Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

He watched the girl walk slowly step by step with a cane and sit in the wheelchair again. She put the wooden crutches aside and waited patiently for him to push the wheelchair.

Everything seems to be the same as usual.

"Excuse me, doctor."

His colleague thanked the doctor, looked at him and motioned for him to leave quickly.

The man nodded in greeting and pushed the wheelchair away.

The sound of wheels rolling across the ground echoed in the quiet corridor again.

It's just that the voice is a little softer than when it came.

Behind him, the doctor saw the two men pushing the empty wheelchair away without any notice, without any smile on their faces.

After a few seconds, he looked away and returned to the examination room.

He quietly glanced at Sachiko Kuroki who was lying there, and without any pause, put on the communication headset again.

"found it."

----

Kuroki fell to the ground.

His face was covered in blood, and his body was wet and hot. It was unclear whether it was his blood or urine that leaked out due to extreme fear. It was smelly and fishy.

His head was dizzy and he couldn't see clearly, but his mind was still clear. He had just been injected with a special drug that kept people awake. He knew that this was a common interrogation drug used by the organization.

"How did you get in touch with the police?"

He heard the voice ask again coldly after mentioning his daughter.

"I……"

Kuroki still fell to the ground.

But this time he struggled to turn his gaze. He saw the table, the box containing the pet rabbit, and the photo next to it. There was a girl smiling at him.

She called him: "Daddy."

Kuroki closed his eyes tremblingly.

"It's in the hospital."

"I want to save my daughter..."

……

Kuroki's parents are both scientists.

They hoped that he would embark on the same scientific research path, and had strict discipline on him from the moment he landed, including what hobbies he had, what books he read, what time he went home every day, he was not allowed to make friends outside the allowed range, he was not allowed to have casual contact with girls, and which university he went to. ...Including whom to marry, it is all decided by the parents.

This developed his submissive and even inferior character.

Until a car accident, which was supposed to be a family gathering, took away his parents and wife, leaving only him, who was working overtime at the time, and his infant daughter, who was lucky enough to survive after being protected by his wife's body.

This accident left Kuroki, who was used to having everything arranged, at a loss.

In the future, he can finally live on his own without being controlled by anyone.

But what about his daughter?

Arranged marriages are purely for the purpose of procreating children. As a mother, the wife loves this child. She can use her own life to earn a second life for her, but what about his father?

He has never felt the warmth of family, how can he love his daughter?

Kuroki once thought about finding another wife and asking her to help take care of her, but he was always daunted by the introductions from his colleagues - he was strictly controlled by his parents since he was a child, and he didn't know how to interact with women at all.

So he bit the bullet and began to take care of the little girl with his own hands.

He learned how to make milk powder, wash her clothes, buy her various stories and books to read, and asked for leave to go home to celebrate her birthday when her colleagues looked down upon her. When she had a fever, he stayed by her side all night, not daring to close his eyes, and took the experimental equipment. With a steady hand, he awkwardly combed the girl's hair...

From infancy to primary school, ten years and more than three thousand days and nights, his daughter grew up little by little.

He did not remarry and worked hard to learn to be a father.

He gave all the love he had never felt to his daughter.

Sachiko is a lovely girl. She likes rabbits, so he raises them in the courtyard with her; she complains that his beard pricks her, so he shaves her face every few days; she spreads out all her little skirts on the bed , coquettishly said that there were not enough clothes, so he bought her more clothes and dolls.

She was smart and inherited his and his wife's brains. When he asked her what she wanted to do in the future, she said:

"I want to be like my dad! Be a scientist!"

At that moment, Kuroki's mood was extremely complicated.

He embarked on this path under the control of his parents, and now his daughter, under his love and protection, also wants to take this path.

Her tone was full of pride, and his heart was equally proud and satisfied.

But he did not expect that the lively and sensible Sachiko, whose name means "luck" and "happiness", would suffer from such an incurable disease.

"She is only ten years old, and my Sachiko is only ten years old... She experienced such a disaster not long after she was born. Her life has not officially begun. She still has a better future and such a dream... Why should God do this to me? Is she so unfair?"

Kuroki was in great pain.

The pain in my heart at this moment has exceeded the pain of bullet holes in my body. He cried out, his face covered with tears and his voice slurred.

In his incoherence, he thought of Shirley.

Her hairstyle is similar to Sachiko's. His daughter would have become such a beautiful and smart girl.

"I want to save her, no matter what price I have to pay...Treatment costs a lot of money, so I sold everything I could in my home, some antiques, furniture, houses...last of all, myself. I also sold myself, To live under control again…”

"In the hospital, the police said they could find better experts for me. This was my biggest...only possibility..."

Kuroki cried so hard that his whole face was twisted on the ground.

His vision was blurry, and he could just barely see a sliver of black shaking in his eyes. He blinked, tears rolled down from his eyes, and he finally saw the expressionless face of the man in front of him.

From beginning to end, Gin's face showed no mercy. He was not impressed or relented at all.

——In fact, after listening to his confession, he lost all remaining patience.

After confirming the location and reason, Gin lit a cigarette again, and at the moment when the fire flashed, he pulled the trigger at the same time, twice in a row.

"Boom!"

Kuroki's hands were also shot through by bullets.

"Since your hands no longer want to experiment with tissue, you will never have to tie your daughter's hair."

After Gin finished speaking coldly, he called a few trembling lower-level members who had been waiting outside for a long time to deal with it.

"Is it...burning?" one of them asked carefully.

"Go find a place outside and throw it away." Gin said, "Let the police collect his body."

……

Kuroki was dragged away.

His limbs and hands were broken, and he was unable to walk at all. A long blood trail was dragged on the floor. As he watched, his eyes gradually lost their luster.

He remembered that day when he was blocked by the police and taken into the interrogation room. The man with black hair, blue eyes and the same beard on his chin looked at him coldly.

He asked him: "Have you ever seen or heard of a woman with brown-grey hair and green eyes?"

"—Her name might be Anicet."

Those memories were far away from Kuroki, and with trembling lips, he issued his last and most painful plea.

"Please... don't kill my daughter..."

……

In the personal dormitory, Gin pressed the communication headset.

The good function allowed Glenn on the opposite side to hear everything that happened here clearly. He listened to the entire interrogation process.

"Get rid of her," he ordered.

I really won’t stay up late next time, I’ll have a headache writing later…

Chapter 178 Under the Sun

The sky is a sea of ​​orange and the sun is sinking.

In the Japanese Police Agency, a tall and thin young man held a briefcase under his arm and dragged his tired steps into the elevator. He pressed the button and yawned loudly.

God knows why the Ministry of Public Security is so busy. He has been working overtime for a whole week, and his boss only allowed him to go home for a few days until he almost stank.

He initially wanted to be a stable civil servant, but ended up only getting into the police academy;

After entering the police academy, he originally wanted to enter the relatively safe Section 3 of the Metropolitan Police Department (searching for theft, bag snatching, etc.). Unexpectedly, he was among the top grades and was directly asked to leave by the Ministry of Public Security. From then on, he entered the overtime hell...

The young man who thought he was mediocre was actually very mediocre, standing numbly because his brain was muddled due to excessive operation in the past few days. At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He turned around suddenly and was shocked to see the person standing behind him——

"Mr. Jiang Gu!"

"..."

Feng Guling, who was also in the elevator and had been watching him since he came in, but whose presence had not been noticed until now, glanced at his haggard face, and swallowed all the words he wanted to say that he was too careless.

"You seem to be seriously sleep deprived. Take a good rest after you go back." The young boss said with a dark face.

"……Yes!"

The young man who thought he would be scolded was stunned for a moment and responded loudly.

Soon they reached the first floor and the two got off the elevator together. The young man quickly walked out of the police station and planned to take the tram home, while Rei Fukiya headed to the parking lot.

He got into the Mazda and raised his hand to correct the position of the rearview mirror. His face was reflected in the mirror, and that face seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow that could not be removed.

What happened a year ago comes to mind one by one...

……

As an undercover agent, you are mentally prepared to be exposed at any time.

Therefore, when receiving the notice from Yuya Kazami to evacuate, Rei Fukutani was surprised, but he immediately tried to find a way to fake his own death through the explosion created by Pramea, and quickly returned to Japan.