Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Chapter 727: The Past - Blade ②
"Number 78, failed."

"No. 261, a bit more agile than his peers..."

"No. 333... How did this brainless kid survive two rounds?"

Underground world.

In the large circular underground arena, many men in black holding paper records stood by the fence on the upper level, and there were even several antique cameras filming.

The faces of these men in black were not friendly, some even looked ferocious. Almost everyone had a cigarette in their hands, making the air in the entire underground area stale.

At this time, a man in black with a top hat came over and said, "Hey, we found some interesting newcomers over at Field 5. Who of you wants to go over and take a look?"

A big man sneered disdainfully: "Ha! How interesting can a bunch of little brats be?"

A thin man beside him also laughed: "Could it be that the offspring of some important person was sent in to be beaten?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

On the stage, the men in black were condescending and talking happily.

Below the stage, the trapped young animals were fighting with their own compatriots, knives cutting through their bodies, the fighting children, the scattered corpses, and the puddles of blood could not attract the attention of those above.

The man in black with a top hat just glanced down and shook his head, "No, it is indeed an interesting little thing, I heard it was picked up from Japan.

He is the only orphan with a name.”

"It has a name, isn't that normal? Which child in an orphanage doesn't have a name?"

“In fact, most of the children brought back from Japan were homeless.”

Some people were getting impatient. "Anderburg, don't you just want us to go and take a look? You're dithering around. Someone who doesn't know would think this kid is your illegitimate child."

The man in black with a top hat curled his lips:

"Oh, whatever you think.

But I am old, and it is time for me to find a successor."

He ignored the others and walked back to Field No. 5 silently.

After hesitating, a few people in black chose to go over and take a look.

.........

Field No. 5.

It is exactly the same as the previous place, also a circular underground arena.

The venue was divided into several 'battlefields' by iron railings.

In the center of each battlefield there is a table with exquisite food and an hourglass.

There was only enough food for five people on each table, and the hourglass was almost empty.

But there are far more than five children in each "battlefield", and many are more than ten years old.

——Only if they defeat enough children within the specified time and make them unable to fight back, will they be qualified to sit at the table and enjoy the feast.

The Kurosawa Formation is located in one of the battlefields.

However, he did not join in the children's melee.

He leaned quietly against the railing, his body very relaxed, with only his eyes open, observing a few children fighting not far away.

Two of them were his 'roommates'.

Originally he had another roommate... but unfortunately, the other person was too weak and was beaten to death in the last 'pre-dinner activity'.

"--Snapped!"

A child was knocked to the ground, not far from Kurosawa's position.

This child should be about eight or nine years old, and is much taller and stronger than Kurosawa Jin.

The other party covered his bruised nose and swollen face, glared at Kurosawa Jin fiercely, and rushed back to join the melee.

Kurosawa Jin watched quietly, shaking his head inwardly: "Raising Gu... is inhumane. Can't the police find this place?"

He felt that all the black people here would spend life in jail.

The hourglass ran out quickly.

Five winners emerged from most battlefields. They sat at the table with exquisite meals including sushi, fish fillets, salads and cakes, completely let down their guard and feasted on the food.

The failed children could only crouch in the corner, holding their wounds, and looking at the winners with hatred...

Kurosawa Jin is an exception.

He did not participate in the struggle and was the cleanest in the audience.

"...At best, I can only hold on until next time." Kurosawa Jin lowered his head, hiding the bitterness in his eyes, "We can't stay hungry any longer."

He was forcibly relying on the "qi" to sustain himself. Even if he didn't eat or drink for a period of time, it would not be a big deal, but over time, it would also damage his body.

Kurosawa Jin raised his head.

He could see a circle of men in black pointing and talking below.

The instructor named 'Alex' who had paid attention to him before was not there, and no one knew where he had gone.

"……Hey!"

A gentle call drew Kurosawa Jin's attention back.

A child stood in front of him and handed him a piece of fish and a piece of sushi.

"I don't need it." Kurosawa Jin pushed the food back, keeping a cold expression, "Eat it yourself, you don't have to give me charity every time."

The child still insisted on stuffing the food into his arms, "You eat it! Last time without you, I would have been beaten to death!"

The child had no name, only a number '76'.

In the previous 'war', the opponent was beaten right in front of Kurosawa Jin, and the other children wanted to continue fighting in front of Kurosawa Jin.

At that time, his heart softened, so he pulled the other person over and used a little bit of energy to nourish the other person...

I didn’t expect that the loser of the previous game would become the winner of this one.

This is almost a 'miracle' that is hard to come by - because only the children who win the fight can eat the food, and the children who don't get the food will definitely not have as much physical strength and energy as those who get to eat.

In this way, the strong become stronger and the weak become weaker...

If this continues...

Kurosawa Jin was a little bit afraid to think about it.

"You eat it! It's okay with me. This amount is a bit too much for me." No. 76 smiled shyly, moved his sprained foot, and limped away from the 'battlefield'.

Kurosawa Jin looked at the food in his hand without being pretentious. After finishing it in two bites, he remembered the favor, stood up, walked leisurely through the tunnel, and returned to the prison dormitory.

……

"Is this what you call interesting?"

The expressions of the men in black were all constipated. "Anderburg, your taste is getting weirder and weirder!"

The man in black with a top hat called Anderburg pressed down the brim of his hat and said, "Don't you find it interesting? This is the first time I've seen a child who never participated in a battle and yet was given charity."

"So what? This only shows that he is a waste..."

"He's not a waste." Anderburg glanced at the person who was speaking. "The kid named Kurosawa Jin was spotted by Alex on his first day because... he almost killed a caretaker with the dagger under his pillow."

The others suddenly stopped talking.

"Besides, this kid and No. 76 both look like the kind of people who are grateful for the help they have received." Anderburg took off his hat, revealing his pale sideburns and a sickly smile. "I remember Kurosawa Jin. If we only count his number, he is..."

"Number twenty-four."

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