Conan's Winery is all my vest

Chapter 345 Brandy: Waiting for you to kill me—Hoshino, Takuya.

but……

Since Gin has entrusted him with this kind of task, then presumably Gin should have made a corresponding psychological expectation for the task result, right?

Of course, Brandy wouldn't kill the hopes of this recruitable person who has a good ability to research bombs and join the organization to survive.

After all, he is not some murderous pervert, Brandy just has no patience for boring people.

If the other party is obedient and obedient to his arrangements, Brandy, who is not short of rations, will not take the initiative to cause unnecessary trouble for himself.

Brandy closed the email with confidence after reviewing the intelligence analysis and conjectures.

In the face of powerful force value suppression, it should be easy to capture something, right?

"Ding dong."

At this moment, another crisp SMS notification sound came from the mobile phone in Brandy's pocket.

Short message?

Who would send him a text message at this time?

In other words, why are there so many people looking for him today?
Brandy felt strange. He took out the phone with a dimly lit screen from his pocket, and unlocked the phone screen.

Yes. Good boy?

Brandy's eyes paused for a few seconds on the note of the sender, and he was a little puzzled.

Didn't Liang Zai just talk to him on the phone?
Brandy couldn't think of anything Tachibana could send him a text message, but he still quickly clicked on the unread message.

"Tachibana: Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you just now. I chose Hoshino Takuya for the mission reward of the last mission. You can observe his situation secretly if you have time. If he suddenly regains strength without memory, there should be some Not used to it at all?"

Brandy read this slightly long text message, he raised his eyebrows slightly, did Takuya Hoshino choose the good cub as the reward?He thought it would be Zhu Fuhuali's vest.
But if you think about it carefully, it is indeed more appropriate for Hoshino Takuya to recover his ability than for Zhu Fuhuali to have this reward.

After all, Zhu Fuhuali's identity is just an ordinary female high school student in Osaka, but Hoshino Takuya is ups and downs in darkness and blood, fighting to survive.

And
Brandy seemed to think of something suddenly, and a smile of interest appeared on his lips inadvertently.

If he remembered correctly, that self named Takuya Hoshino seemed to have put eradicating himself on the list of life plans?

Ahhhhh-

This kind of overly interesting and wonderful experience really makes people look forward to it and feel really happy just thinking about it.

Cooperate with Hoshino Takuya, who is full of prejudice, hostility and rejection against himself, but has to pretend.
Brandy just thought about this matter in this way, and he felt that it was already exciting, happy and joyful.

I forgot everything, but possessed an ability and physique stronger than myself, another me called Hoshino Takuya.
Go ahead and hate me, hate me, go ahead and kill me
Just try to take my life by any means, let me see——

Bai Lan subconsciously stroked the silver-white tail ring that had just grown out on the little finger of his right hand and was still a bit uncomfortable. The corners of his lips were raised, and his smile was wanton and public.

Let me see though - how far you can please me
another me.

I will wait for you to do everything possible to kill me—Hoshino, Takuya.

The breeze gently brushed over the dense leaves, and the shadows of the trees swayed slightly, and the sky was clear and bright as far as the eye could see.

Takuya Hoshino
In the gentle wind, there seems to be a whisper-like low-pitched laughter faintly audible, but when you listen attentively, the shallow whisper and the light-hearted laughter seem to dissolve into the breeze and disappear. gone.

The scorching sun hanging high above the park is dazzling and public, just like the wanton smile of a boy with ocean-like pupils.

Publicity, anticipation, enthusiasm and uninhibited, just like midsummer.

"crash"

Hoshino Takuya was standing in front of the sink with rubber gloves on, vigorously rubbing the somewhat mixed-smelling cutting board, and the thin stream of water from the faucet kept washing away the foam on the cutting board.

And on the dining table not far from him, Matsuda Jinhei pretended to be "sitting" on the dining table, and he was reading the Tokyo Daily in recent years and some other old newspapers and periodicals that Zhong Changgeng dug out from the utility room and magazines.

Hoshino Takuya found that Matsuda Jinpei couldn't touch anything else in this world except himself. He seemed to be a ghost player who was forgotten outside the world and got stuck with a large bug that could never be repaired.

Can't touch, can't communicate.Can't die, can't leave.

After Matsuda Jinpei experienced a ignorant and ignorant death, he opened his eyes and faced such an empty and hopeless world.

You can only be a bystander confined in Sato's house forever.

Matsuda Jinpei once tried to return to the police station, or try his luck at the cemetery of an old friend-what if the old friend reunited?
However, I don't know if it was because he was dying, and it was too sinful to confess to the little girl, or because of some other reasons, Matsuda Jinpei found sadly that he could not leave Miwako Sato's house even a single step.

He seems to be imprisoned in this small corner of the world by obsession or some other strange thing or law, becoming a "dumb" ghost with no one to talk to.

Even if the psychological quality is stronger than that of Matsuda Jinpei, he will soon be unable to survive the days and nights of poverty and loneliness.

You can't die, but you can't live either.

This is not a gift, but rather torture, like a curse.

But fortunately, all of this ended when he met the little vampire, that is, Takuya Hoshino.

Matsuda Jinpei flipped a page of the newspaper with relish, he was seriously reading all kinds of non-nutritive and outdated news in the entertainment section, ah. The interesting life of the people in Tokyo is still so colorful.
Although the little vampire said that he was not a vampire, Matsuda Jinpei still preferred to call him a little vampire rather than being sure of his true and false name.

Matsuda Jinpei glanced at the little vampire who had turned to clean the stove. It was strange to say that he, who couldn't go anywhere, was able to walk around freely beside the little vampire.
He can't touch anything, but he can touch the little vampire.
What kind of thing is this little vampire that has a tail, sharp horns on its head, and randomly grows and shrinks?
(End of this chapter)