by a car.

"What should I do?" Lin Ye spun around in place, his first thought was to run, his second thought was to run, and his third thought was still to run.

But when he glanced at Gin lying on the ground, the thought vanished as if doused with cold water.

Lin Ye can't just leave like this.

It wasn't out of conscience, but because if Gin hadn't died, he would have definitely investigated who hit him after waking up.

Given the organization's resources, finding Lin Ye is only a matter of time.

At that point, he will not be facing a problem of "being hated," but a disaster of "being hunted down to the ends of the earth."

As for the option of directly killing Gin, well, Lin Ye admits that he was tempted for a second, but his rationality quickly told him that he couldn't do that.

"If the World Will detects a lack of Black Clothes forces and asks me to fill in, I'm truly finished. Don't forget, I'm the organization's number two top enforcer."

Lin Ye was somewhat worried that the world's will, as the system had warned him, would conscript him. From the perspective of his need for a peaceful retirement, he couldn't allow himself to become Gin's substitute.

So, in a split second, he made a decision.

"Saved!"

Lin Ye took a deep breath, squatted down, and rummaged through Gin's trench coat pockets.

Gin's left pocket was empty. His right pocket contained a set of keys, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a cell phone.

He picked up the phone; its black casing had no markings, but its weight in his hand told him it was no ordinary phone.

"But I'm not the one going to rescue them!"

Lin Ye pressed a button, and the screen lit up. There were no notifications or messages on the lock screen; it was as clean as a brand-new brick.

Lin Ye knew the emergency center's phone number, of course, and dialed it directly.

The phone rang twice before being answered. A woman's voice came from the other end, calm and professional.

"Um, I'm just a kind passerby."

Lin Ye reported his location and described the injured person's condition—he had been hit by a car, suffered multiple fractures of the right ribs, and was unconscious, requiring immediate medical attention.

Leave everything to the professionals.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Ye put his phone back in Gin's pocket and stood up. He glanced at his car—there was a noticeable dent on the right side of the front.

A few strands of silvery-white hair were stuck to the bumper.

"It has nothing to do with me!" Lin Ye was already a professional at cleaning up crime scenes. He squatted down, picked up a few strands of hair with his fingers, and stuffed them into his pocket. Then he took out a rag from the trunk, dipped it in mineral water, and wiped away any fingerprints and bloodstains that might have been on the front of the car.

This was just a basic operation, of course. To avoid being noticed by passersby, after doing all this, he went around to the back of the car, squatted down, and reached out to twist the license plate.

"Click~"

Lin Ye shoved the license plate into the trunk, crammed it together with the supplies he'd plundered from the organization. He sat back in the driver's seat, started the car, and glanced one last time at Gin lying on the ground in the rearview mirror. The sirens of the ambulance were already close, and red lights flashed on the distant street corner.

"boom!"

Lin Ye stepped on the gas, and the car drove into the night.

In the rearview mirror, Gin's figure grew smaller and smaller, more and more blurry, until finally swallowed by the darkness. Lin Ye gripped the steering wheel, his fingers still trembling slightly. He glanced at his hands, then at the empty rearview mirror, and suddenly felt that it all seemed absurd, like a dream.

The old song on the music channel has already finished playing.

Lin Ye's mind was in turmoil. "Gin shouldn't die," he kept telling himself. The first aid course in the training space had taught him that although broken ribs were painful, as long as they didn't puncture the lungs or heart, timely medical attention would prevent death. Gin's physical condition was so good.

They should be able to pull through.

Probably, maybe.