Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

Author: Destroyed

Summary:

【Aboriginals vs. Time Travelers】【Semi-group portrait】

Player (traveler): You know what? There are so many undercover agents in the organization! This one, this one, and that one, they are all undercover agents!

Player (Native): …

Player (Native): Thank you, now I understand.

He took out his cell phone, wrote an email titled [Rye, Bourbon, and Kiel are suspected to be undercover agents], and selected the recipient - Gin.

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Chapter 1 There is a kind of madness, which makes my colleagues think I am crazy

At dusk, the devil's hour.

In a remote nursing home, the setting sun shone through the window and fell all over the ground. Gin, wearing a black coat, stepped on the afterglow and walked forward without looking back.

This time he traveled alone, and rarely did he bring his little brother Vodka with him. He walked through the empty corridor and stopped in front of a closed treatment room.

There is a sign hanging on the left side of the door.

【MECT treatment room】

……

The medical room was quite dark.

There was no light on inside, only a faint glow from the screen of the treatment equipment.

A middle-aged doctor with a slightly bald head stood by the bed and removed the electrodes from the man's head.

MECT, the full name is electroconvulsive therapy.

After injecting anesthetics and muscle relaxants, a short period of weak electric current is released to stimulate the patient's brain, causing loss of consciousness and whole-body convulsions, thereby achieving the treatment goal.

——Currently, it is widely used in the treatment of various mental illnesses.

The doctor who had worked for the organization for many years looked at the patient on the bed and sighed softly.

The patient's face was covered with a white cloth. All he could see was his wheat-colored skin as if he had been sunbathed, and his long, thick, black hair with subtle curls that was pressed beneath his white hospital gown.

When this patient first came in a week ago, he was wearing a straitjacket with his hands crossed in front of him, a hood on his face that left his eyes and mouth uncovered, and an electronic anklet on his right foot.

Along with him came a medical examination report without any photos attached.

There is no name, and the code part has been painted over. One can only barely make out that the first letter of the code is A.

At the same time, the man who brought him in ordered that his face must not be seen, otherwise he would bear the consequences.

Therefore, in the past few days, when delivering meals to him and collecting his clothes, the small window under the door was used, and no one else would enter the room. When he was receiving treatment, the nurse would first remind him at the door, and after he covered his face, they would go in and push him out.

The patient's chest rose and fell slightly. In order to prevent him from suddenly waking up and struggling, even after being injected with anesthetics and muscle relaxants, his hands, especially his dominant left hand, were still tied tightly to the armrests of the bed.

The doctor has been wondering who this person is and why he is not allowed to see his face?

...Female saint?

He had worked diligently for the organization over the years, and was even fortunate enough to have seen Rum's true appearance more than a decade ago. It was impossible for the young man in front of him to have a higher status than the second-in-command, right?

The doctor frowned slightly, with the mentality of a doctor who is responsible to the patient to the end, and also with a little hidden curiosity, he picked up a dry tissue on the side, wanting to uncover the white cloth on the other person's face and wipe off the conductive paste on his temples.

However, in the next second——

A hand suddenly rose up and firmly grasped his wrist, stopping him from uncovering the white cloth.

"You'd better not do this."

"?!!"

The doctor was shocked.

Only then did he realize that the restraints used to bind the patient's hands had been undone without him noticing. Several metal buckles were completely broken and could no longer be used, and he did not hear any movement during the process.

The man lying on the hospital bed covered the white cloth on his face with his right hand. The upper half of his face was covered tightly, leaving only his mouth exposed. Then he released his left hand.

"If the killer behind you, whose face is already half black, sees my face, he will kill me on the spot."

The man raised the corner of his mouth as he spoke, revealing a kind smile.

This smile was like the bloody mouth of a devil in the doctor's eyes. He turned around suddenly and saw Gin's expressionless face. Because of excessive shock and fear, the doctor's facial expression began to twist.

"..."

Gin looked down at the trembling doctor, his eyes cold under his long hair. He rarely pulled his hands out of his coat pockets, and just coldly ordered: "Get out."

After all, the doctor had been in the organization for many years. He reacted immediately and ran to the door.

“Swish—bang!”

Hearing the heavy sound of the door closing, the man on the hospital bed sat up and threw the white cloth in his hand aside.

Under the cloth was a young and handsome face. He half raised his head and looked at Gin, helplessness written all over his face.

"That's too much."

He had clearly just undergone electrotherapy, but he didn't seem to have any common sequelae such as headaches, nausea, and amnesia. His expression and tone were the same as before, with an irritating familiarity.

"I rarely have a long vacation, and the first thing I did after flying over from the United States was to look for you, and you actually sent me directly to the organization's treatment center?"

"Especially this room, this is a place for treating mental illness."

"Do you think I'm mentally ill, Gin? I'm more normal than you, aren't I, who wears a black coat and drives a conspicuous old car around the world on a hot day?"

"..."

Gin looked at the man in front of him with no expression on his face.

"Ani...Seth."

When saying this code name, Gin seemed to be chewing something dirty.

I can't spit it out, and I can't swallow it.

The man noticed the disgust in his tone and smiled nonchalantly: "If you can't call me this code name, just call me 'Aoyagi Akimitsu'. Anyway, this is the name I'm using now."

"——We took it together." He added slowly.

Gin's expression suddenly became more disgusting, as if the dirt had accidentally slipped into his stomach. He stared at him and was about to say something, but at this moment, he saw the man who had been relaxed suddenly frowned.

"...Did you hear that?"

"what?"

Gin held the Beretta tightly in his left hand, and quietly entered a state of combat readiness. He planned to shoot and break the man's limbs when he suddenly attacked - he had to strike first, otherwise he would be the one in trouble - anyway, this was a hospital, and he could be rescued even if he was beaten half to death.

"A voice."

Aoyagi Binguang did not attack, but gave a more accurate description of the voice.

"The voice was a processed electronic sound, and I couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman. It invited me to play a game."

"The name of the game is "Name..."

Gin couldn't listen any longer. He suddenly raised his left hand and smashed the butt of his gun directly at Aoyagi's neck; Aoyagi's reaction was faster, and he turned his head to the side and easily avoided it.

Gin, who had long expected that he could dodge, sneered and did not attack again. His right hand, which had been in his pocket, pressed the button on the controller heavily.

Qing Liu Bingguang's eyes widened, and the electronic anklet on his foot vibrated, releasing a sufficient amount of electricity. His body tilted, and he fell back onto the bed and passed out.

"..."

Gin looked at him steadily, and only lowered the gun after making sure that he was really unconscious.

...Is it an illusion?

The most cautious man in the organization glanced at Aoyagi Binguang's face.

It seemed that before he pressed the remote control, the person in front of him had already fainted due to other reasons...

Chapter 2: Three Months Countdown

As night fell, the sanatorium sank into darkness.

Gin did not leave. He stayed in a ward with closed doors and windows. He stood at just the right angle so that his back would not be exposed to the window, and he could still be the first to see what was happening outside the window and door.

At this time, it was quiet outside the window. There were no stars in the cloudless night sky. Only a waning moon hung high in the sky, filling the ground with moonlight.

In front of him, Aoyagi Binguang was lying unconscious on the hospital bed, and he had not woken up since the evening.

Given the danger of this guy, Gin did not let down his guard. He did not remove the electronic anklets on his feet, and even considered whether to add a more powerful pair.

The smell of cigarettes filled the small ward. Gin was smoking while talking on the phone.

"…It sounds serious. He's actually hallucinating? I didn't notice that at all when I met him last time."

In the organization, the Thousand-Faced Witch Vermouth was rarely acting as a riddle teller, and was communicating with him normally about his colleague's condition.

"How much time does he have left?" she asked with interest.

"Three months."

The cigarette in Gin's mouth trembled slightly, but the ash at the front did not fall off. His voice was particularly clear in this room.

"Given his special status, the gentleman gave him three months of 'recovery' time."

"If he still doesn't return to normal by December..."

He glanced at Aoyagi Binkou lying on the bed.

Gin, Aniseed (anise liqueur).

These are the two base liquors for the Silver Bullet cocktail.

In many stories, silver bullets are special weapons against monsters such as werewolves and vampires. Therefore, they are also likened to an extremely effective solution. Later, they gradually became a synonym for killer weapons and trump cards.

The gentleman gave them such code names because he hoped they would become the trump cards of the organization.