Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

April 5, 6:06 p.m.

On the 74th floor of the twin-tower skyscrapers in Nishitama City, Secretary Ireland entered the office with some documents that urgently needed to be signed.

The afterglow of the sun scattered all over the floor through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the man standing by the window looked back at him.

Only when he saw the scenery outside the window did he realize that Ireland was stuck at dusk. He quietly looked at the man's expression, but for a moment he couldn't tell which one it was. He hesitated and said, "...Sir?"

"it's me."

Spiatus didn't care about Ireland's disrespect: "Today is special, he hasn't come out yet."

Ireland's expressions and actions became more natural, and he walked to the table and put down the documents.

He turned around and wanted to leave, when a voice without any emotion suddenly came from his ear: "Ireland, do you think I'm cruel to those undercover agents?"

If it was the leader of another criminal organization, such as the previous one, the proper way would be to send a proposition, and if he answered slowly, blood would splatter on the spot.

But Ireland knew that the person in front of him was not that cruel, so he replied without much hesitation: "You are very tolerant of undercover agents, and you didn't even impose the most basic punishment on them, and even allowed Scotland and Bourbon to continue to follow in Angostura How can this be considered cruel?"

Speaking of the two undercover agents, Ireland felt incredible.

Angostella's three subordinates were exposed one after another. He thought there were only two ways for them to end up, either to be killed directly, or not to be killed for the sake of getting along with each other, and they would be imprisoned for the rest of their lives.

Unexpectedly, they went the third way.

...More than that, they can also go to the hot springs with Angostella in a leisurely manner. He didn't know what was interesting there, he remembered that they had been there once before.

Ireland doesn't have a good impression of undercover agents, and the slightest mention makes her dissatisfied. But since the boss has allowed it, he naturally won't say it directly.

Spiatus smiled: "I have nothing to do here, you go out first."

"yes."

Ireland quickly left the room.

Spiatus was alone in the empty room.

He put his hand on the floor-to-ceiling window, lowered his head and looked down, and the conversation half a month ago came to mind.

…

"The dead you miss the most, the living who miss you the most..."

He slowly said these two options, showing a subtle smile, and stared at Jing Baiye.

"If you could only choose one of the two, which would you choose?"

Jing Baiye's eyes lit up all of a sudden, even the blackness under his eyes couldn't stop the sparkle: "Can you summon the dead from other worlds?"

"No." Spiatus said directly, "It can't be done."

Jing Baiye was taken aback for a moment, he looked at him, as if he understood something.

But he didn't say it.

"Then I..." He lowered his head and thought for a while, before giving an answer quickly, "I will choose the living."

"Why?"

Spiatus was a little curious, which was beyond his expectation.

"I know who the dead person I miss the most in this world." Jing Baiye replied, "Unlike the teacher, he was killed by my own hands. I don't think a dead person would be willing to stay with the murderer who killed him. No matter how good their relationship was before they were alive..."

"But the living are different."

Jing Baiye's tone was serious: "Missing is a very heavy feeling, not to mention it's the 'most'...Since he or she cares about me so much, I must find him or her and cherish it."

"I don't want to live up to what others have given me."

Jing Baiye and Spiatus looked at each other, his eyes would drift uncontrollably when he told lies, but he was never afraid to look directly at others when he was telling the truth.

Spiatus looked at him quietly for a few seconds, and then looked away first. He brought up another matter.

"How about the shield AI I asked you to make?"

Hearing this question, Jing Baiye's originally serious expression froze, a little red quickly climbed to his ears, and he lowered his head a little embarrassed.

"Sorry, boss, that AI... I failed."

"Although you gave me a lot of information, and also gave me one of her eyeballs, let me reproduce her character as completely as possible..."

Making an AI with a personality of its own is a very different challenge than making an AI that imitates a person and thinks like that person—the latter is much harder.

"It may be because I really can't understand her thoughts and pursuits." Jing Baiye said, "I have tried many times, but when the finished product came out, what she did was completely different from what was recorded, she would..."

Spiatus interrupted him: "Enough."

"Since you can't do it, then you don't have to do it again." He said calmly.

…

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Spiatus, bathed in the half-dark sunset, suddenly spoke.

【Fenrir, do you regret these years? 】

[Your daughter Chris Crowe was terminally ill at a young age, and died under the double torment of disease and drug addiction because of the addictive painkillers prescribed by unscrupulous doctors. 】

[And in order to save her, you sold everything in the house, sold the violin Gleipnir you gave to your daughter, and even sold your own body to participate in drug experiments, but ended up falling into the organization's laboratory and staying for more than ten years , Every day is worse than death. 】

[If it wasn't for her death, you wouldn't have chosen to sacrifice your body to me in the end...but this has plunged you into a new round of pain. 】

[You can only come out at dusk, this is still my gift to you. If I want to suppress you, you can only talk to me like this. Even if I want to replicate the tragedy of your daughter to countless people in this country, you can't do anything. 】

【In the past ten years, do you regret it? ...Desperate? 】

The room was quiet, no matter how much he said, only another soul in his body could hear it.

[I have never regretted it. 】

The voice of the man who gave his soul to the devil was soft and firm.

[According to the contract, if you saved them and avenged them, I am willing to pay all the price. 】

[And my daughter. Not just Chris back then, but also Sharon now. She has smiled more in the past ten years than in the past years combined. 】

[I have always been grateful to you, why despair? As for what you did not long ago...]

There was a hint of a smile in that voice.

[There is another person in this world who can always stop you inadvertently. 】

Spiatus didn't say a word, and turned to look at the flowerpot beside him.

A large flower pot was placed by the French window, and the ephemeral chrysanthemums he planted before completely withered on the 4th of last month...it should have been like this.

Mooney was staying in the flowerpot, stepping on the sandy soil under his feet, and in front of his tiny paws was a very small bud just emerging.

The spoiled cat stretched out its paws, wanting to touch the seedling.

But when the claws were about to touch, it was gently picked up by Spiatus.

He checked its front paws, then held it in his arms in a sitting position—the most comfortable position for a fold-eared cat with a congenital orthopedic disorder.

Spiatus carried it to the sofa and sat down. The table not far away was full of documents, but he didn't want to deal with them today.

He was stroking Mooney's back, those round blue eyes were dirty, as if they had just come out of a garbage dump.

The tragedy of feeding the wrong food to death did not happen to the second cat he raised.

"The ship didn't sink, the development of the shield AI failed, the wish of Karasuma Group to go bankrupt, and countless people in Japan to suffer, even the teacher..."

Spiatus stopped, he didn't finish his sentence.

He remembered the scene he had just seen standing by the window.

It's about to enter the night, and the street lights are on, even if he stands so high, he can see

The man who was looking for despair sighed softly: "...Is it also a kind of despair if all wishes come to nothing?"

No one answered him.

Neither the hope he longed for nor the despair he longed for can be reproduced in this world.

——

Hakone Town, Yebisu Onsen Hotel.

In the Hazuki room on the second floor, Jing Baiye sat cross-legged in front of a low table, staring at the computer screen intently, and was processing new documents from Ireland.

Modern society is all about convenience, even if other people are not in Nishitama City, they can still work.

Zhu Fu Jingguang came over. He was wearing a black bathrobe, and the crow embroidered with gold thread at the hem of the clothes spread its wings and wanted to fly with the shaking of the hem.

He put the tea on the table first, then picked up the bathrobe next to him and put it on Jing Baiye.

"It's still quite cold now, be careful of catching cold." He reminded, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Let's just use the special package for the VIP suite." Jing Baiye said.

Zhu Fu Jingguang nodded. He looked at the screen and said hesitantly, "Angestra, you should rest. You haven't learned to sleep well these days, so you can do your work tomorrow."

He knew what Jing Baiye was dealing with.

Some code members have relatives who are just ordinary people. For example, Shirley's sister Miyano Akemi said that she is a member of the organization, but in fact she has never even done petty theft.

In order to take care of these members who have no power of their own and only joined the organization because of their parents, Jing Baiye plans to arrange them into the Karasuma Group, not only to support them, but also to let them work for him.

Currently only members he is familiar with have this treatment.

"It's okay, it will be fine soon." Jing Baiye smiled helplessly.

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't persuade anymore, and when he turned to leave, he glanced at the other person at the table.

The blond-haired mixed-race man fell asleep not far from Jing Baiye. He was wearing a blanket and a coat—Jing Baiye specially covered him when he saw that he refused to go back to the room to sleep and had to stay with him. of.

He seemed to be having a nightmare, his body bowed slightly, his hands were on the side of the pillow, and he was carefully holding something in his palms.

Those are two pendants.

Jing Baiye took a sip from his teacup, picked up his phone with the other hand, and sighed softly at it.

"I don't know what happened to Ley..."

In the quiet room, the nonchalant murmurs were also amplified. After saying the code name, Jing Baiye hurriedly lowered his head to look at the people around him. Seeing that he was not awakened, he pulled the blanket up for him with a guilty conscience.

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't know why he insisted on coming to this hotel in Hakone Town today, and then stayed in the room all day without going out.

He was like this, as if he was waiting for someone to come to him.

"..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't speak~www.NovelMTL.com~ No matter what his status is, subordinates are not qualified to intervene in the behavior of their superiors. He picked up Ye Yuejian's wooden door card and walked towards the door.

As a result, as soon as the door was opened, his walking feet stopped abruptly.

"What's wrong?"

Jing Baiye keenly noticed his strangeness.

Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't answer, he bent down, picked up something from the ground, and turned to look at Jing Baiye.

It was a bouquet of black roses.

I don't know how long it has been there, but there are still drops of water on the flowers, dripping down the petals.

Jing Bai Ye suddenly stood up, looking at this rare and special flower in disbelief. Suddenly he seemed to realize something, turned around and ran to the window, opened the window with a slam, turned over and jumped down.

Not long after he left, the person lying on the ground woke up slowly.

"I smell a nasty smell..."

The blond mixed-race man sat up, looked left and right, saw that there was no one around him, and his expression suddenly became gloomy.

"Where's Angostella?"

"He just went down." Zhu Fu Jingguang pointed to the window, he looked at him for a few seconds, his eyes fell on the frown that was tightly frowned because of discomfort.

"Shall we go down and order some dinner, ZERO?"

Jiang Gu Ling nodded, and carefully picked up the two pendants, one was a cracked acrylic pendant, and the other was a double-A metal pendant.

He stared at the letters, and it would be nice if one of them was an F or a Z.

"What do you want?" He retracted the pendant and asked casually.

"The special package for the VIP suite," Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced at the window, "...four servings."

On the snow field, the exhausted lone wolf finally came to the door of the fairy tale cabin.

Downstairs in the hot spring hotel, Jingbai Ye ran towards the black-haired and green-eyed man standing in the shadows.

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