Conan: Eternal Darkness

Gin didn't forget that it was these two guys who destroyed Gimlet's actions. They were merciful without a single shot in their heads. After all, he didn't want to tear his face with Akai Shuichi yet. He didn't need to worry about anything, but Most of the members of the organization could not escape from Shuichi Akai intact, and whether they could leave alive was a question.

However, the destruction of the mission did not pass so easily. Judy was injured, but it was not serious. After recuperating for a while, he could be alive again. As for Conan, he was just frightened. After all, he almost died.

As for Shuichi Akai... Gin took a look at the building, he couldn't hit the guy hiding behind the wall, let him go this time, neatly packed the sniper rifle, and left the white sports car.

The box containing the sniper rifle was thrown under the passenger seat, Gin controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and the other hand held the mobile phone to send an email. After confirming that the transmission was successful, the record was deleted, and his eyes swept across the big screen on the street. Now While reporting the death of Tumen Kanghui, Jin Jiu sneered, put the phone back in his pocket, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and stepped on the accelerator.

On the other side, Gimlet looked at the new email on his phone and exhaled. Fortunately, he was not kicked into the training room and rebuilt. He didn't want to experience the way gin trains people at all. That kind of thing , experiencing it once is enough to become a nightmare.

[One week, get back to Kiel]

Gere should be in the hands of the FBI now, Jimlet deleted the email, turned his head and ordered the beautiful woman in the back seat: "Belmode, you go check..."

"OK~" With a charming smile on the corner of Belmod's mouth, he pulled a cigarette from the cigarette case, and his every move was charming: "In exchange, who is that sniper?"

Gimlet: "..." Gin shouldn't care about this kind of thing, right?

"Who could it be?" Jimlet twitched the corners of his mouth, put his head in one hand, and looked at the scenery outside the window. The memory of the time he spent with Gin quickly flashed in his mind. , I have never seen him smile, but for Gin, a smile can only mean that he is angry, "The heart of a cocktail."

Belmod's finger meal, the heart of a cocktail? The only thing that can be called the heart of a cocktail is... "Gin? Didn't he say his limit was only 350 yards?"

"You believe him when he says it?" Jimlet glanced at Belmod in surprise, "Why didn't you find out that you were so easy to deceive before?"

Belmod, who is easy to deceive: "..."

"What about DJ? Should he use that to get himself out of the election?" Belmod decisively changed the subject, what the **** did she do to make her wonder about Gin's strength? The kind of demon that walks in the human world is completely unimaginable by human beings.

"No," Jimlet flipped through the hot searches on his phone, and glanced at Belmod in a weird way - from the rearview mirror - how did he feel that Belmod was so dumb today, "Gin It has been resolved, and now the headlines on the Internet are the incident of Tumen Kanghui being sniped."

Jimlet left immediately after arriving at the base. Vodka dutifully sent Belmode back to the apartment. Gin had returned, and he was drinking tea slowly. Kurosawa Yin was lying on the sofa and murmured not knowing what he was talking about. Obviously, he was talking to the gin, "Ah, I didn't expect our gin master to be an elite sniper?" Belmode smiled and took the gin in his hand. He drank the tea, the water stains on his red lips, Kurosawa Yin noticed the strange atmosphere between Belmod and Gin, and ran back to his room very consciously, turning to lock the door.

"I don't know who said before that his limit is only 350 yards?" Belmode sat carelessly on Gin's lap, his elbows resting on Gin's shoulders, and his slender, white fingers twirled a strand of silver hair. , the low-necked clothes can vaguely see the scenery inside.

Gin snatched his hair from Belmod's hand, his voice as cold as ever: "You love to believe." He just said casually at the time, the ghost knows that the usually shrewd and smart Belmod actually believes it, strange Who?

Belmod: "..." This guy really can't speak.

"Where did you get the mission information?" Belmod stopped discussing certain topics, playing with his pale and cold hands with his warm hands. Looking at the pale wrist he held in one hand, Belmod couldn't help but doubt that the gin was actually It's a woman disguised as a man. After all, which man have you seen so thin? Temperature so low?

But she just thought about it that way. After all, she knew whether Gin was a man or a woman. Gin usually eats well, so why doesn't it grow meat?

"Eavesdropper." Gin leaned on the sofa, his eyes narrowed, and he pulled his hand back from Belmod's claws, "There is too much nonsense during the mission, and you can guess the mission location and object. "

"In other words, the bug that Shuichi Akai exploded is actually yours?" Belmod selectively ignored Gin's last sentence, his aqua-green eyes were misty, and his index finger hooked Gin's chin, shining brightly. lure.

"Bermode, is it interesting for you to play stupid?" Gin stared at Bermode blankly, poking his cold fingers on the aorta of Bermode's neck, feeling the vitality beating under his fingers, Gin Hitomi The color became darker, and was stimulated by the coolness, Belmode shrank involuntarily, but what made her heart sink even more was Gin, she didn't know how much Gin already knew, and she couldn't try it, otherwise she would definitely will be perceived differently.

So what a fool Gimlet is!

Belmod couldn't help sighing in his heart, as an excellent actor, how easily did Belmod reveal his true emotions? Not only did he not refute, but he leaned forward with a smile, lightly pecked Gin's lips, winked like silk, and drew circles around Gin's collarbone with his warm hands, making it clear that he did not intend to discuss this matter any more.

Gin doesn't bother to waste time on irrelevant things, what's more, he doesn't think Belmod will answer him honestly, and use his precious energy to get a true and false answer. Not so busy.

Gin didn't speak, and Belmod didn't make a sound. He huddled in Gin's arms and enjoyed the short silence. His hot breath lightly hit his cheeks. Gin tilted his head slightly. Belmod didn't know when He had already fallen into a drowsy sleep, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings.

Gin: "..." Has this woman's alertness been eaten by dogs?

Gin really can't understand what this guy Belmod is thinking, so he fell asleep in someone else's arms with such a big heart? Still sleeping so deeply?

Belmod said that she was wronged. She really didn't do it on purpose. Even she herself didn't know when she fell asleep accidentally. There was a clear, faint smell of tobacco in her nose, just two or three times apart. I could clearly feel the powerful heartbeat from this piece of clothing, and then... my consciousness was blurred.

After confirming whether Belmod was awake for a while, Gin twitched at the corners of his mouth, and his arm passed through the lower part of the woman's thigh, hugged Belmod with ease, and walked steadily to Belmod's room— -Since this woman knew his address here, she consciously moved a room for herself, really consciously - Gin moved quickly, but silently from beginning to end, when the curtains were drawn, the room instantly fell into darkness .

Gin, who left the bedroom, couldn't help but sighed, looking at the calendar on the wall and fell into contemplation. His fingers tapped on his arm unconsciously. If someone looked at the stopwatch, they would find that every drop was accurate to the millisecond, and the slender fingers Looking through the calendar, his eyes became more and more dim, and there was a storm brewing inside.

There is still no news from Gimlet. It seems that Belmod is no longer pretending to be a school doctor. He doesn't know what he is doing every day. Kurosawa Gin goes to school and leaves school as usual. From time to time, he is involved in murder cases and investigates the truth with the group of children.

I'm used to the speed of life and death, and now this comfortable and peaceful day makes Gin extremely boring. People, I can't help but think about it in a free time. Although Gin has nothing to do with this word, he can't help but wander. Skyrim, his extraordinary memory allows him to clearly remember many things, whether good or bad, and most of the latter.

If I hadn't seen the light, I wouldn't have felt the torment of darkness -- this is the most realistic portrayal of Gin. Overnight, the family was destroyed, and the distance between heaven and **** was probably the same. In all kinds of life, Gin sometimes forgets what he is like. After wearing the mask for a long time, he can't take it off. Evil, cold, dark, extreme... Which one is the real him?

These problems are not important in the eyes of Jinjiu now. These are all of him, and they are not him. The unpredictable way of doing things, the strange and changeable character... This is the complete him, who has experienced Darkness, despair, him after death.

This world has never been fair. Some people effortlessly come into contact with the way of life that ordinary people only deserve to look up to, while some people do their best to survive... Gin is the former and the latter. He has seen The world's top banquet, he has also been to the filthy and chaotic slums, he has eaten unique custom-made food, and he has also swallowed the mouse meat in the dark underground. He has been exposed to the sun more than once, but finally returned to the embrace of darkness.

The complex environment has created his changeable personality, but we cannot deny that this is gin, the most complete and authentic gin.

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