69novels Chapter 96
Chapter 96
"Well, it's really suitable for the formation, so the effect will be better. What does Chris think?"
"Perfect—very perfect! It's really a masterpiece to turn the tide, Joseph, only you can save this face full of evil thoughts, if Joseph's plan is affected, don't ask, it's this incompetent bodyguard with zero acting skills wrong."
"...I'm very sorry, Mr. Alex."
"It's not your fault, Zhen. After all, your job is of a special nature and you don't need acting skills... Besides, it's not that serious. We are here to relax. It's okay to have a little problem. Well, isn't this easy to solve?"
With only a pair of the simplest props, the problem of Gin's unrelenting murderous eyes being too eye-catching was easily solved.
It's all fun, after all, I still have to go fishing along the way. If I scare the fish away, I'm really sorry for the second leader of the black organization who has been reluctant to do his work these days.
Therefore, before entering the amusement park, the three people whose combined actual age was far over a hundred years old, bought a pair of sunglasses for their companion nearby to cover his eyes.
The silver-haired man's high ponytail and suit vest are already serious enough, and with the addition of his sharp temperament honed from the mountain of corpses and blood, he really looks like a bodyguard, not a tourist out to play.
"Try this pair." Qian Mu personally picked out a pair of sunglasses and asked the man to wear them to see the effect.
The effect is very good.
Wearing sunglasses, Gin walked down the street and disappeared into the crowd. The deadly frost around his body was instantly offset by most of it. It was guaranteed that even if Haibara Ai passed by him face to face, the winery radar, which was especially doubled for Gin, would not be able to ring.
Belmode supported Qianmu's shoulders, buried her head in laughter and trembled, she said that BOSS's vision is really good, and this pair of sunglasses is also very good--the brown lens is not the point, the one that fills the frame and adds The leopard print on the thick bracket is the finishing touch!
"It's really suitable for you, Kuisawa. It changed from fake frivolity to real frivolity in no time. Remember to wear it when you go back. After all, it's a gift from Joseph."
The woman had just finished hitting the expressionless opponent with her front foot, but she gracefully hooked her lips with her back foot, and smiled beautifully at the clerk: "Please give me that pair of sunglasses, thank you."
BOSS has a pair of brown sunglasses, and now Gin also has them. Although the sunglasses in her home used to match clothes can be piled up in a pile, it is meaningless if they are not gifts from BOSS.
Qian Mu consciously paid the bill for the two of them.
Gin's sunglasses were picked by himself, and the price wasn't too expensive. Although Belmode was chosen by himself, the price was the most expensive, and a balance could be reached for now - today's BOSS was also carrying water in a subtle way.
In order to cooperate with them, he also randomly picked a pair of ordinary ones for himself. The trio of sunglasses appeared in amusement parks and other places. It was still a little conspicuous, but it was much better than the previous atmosphere where Edogawa Conan and the murder case could be summoned at any time. .
Qian Mu had a great time.
Because he fulfilled a long-cherished wish that he had been thinking about for many years.
After field testing, Gin was wearing a hat on a roller coaster, and the hat would still be blown off, not even for a second.
At the moment when the roller coaster slowly climbed to a high place and then suddenly descended, the fancy hat bought in the amusement park fluttered away, tearfully leaving Mr. Killer sitting in the back row.
"Sure enough, it will still fall off." The boss was thoughtful, "So it didn't fall off before, is it because you quietly pinned a hairpin or a paper clip under the hat?"
The subordinates are still a little cautious.
Gin couldn't argue: "..."
After all, he has so many things to do every day, he has long forgotten the trivial matter of wearing a black top hat and riding a roller coaster.
"Hahaha—maybe it's glue on the top of the hair, it's convenient and easy, and it can also save Joseph the expense of reimbursement for the hat. Glue is cheaper than the hat, right Mr. Kurosawa?"
Mr. Kurosawa's green pupils showed a cold light that even leopard-print sunglasses could not block: "That's right, so there is a lot of glue, just enough to stick your mouth."
started again.
But it didn't quite start either.
The BOSS saw that something was wrong, and immediately pulled up two people: "Okay, okay, the roller coaster is over, let's go to the next place, let's go."
Whether it's a game hall or an amusement park, a crowded zoo or a Qing bar with only light music playing in a loop, these places that ordinary people are accustomed to should have no chance for them.
But after this fulfilling day, the man in the middle is always fun, and the woman who is content with him as long as she stays with him needless to say, the other man got used to it quickly after getting through the extreme discomfort at the beginning.
Specifically, the expression changes of the silver-haired man were completely blocked. Even if he only sat in the bar for 10 minutes, passers-by came up to strike up a conversation one by one, and he didn't bother to raise his eyebrows.
Two days ago, it was a miracle that these passers-by who were brave enough could leave the bar regretfully with their legs open.
Gin's temper didn't get better because of the self-cultivation during this period, but became more irritable because of being too ruthless.
The two days that he can spend privately with the BOSS (who also blocked Belmode automatically) are exceptions.
If the BOSS wants him to take a vacation, he should take a good vacation. Don't worry about those unfinished business. He really hasn't opened the mailbox in the past two days. They poked the sky upside down.
The hostility engraved in the killer's bones is naturally not so easy to be sealed by the exaggerated sunglasses.
The key is to see who is around you.
There has never been such a creature as a "companion" in Gin's world.
For the living people that appear in his field of vision, he probably only has two categories: "props with survival value" and "rats that must be killed". Needless to say, the former is subdivided, but it is still easy to use The tool man, the idiot who can only follow the command and act, and the idiot who does not obey the command but can bear it.
Once in the tool man group, there were a few smart people who even Gin thought he could value, and they saved him a lot of trouble by accepting them as his subordinates. As a result, Akai Shuichi slapped him in the face with his own strength, and since then he has been slightly involved in important affairs. He would rather choose to do it himself, and he doesn't want to give rubbish another chance to do bad things.
Gin doesn't trust anyone, the itinerary he keeps in his mind has only a beginning and no end, a busy and suspicious lone wolf can't be with people in his life from breakfast to supper, from the game hall to the bar, and finally calmly drink and leave himself Scotch on the rocks countless times.
——Unless this person is a BOSS who was classified by him and highlighted at the top.
BOSS certainly has unique privileges, he is the only existence that Gin can absolutely trust,
There are also women who are treated separately because they are too annoying. However, Belmode is in a special situation. "Trust" exists again.
Also sitting in front of the bar, there is only one person in between, but Gin is not worried that the woman will poison his wine. As long as that person is still alive, no matter how many times the woman threatens him openly or secretly, it will always be just a bluff, not enough. For fear.
For Gin, this weird and meaningless trip is indeed a "vacation" for him to completely relax.
This is the first time now, and maybe there will be a second or third time in the future.
The silver-haired man ignored another wave of passers-by who came up to strike up a conversation, and at the same time obeyed the will of the boss, and did not respond coldly to the prying eyes from the dark, and only raised the wine glass in time when the person beside him raised his hand .
"Boom-"
The sound of clinking glasses swayed slightly, which was more pleasant than the background music.
Judging from his indifferent but not tense expression, he doesn't seem to reject this afternoon leisure time.
"……Humph."
The woman had a panoramic view of the vicious dog's changes, and made a dissatisfied nasal sound, but it was lighter than before.
She sat down next to a man, and didn't look at the others around her the whole time, making it clear that she didn't want to be disturbed, so the only unlucky person who got caught up in the flirtation with him was Gin.
The worries in advance really came true. Gin, who had no self-knowledge, stole the limelight from the boss. Belmode really wanted to find something wrong, but after understanding the intentions of the people around her, she told herself, let's let Gin is proud again...
Who told this insidious man to take the initiative too early, how hard he worked in keeping silent in the past, and how rich the rewards are now.
Even if Belmode is full of Gin's exclusive nitpicking filter, he has to admit that without Gin's hard work that has almost killed him for many years, the black-clothed organization with a hand-off BOSS has long been chaotic and fell apart, and it can't last at all today.
For the sake of this "great contribution", she decided to concentrate on playing the harmless decoration around "Dr. Alex", and barely endured Gin for another night.
Enduring it, the BOSS seemed to start a small chat lazily.
"What do you do when you are free?"
Belmoto understood it as soon as she heard it, and she completely understood the meaning.
A glimmer of unpredictability flashed briefly in her softened beautiful eyes. The capricious woman chose to be trustworthy this time, and started to cooperate as if she didn't know anything: "I can do a lot of things. Pick a favorite book and read it all afternoon. The weather of the day, watching an old movie with the right atmosphere, and taking care of yourself is also a compulsory course for every woman..."
As an international actress and a high-level intelligence organization, Belmode is also very busy, but she lives a very delicate life. After all, the beautiful peel of the golden apple requires a lot of energy to maintain.
Where did she find so much time to spend, and where did she find so many things to do? A busy person like Gin would definitely not be able to understand.
For the same question, Belmode could list more than a dozen hobbies, and at the same time recommend movies and light music for body care to the man who asked the question, but Gin frowned indistinctly, thinking about how he should answer.
The answer is actually not difficult to think of.
If Gin is just the top killer in the organization, and the most he does is to clean up the undercover traitors and take charge of some secret transactions, then he also has enough time to squander. People who are rooted in the dark, whether they are lunatics with a broken bottom line or not, They all have some small hobbies to decompress and vent, both normal and twisted.
However, although Gin is crazy enough, he is too busy and has almost no free time. The only thing that can be used for relaxation in fragmented time is——
"If it's smoking, drinking and staying up late at work, it's best not to say it and let me hear it."
Gin: "..."
Then he has nothing to say.
"Nah." Qian Mu called him softly.
The man who was suddenly irritated by not being able to answer the boss's question raised his eyes, ready to meet the condemning gaze of the boss.
Although the BOSS's intentions are not stated clearly, it has revealed a bit from the beginning of asking him to have a healthy work and rest. As keen as he is, he will definitely not ignore it.
At this time, it changed from a hint to an explicit order. Although it was not a direct order, the BOSS did not ask for his opinion.
However, the man who is used to working with darkness and indulgence only hesitated for a moment before accepting the control of himself from others.
Gin is not dissatisfied.
He is loyal to people rather than organizations. Even if the huge monster he has worked so hard to maintain, that person says he doesn't want it anymore and is about to throw it away lightly, he will not be dissatisfied at all. That person's decision is justified.
In the same way, if the loyal person wants him to change, then the bloodthirsty beast will also try to restrain his minions and change his dark and unrestrained habits.
Yes, there can only be [one point].
Gin is well aware of his own nature, which is black and can never be dyed white. Crazy is his essence. He can take a short rest when his blood stagnates and boils, but he absolutely cannot rest in ease.
The boss also knew it well, but he still arranged it like this.
He will not ask the BOSS why.
No need for a reason, the moment he handed over his reins, he would unconditionally believe in the person holding the rope.
If one day in the future, the beast can't hold back his restless nature after all, baring his teeth at his master, the reins around his neck will turn into nooses, and he is willing to bow his head and die.
——Needless to say, the green pupils looking at the man already explained everything.
However, he didn't wait to contain the words of blame.
The man whose real face was covered by disguise just looked at him and smiled.
"Let's go to Nagano tomorrow."
"There is a place that I should go to once."
Gin was slightly startled, then, as usual, nodded calmly: "Yes."
……
After two days of "doing nothing", on the third day, they set off for Nagano, where Gin should have arrived a few days ago.
The tail that had been hanging for two days was thrown off halfway, and the little characters who were brought in for fun were only allowed to know the approximate location. The real destination of the three is a secret among secrets.
Countless messengers of justice put on the disguise of moths, and rushed into the dark abyss, just to find this hidden place, until they were finally crushed by the sharp claws of crows, but they still found nothing.
For example, a public security undercover who has been lurking in the organization for many years, after becoming a middle-level cadre, he is trying to find clues about that location. Belmode, who is always watching him, noticed his little tricks, and it’s not bad as if he didn’t see it. Since it is impossible to release the flood, give him a reminder.
The headquarters of the Black Organization is actually hidden in Nagano Prefecture.
Among the juniper forests, there is a theater built on the mountain.
The river below the mountain can faintly reflect a gray-white corner. Looking at it dazzlingly, it seems to be the wings extending from the forest, but the color is slightly dim, suggesting that it has withstood decades of wind and rain.
This theater is well-known in the local area. Even if it is located a little far away, many theater lovers usually drive here to enjoy an excellent performance.
Today’s drama is adapted from one of the three ancient Greek tragedies. The dome hall is full of seats, and the passionate and mournful music echoes in the hall. It can be heard even in the invisible depths.
Of course, this is just imagination.
Underneath the theater, inside the mountains, in several layers of space that have been almost unknown for many years, only the sound of slow footsteps echoes in the air.
Entering from the hidden entrance, the first floor you step into is the training center that is clearly divided into areas.
The training venue, which could accommodate thousands of people at the same time, was empty, and the rows of secret rooms sealed by fingerprint locks were also silent, extraordinarily quiet.
Except for them who walked in at this time, no one was on this floor.
Looking at the years of blood left between the venues, it seems that the trainers were not temporarily driven away, but that no one has been active here for a long time.
The silver-haired man, who was not suitable for dressing up, led the way, and the deserted space seemed to have slipped from the brim of his hat to the shadow under the flap of his coat.
The important task of introducing Qian Mu, who was the only one who hadn't taken off his disguise, was taken over by the blonde woman who accompanied him.
"Until more than ten years ago, this place was a training center for orphans adopted by organizations and children of cadres."
"Ten years ago..."
"Yes. Twelve years ago, you no longer issued an order to raise orphans, and chose another location for the external training ground. Here, it has changed from shelving to abandonment."
Belmode's voice was very soft.
It seems to recall the long past, but there is no regret that a long-term plan has come to an abrupt end, but it seems to be satisfied with depression.
"That's it."
Qian Mu didn't ask where Belmode's depression came from, let alone how Gin, who had been in the organization since he was a child, came out of the blood-stained field. He only joked with them in the most ordinary tone: " Did you grow up here too?"
"Yes, boss."
"No wonder your skin is so fair. You can't see much light here, and you're not healthy at all. Remember to get more sun exposure when you go out."
"Oh, the boss really cares about you, Gin, you've already passed the age where you need to bask in the sun."
"I probably remember correctly, but you are at an age where you need to bask in the sun again, Vermouth."
"Ah--"
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the BOSS urgently changed the subject: "What is this floor for?"
It was not a very coincidental question.
Because this floor is the armory.
Under the light, large, medium and small firearms and weapons reflected dazzling icy light, filling every wall.
The right arm of the BOSS was furious at the age of the attack, and almost got close to the material, and had a cordial exchange with the sneering left arm of the BOSS, which could blow up the armory.
The BOSS caught in the middle: "...Okay, okay, what is the third floor?"
"It's all a laboratory."
"There are also here?"
"Yes, until 12 years ago... Hehe, the most important experiments were carried out here."
Belmode smiled gently when facing the man, but he couldn't hide the disgust that flickered in his eyes when he said "the most important experiment".
The human experiments she has personally experienced.
Even if the people in charge of the Silver Bullet, Miyano and his wife, both died, and the research materials were missing, no matter how much they tried, they would just use up the experimental subjects for no reason... In the following years, it still didn't stop, and people's lives continued to pile up.
Then why did it end?
Because 12 years ago, BOSS seemed to have a whim and focused on other projects. He completely forgot about the secret human experiment, and transferred the elite researchers to other research institutes, and never remembered it again.
"Well... there's another thing."
BOSS tried to recall, was he doing things so rough when he was young?Okay, the memory failed, the high probability is that the original script only mentioned the existence of human experimentation, he glanced at it and didn't pay attention to it, and directly pulled the person over, focusing on the silver bullet drug analysis and his own terminal illness.
The blond woman smiled and said nothing, not saying that she had already discovered his weakness.
This BOSS is willful and self-willed, he only cares about what he can see in front of his eyes, he has been a BOSS for 12 years, and now he stepped into the headquarters of the organization for the first time, only to find that he seems to have done nothing, but actually brought a lot Impact.
"It's a little unexpected...but it's pretty good."
"Yes."
They keep going up.
The floors that passed by were all untouched, some were abandoned and some were still in use.
Finally, the knight who opened the way for the first-time monarch stopped in front of a door.
He bowed to the man walking to the door and made a "please" gesture.
"Aren't you going to open the door for me, Zhen?" Qian Mu asked.
The silver-haired man said: "The only person who is qualified to open this door from the inside out is you."
This door is actually the entrance to the crow's lair.
The crows return to their nests and live in the darkness without light. They can only descend from high places to the ground, from day to night.
Even Gin and Belmode opened the door from the outside when they returned to the headquarters base, and finally left along the underground exit.
Because there is someone ruthlessly looking down from a high place, and that person is the Lord of Crows.
"It's been 12 years." Belmode whispered, "Please go back to your high place, mylord."
"..."
"it is good."
Qian Mu smiled.
Under the deep gaze of the two people on the left and right, he pushed open the door with moderate strength.
The bright light of the theater filled the dark world.
The brilliant golden spiral staircase rises from the back of the theater. Neither the actors on the stage nor the audience in the banquet can see the figure slowly climbing up the staircase, but the other party can hear the chant like a prophecy, and can see the blazing fire below. A torch piercing the sky.
—I make man no longer expect death.
—What medicine did you find to cure this disease?
Prometheus said, "I put blind hope in their hearts."
Hold the fire of hope tightly in your hands, and if you are indomitable, the gods will be overthrown.
The room of "that gentleman" is at the highest point of the theater, but it is located in the dimmest position. It is hard to tell whether it is low-key or arrogant.
From the inside to the outside of this lair, including the site selection and decoration style, it does not conform to Qianmu's aesthetics.
"But, forget it." He smiled indifferently.
This time, the silver-haired man was the first to open the door that had been dusty for more than ten years.
Qian Mu didn't miss the obedience and fanaticism in the green pupils when the man leaned over him.
This disobedient subordinate.
Belmode is not as troublesome as him.
It is not difficult for him to keep his life, the difficulty is to keep him alive without grinding his bloody fangs and claws.
Belmode mentioned it to him last night, apart from his usual dislike of Gin, he also revealed the essential truth in his words.
She said that Gin was not her, that calmness and peace could not dampen his ruthlessness, he was not born for the world under the light, and sooner or later he would reveal his nature and turn against his master, unless an unbreakable collar was prepared for him, or—
'With me, he won't. 'He said.
'His trust in me is his choice, preparing a suitable hunting ground for him, and tightening the rein in time after setting him free is my reward for his trust. '
So, trouble is troublesome.
It's time to prepare for the retirement ceremony for loyal subordinates.
"I'm motivated...but it's a little hot."
As Qian Mu said, the silver-haired man who retreated behind him silently stepped forward, and took off the black windbreaker along his shoulders.
He stopped slightly, allowing the woman to raise her hand, and carefully uncovered the layer of disguise covering her face.
The thin mask came off with the wig, and the bright red hair spilled out without being tied up by a hair tie. The slightly curly long hair fell behind him like a waterfall, becoming the only bright color that burned continuously in the dark room.
"BOSS."
"Mylord."
"Ah."
Smiling and nodding, the man turned around and looked at the green pupils and blue eyes that seemed to be rendered scorching fire.
He announced with a smile: "Let me see the results of these years."