Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 350 Everyone is yandere! A great harvest of love and murder!

After glancing at the slippers in the corner, Xiaolan answered the phone.

"How is he?" Gin spoke first.

"Sorry, something unexpected happened. We can only go to the store to buy a cat later." Xiaolan said.

"He was being eavesdropped on. I guess he should be fine. When did you guys agree on this self-torture tactic? I didn't see you guys even discussing it."

“Is there a very sensible cat?”

"Oh, you mean you have telepathy? I don't believe it. There must be someone hiding in the dark." Gin changed the subject and said, "By the way, you'd better not answer directly, otherwise the police will check every pet store, and your poor disguise will be exposed."

"Thanks, bye."

Xiaolan said this, but of course she didn't hang up the phone.

Gin smiled and said, "You have become interesting too, Miss Lan. I was very cooperative with your previous self-torture tactic. Now your suspicion in the eyes of the police should be greatly reduced.

If not, you can tell me later, they are just a few random guys and I will be happy to help you deal with them.

Furthermore, I have already received the 400 million yen for the gold intelligence transaction. Although it was done with the help of Mizuki Hotaru, since you are all family now, I will just consider it as your accomplishment.

That's it. I'll contact you when it's convenient for you."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Xiaolan looked at the screen of her cell phone which was going off, completely confused, not understanding what Gin meant.

No, it's more than that.

From the moment she received Chiso Aoyagi's email on the balcony, she was completely confused about the situation.

Of course she could understand the apparent self-torture tactic, it was just a show for the police.

But why does Gin cooperate like this?

Judging from his current and previous performance, is his attitude a little too good?
Moreover, this action clearly did not reduce the police's suspicion at all. Was it necessary for Ying to do this?

A cut in the throat or a knife in the heart are injuries that can be fatal even with a slight mistake.

Xiaolan suddenly thought of the conversation between Hotaru and Haibara Ai that she heard early this morning, and her eyes became strange.

She leaned over and whispered, "Ying, you are not really a masochist, are you? And you are a super severe one. What should I do? Do I need to buy a whip?"

"........."

Yingsheng was speechless, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, looking as if he had lost all hope in life.

He found that after this incident, he seemed to be unable to explain himself.

Last Friday, Huaying wanted to perform at Maori's house for the sake of the winery. The day before yesterday, there was the incident with Vermouth at Ian's apartment. And today's incident...

Ha ha.

I guess everyone would think there's something wrong with him.

However, when he saw the love value in his heart, a smile appeared in Yingsheng's eyes again.

23 points.

In the less than one hour of interaction with Gin, Gin gave him 23 points of love!
In addition to the 10 o'clock of the day before yesterday, Gin jumped like a rocket to the second place on the list, only below Kiyoko!
With such gains, reputation and other things don’t matter at all.

Mr. Kurosawa, you must keep it up.

The injection provided by the organization is too dangerous. For the sake of your health, please do not use it anymore.

If you want to kill me, please come find me.

I will be very happy...

Ok?
The view was suddenly blocked, and what replaced the pale ceiling was an exquisite face with a satisfied smile.

Yingsheng's heart skipped a beat, oh no.

He now had a brace on his neck and couldn't turn his head, so Xiaolan moved the mirror away and took the initiative to put her head into his sight with a serious expression.

"Hina, I am absolutely sure that you are sick."

"........."

Yingsheng thinks that if the world were suddenly destroyed, it would be very beautiful.

"Sister Xiaolan, is Brother Shuiyue awake?"

Conan's coquettish voice was heard at the door of the ward.

It is easy to let people down with children, so that they would not think that someone was deliberately eavesdropping here, and would just regard his arrival as a coincidence.

But Conan is an exception. As long as you spend more time with him, no one will treat him as a simple child.

This does not apply if the bug is discovered in advance.

After knowing that there was something wrong with Conan and that he was at least a little genius, Xiaolan paid special attention to him when he first entered the ward, and she still discovered the bug.

In Xiaolan's opinion, Conan's method was rather crude. If it weren't for his identity as a child, which provided him with a natural camouflage, any passerby could easily spot him.

"You just woke up, but Hotaru can't speak right now. If the little detective wants to ask you something, you can't do that for now."

Xiaolan smiled and turned her phone screen towards the door naturally.

She knew that Conan, the brat, must have heard her talking on the phone with someone else and became suspicious of her silence, so he hurried over.

But I'm sorry, the call has been disconnected.

Conan's eyes turned to the phone screen and he immediately put on an innocent expression, "Sui Yue brother can move his hands, right? He can type on the phone to answer questions."

"Eh? Why didn't I think of that? Conan is really smart. Then please go and call your brother Shinichi and Officer Megure over."

"Yes, I'll be there right away."

Conan turned and ran.

Xiaolan pouted, thinking that naughty kids were really annoying.

It’s even more annoying when a non-naughty child pretends to be a naughty child.

After a while, Kuroba Kaito and Megure Jusan were brought by Conan. The first question Megure Jusan asked was:

"Brother Shuiyue, why didn't Gin kill you?"

"He thinks Shirley is in my hands, and he won't kill me before finding her in the winery." Yingsheng typed back on his phone.

"So Shirley is in your hands?"

"I plan to buy a Maine Coon and name it Shirley." Yingsheng deleted the previous text and retyped.

"…Be serious."

"I think you're asking this question very carelessly. :-). Did you catch Gin?"

"No."

"Then I'd like to ask the police to continue their efforts. How about leaving a secret code for me? If I run into him again next time, I'll contact you with the code. Don't come here by yourself. Just call the rapid response team directly."

Megure Juzo thought about it, nodded in agreement, and continued to ask about other matters today.

Naturally, Hotaru pushed all the blame onto Gin, saying that he was just a poor guy who was tortured by him.

Anyway, Gin would never jump out to refute, and the fingerprints on the handle of the fruit knife were definitely his. The truth of the matter was naturally what Hotaru said.

"I'm sorry, brother Shuiyue. It's all our fault that the police didn't protect your privacy!"

After all, Megure Jusan bowed deeply.

Yingsheng typed slowly: "Strange six-eared macaque, has Officer Sato found it?"

If it weren't for the incident with Vermouth, Yingsheng really wouldn't have intended to tell what happened in the lounge of the police hospital when he was hung up and tortured the day before yesterday.

Isn't that just making yourself uncomfortable?

However, even if we exclude the factor of Vermouth, the police's confidentiality is really weak, at least this is the case for the three searches. If you don't have the skills, you really wouldn't dare to be their informant.

Otherwise, you will be cheated sooner or later.

Megure Jusan sighed, his face saddened, "Not yet, I'm afraid... it's more likely to be bad than good."

Yingsheng typed to comfort him: "Good things will come to you, relax, Officer Sato will be fine."

"I hope so."

After chatting for a few more words, Megure Jusan and his companions said goodbye and left.

Kuroba Kaito walked to the door and suddenly turned around to ask, "Is it your strategy to make the winery suspect that Shirley is in your hands to save your life? Otherwise, are you worried that the winery will just kill you?"

Yingsheng stretched out his right hand wrapped in thick gauze and nodded like a lucky cat.

Kuroba Kaito smiled and turned away.

Xiaolan looked at Yingsheng, "What does this mean?"

Yingsheng typed out a line of words quickly with his left hand: "It means take care. Also, I'm hungry. What are you going to eat tonight?"

"…What are you thinking about? You can only be fed through a tube and your throat cannot move at all."

"..."

Yingsheng typed: "Please ask the doctor for me, what is the fastest recovery time for this condition?"

Xiaolan raised her eyebrows, leaned over and whispered, "Do you have a way to make the wound heal quickly? Because of your god's blessing?"

Yingsheng typed: "Looking at the plums to quench thirst, this is the power of the spirit."

"???"

Yingsheng continued typing: "Even if you are exhausted, even if your muscles are torn, as long as you still have the determination to punch, then keep going. This is the power of will."

"........."

Xiaolan was speechless. This was what she said when she first taught Yingsheng karate. She didn't expect the boomerang to come so quickly.

However, willpower is indeed very useful. It seems that it is not completely impossible to speed up recovery from injuries?
Xiaolan raised her hand and pressed on her left shoulder. Well, the wound was no longer painful or itchy at all. It must have healed.

Suddenly her arm was poked. Xiaolan turned around and saw the words written on the phone screen:

"Ran, give me some of your Saiyan physique."

"……roll!"

In another ward, Kuroba Kaito smiled and shook his head, turning off the eavesdropping receiver in his ear.

It was obvious that one of them almost died before, and the other was so worried that his face seemed frozen without any expression at all. But now, just moments after waking up, they started flirting with each other.

Relationships really need to be good.

Kuroba Kaito looked at the bed in front of him, "Doctor, what would you like to eat tonight?"

Dr. Agasa scratched his head and looked towards the window. "Conan, I should be able to be discharged from the hospital now."

Conan was stroking his chin in deep thought and didn't notice the shouting at all. When Dr. Agasa shouted again, he suddenly came back to his senses, "What?"

"..."

Dr. Agasa said it again, and asked by the way: "Conan, what are you thinking about?"

"Just thinking about you, Doctor."

Conan looked at Dr. Agasa, "Today, Shinichi used a poker gun in front of Gin. If he links it to Kaito Kid, you are a neighbor, and many people know that you often invent some weird things, so you may also be suspected."

"Forehead……"

Dr. Agasa scratched his head again. He was originally the weapons supplier of Kaito Kidd, but it would be strange if he was discovered for this reason.

"I'm sorry. I was in a hurry and didn't notice that his grenade was not locked." Kuroba Kaito shrugged. "But it doesn't seem to matter. Anyway, we have been exposed in front of him. If he is that kind of vicious person, he might blow up the Kudo residence tonight."

"I'm sorry, but you can leave anytime, Shinichi. Dr. Agasa..."

"Hey, I'm not worried about myself, little detective. Don't you realize the seriousness of the problem?" Kuroba Kaito exclaimed, "Your parents have already returned to their country. Have you forgotten?"

"!!!"

Conan's expression suddenly changed. He was used to living alone and he really didn't think about this for a moment.

After being reminded by Kuroba Kaito, Conan quickly took out his cell phone to call his father. However, as soon as he finished speaking, a rather helpless laugh came from the other side.

"Conan, your brother Shinichi has already told us about this. You are too focused."

The nice thing to say is focus.

To put it bluntly, it's just one-track-minded and stubborn. Conan felt relieved, and gave Kuroba Kaito a grateful look, and then asked hurriedly: "What are you going to do, Dad?"

"My personal suggestion is that you should stop investigating, Conan, and go to live in America with Dr. Agasa." Kudo Yusaku said in a serious tone, "The person across from you is a ruthless criminal who dared to shoot a police officer in public. He has memorized your appearance now. If you continue to investigate, your life will be in danger."

Conan remained silent.

Kuroba Kaito touched his cheek and felt a little toothache.

"Conan, Mom is worried about you."

Kudo Yukiko's voice also came out from the receiver, but it was softer than her real voice. It was the voice she prepared for the identity of "Edogawa Fumiyo".

Conan finally spoke: "Gin had the chance to kill us all today, but he didn't."

On the other end of the phone, Kudo Yusaku frowned, "Are you going to rely on the enemy's mercy or other unknown reasons for your life?"

"That's not the case. I just think that if we investigate more carefully in the future and don't confront him head-on, he might not attack us directly."

"Conan, I don't know where you get this confidence from."

"wristband."

"Bracelet?"

"The bracelet on Suigetsu's left hand has an unknown value on it. When it exceeds 90, an alarm will sound." Conan looked at Kuroba Kaito, "I think Shinichi-san should have noticed that the change in that value seems to be related to Gin's mood."

Kuroba Kaito nodded, "As soon as Gin spoke, the alarm stopped. I do think there is a connection between them, but I don't have any more evidence."

"I have a new argument."

Conan said: "You were concentrating during the gunfight and may not have noticed. I was lying on the ground at that time and saw the number on the bracelet suddenly jump to 72, and the screen lit up yellow. At that time, Officer Hoshino had just fallen to the ground, and Gin did not fire the second bullet."

Kuroba Kaito raised an eyebrow, "You mean, Gin didn't kill us not out of mercy, but because of some kind of mental limitation?"

"I think that's it."

"That won't work either." Kudo Yusaku interrupted, "Even if he can only kill one person at a time, Conan, who do you want that person to be? And according to what you said, the brewery is very powerful, Gin can definitely send someone else to take action."

"Dad, the point is not this. The point is the bracelet related to Gin's psychological condition. Why is it worn on Suigetsu's hand? What is their relationship?" Conan's eyes flickered. "Brother Shinichi, don't you think that Gin's reaction was very strange when we rushed in just now?"

Kuroba Kaito nodded. "He just sat there without moving, his eyes looking quite painful...hiss——!"

Kuroba Kaito took a deep breath, his pupils dilated, "I say, Conan, you don't think they are in that kind of relationship, do you?!"

Conan's lips curled slightly, "Why not?"

"No, this... this is too weird!"

"If you knew Shuiyue's other identity, you wouldn't find it strange." Conan sneered, "He is the top gigolo in Kabukicho, known as a celestial being who transcends gender, Liuying!"

[Killing Intent +4]

"Ok?"

Yingsheng was lying on the hospital bed, obediently allowing Nurse Huizi to insert a gastric tube into him. When he saw the prompt suddenly pop up in his mind, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Ever since Gin fell into a coma last Friday, such large single-amount murderous intent payments have become rare.

No, to be precise, only one person provided it.

Flower shadow hope.

But I haven't appeared in front of Xiwang in the past two days, and she hasn't contacted me out of spite. She wouldn't have any intention to kill me, right?
"Suiyue-san, I know this will be a little uncomfortable, but please be patient and don't make any noise, otherwise it will affect your voice."

Nurse Huizi reminded softly.

Yingsheng made an OK gesture with his left hand and was about to continue thinking about which kind-hearted person was so eager to kill him when suddenly a hint popped up in his mind.

[Killing Intent +3]

Although it is a little less than the previous one, it is not common either. Who is this?

[Killing Intent +2]

Forget it, I’m too lazy to think about it. The police, the winery, the FBI, the CIA, the Southeast Asian drug dealers, whoever they want.

It's really pleasant to see the leeks constantly sprouting. Please be sure to have more.

Anyone who wants to kill me, please try harder.

……

……

"boom--!"

"Pfft——!"

In a ward filled with high-tech instruments, Curacao, wearing a white suit, was holding a tablet and playing a video to the girl with cornrows wearing a breathing mask on the bed.

The timestamp on the upper right corner of the video is five o'clock this afternoon. The video shows a silver-haired man constantly sniping at various targets. Once the target dies, the scene is quickly rebuilt like the collapse and reconstruction of building blocks.

This is a training base built by the winery at great expense. The dummies and holographic projection constructed scenes can simulate various data such as wind speed and humidity, providing the organization members with an extremely realistic training experience.

The man in the video maintained his sniping distance at 300 yards, which is a very poor number for a professional sniper.

But the point is not the distance, the point is that the man shoots faster and faster, without any hesitation!
"boom--!"

When a dummy in the video showed its head, it was sniped and killed in less than a second. The eyes of the man with corn braids widened, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and the blue breathing mask was stained with a layer of white mist.

"Just be patient, Binga, the video isn't over yet."

Curacao has a cold face and his words are cold as well.

But Binga didn't wait for the video to end, and raised his hand to take off the mask on his face.

Curacao raised his knee to hold down Binga's left hand, then held down his right hand with his left hand, while continuing to play the video with his other hand.

"Your back is badly injured, don't move, and your lungs are injured, so you'd better not breathe so fast."

Binga gritted his teeth. How could he possibly endure this damn woman?
But he couldn't help it and had to endure it, and continued to look down with resentment in his eyes.

Gin, you deserve to die!
After a while, Gin in the video began to gradually increase the sniping distance. When he shot a target 700 yards away in the head, the video screen finally went black.

Curacao placed the tablet on the bedside table and pulled down the breathing mask on Binga's face. "Lord Rum asked..."

"Gin's brain nerves have recovered?!"

Binga interrupted urgently.

Curacao had a blank expression on his face. "Not yet. He used a tricky method, but this is not important to the organization. What is important is that he has regained his combat power. Binga, Lord Rum asks you, what do you think after seeing this video?"

Binga's teeth were bleeding from biting his teeth, and he cursed Rum a hundred times in his heart.

How would you feel?
How can I feel!!!
Binga spoke word by word: "I feel ashamed of Lord Rum's cultivation and his expectations!"

"It's good that you know." Curacao let go of Binga's hand. "Lord Rum is very kind and is willing to give you another chance. Vermouth has escaped. You are responsible for catching her back or just killing her."

"Thank you, Lord Rum, but after what happened the day before yesterday, Vermouth must be more vigilant and will only contact me." Binga said in a serious tone.

"Don't worry, no one is planning to get rid of you. You are at least a code name member, and the failure of a private transaction is nothing."

Curacao saw through his little thoughts at a glance and comforted him.

Binga was stunned for a moment, then his expression relaxed a little, "Thank you for the trust of the organization, I will wait until my injury heals..."

Curacao interrupted, "It will take time to heal your lung injury, even with the medical technology of the organization. Lord Rum doesn't plan to give you that much time."

"What? This..."

Binga was shocked and cursed Rum's entire family a thousand times in his heart.

Does Rum want him to perform the mission while injured?

This is not asking him to capture Vermouth, this is simply asking him to die!
Curacao clapped his hands and said, "Don't be nervous. The medical department has given us a new experimental project. Just hold on. Your injuries may be healed by tomorrow morning."

The door of the ward was pushed open, and an external member in a white coat came in carrying a metal box.

Binga's face turned pale, "Lord Rum wants me to test the medicine?!"

"Don't worry, Vodka is the first guinea pig. He has personally verified the efficacy of the drug, and it is very good."

Curacao put Binga's left hand into a groove beside the bed and tapped the bedside table a few times. The groove closed from both sides, trying to fix Binga's hand firmly inside.

Binga's heart trembled and he began to struggle subconsciously. This situation looked wrong!

Curacao let go and picked up the tablet. "I advise you to cooperate. Otherwise, if I knock you out and then continue the project, your chances of survival will be even smaller."

Binga froze, looked at the cold walls around him, and finally gave up resisting.

Even if he wasn't injured, he would still be no match for Curacao, so why is he still struggling?

Be ruthless to your enemies and be equally ruthless to your own people.

Haha, this is the organization. Don’t I, who is bent on bringing down Gin, understand it best?

"Just put the other hand over by yourself, and the same with the foot. The handcuffs are on both sides," said Curacao.

Binga did as he was told and looked sideways at Curacao as he saw the outer member had opened the box.

"We have worked together for so many years, can you give me some pointers?"

"According to the comparative experiment, the key point should be willpower. Vodka provides a clever way to get through it. When you are extremely angry or want to kill someone, you should be able to get through it."

"It's quite magical. As for the person I want to kill so badly..." Binga's mouth curled slightly, "What exactly is Gin's trick?"

"The person that Gin wanted to kill the most in the past, the person that he loves the most now, offered himself up, grabbed his hand, cut his own throat with a knife, and then stabbed his own heart. After this incident, Gin seemed to have reached a certain balance. He still had some sluggishness in close combat, but sniping was basically no longer a problem."

Curacao spoke in a calm tone, but at the end, his eyes became quite distant.

Who would have thought that Gin would meet such a madman.

"Interesting, that guy died?" Binga asked.

"Not yet. He was lucky. The knife was stuck in his ribs and was half a centimeter away from his heart," said Curacao.

"Him? Gin fell in love with a man?"

Binga's eyes instantly became full of amusement, and even his worries about his own situation faded away.

"Liu Ying, you should have heard of this name."

Curacao glanced at him and said, "First of all, Gin is mentally ill. He actually wants to kill this man the most. Secondly, Liuying is very beautiful. You should have seen his photos. He sometimes dresses as a woman, and he must be even more beautiful that way."

"........."

Binga sneered, "So what? He is a man anyway. When I recover from my injury, I will definitely ridicule him in front of Gin!"

"That's a good idea. Just live well with this will."

Curacao completely secured Binga on the bed, making way for the peripheral members.

Binga saw the peripheral member coming with a metal tray, which contained a scalpel and a small glass container, which contained...

???

A squirming mass of pink flesh? !
Binga couldn't help but yell, "Hey, hey, what the hell is this? Cancer cells?!"

"It's indeed somewhat similar to that one. Anyway, you just have to hold on." Curacao turned and walked out.

"Hey, that Liuying, can I kill him?" Binga's eyes were full of murderous intent, "The person I want to kill most now is this bastard who cured Gin!"

"Of course you can, if you can do it."

bang——

Curacao closed the door from the outside.

Binga grinned and looked at the outer members.

"bring it on!"

The outer members shuddered all over, and hurriedly lowered their heads and stepped forward, put the breathing mask on Binga again, unbuttoned his clothes on his chest, and without even giving him anesthesia, they cut a cross-shaped wound on his left chest heart.

Just like cutting mushrooms.

Then he opened the glass container and transplanted the squirming granulation tissue onto the cross-shaped incision.

Binga clearly saw that as soon as the pink granulation tissue touched his flesh, its color immediately turned bright red like blood and quickly drilled into the wound.

The fear in my mind had not yet dissipated, and the next second, unimaginable pain surged from my heart to my whole body!
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

Binga screamed like a dying beast. His sanity, on the verge of collapse, kept Curacao's teachings in mind and maintained only one thought.

"Firefly...Firefly! Firefly!!!"

(End of this chapter)