Nagai Hikaru's Ke Xuexing

Conan didn't get in touch with Toru Amuro the whole day. It seemed that he was very busy and had also asked for leave from Bono Cafe.

When they returned to the Mika Nagai residence at night, the white-haired woman was still unconscious. Nagai Hikaru was sitting in the hall, looking at Conan nervously: "Brother Zhen is coming back early, so you can't stay here tonight."

"He's coming here directly?" Conan was a little surprised.

"I'm not sure, but we can't bet on this, right?"

"Can Amuro take that white-haired woman away?" Conan asked cautiously.

Nagai Hikaru shook his head, pursed his lips, opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. He seemed to struggle for a long time before finally saying, "I can't contact Brother Toru. What else can you do? Ask him to come here quickly."

After Conan left Nagai's house, Nagai Mitsuru went to the room where the white-haired woman was resting, asked Shuichi Hamura to casually place a rainbow flag on the wall, installed a surveillance camera, and then left.

This time the woman was unconscious for an unexpectedly long time. She woke up slowly the next morning. When she saw the rainbow flag on the wall, she retreated to the corner, holding her head and murmured in pain.

When Gin came back, Nagai Hikaru had just gotten up. He looked at the man who had walked to the bed with a confused look on his face: "Brother Jin?"

Hamura Shuichi nodded slightly from behind and reported: "Miss, Master Gin, Curacao has woken up."

Gin bent down and picked up Nagai Hikaru, who was still wearing his nightgown, with his right hand, letting him sit firmly with his arms around his neck before turning around and walking out: "Which room is Curacao in?"

"First floor." Shuichi Hamura pushed his glasses, nodded to Vodka who was following hurriedly behind him as a greeting, and led the way.

After opening the door, Gin walked in holding Nagai Hikaru, followed by Vodka, and Shuichi Hamura closed the door from the outside.

"Curaçao, Rum said you have stolen the undercover list." Gin's voice was cold, but the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a scary smile, "Where is the Japanese list? Rum hasn't given it to me yet."

The white-haired woman shrank into the corner, holding her still aching head, and said slowly: "Kil... Mizunashi Rena... CIA... formerly known as Hondou Eikai..."

"Hmm?" Gin's smile widened, "Interesting."

Outside the door, Shuichi Hamura unexpectedly saw Toru Amuro who had just arrived with an anxious look on his face: "Master Bourbon, why are you here?"

This name made Amuro Toru pause: "Is there gin in it?"

"Yes, I am asking Lord Curacao about something."

Amuro Toru was sweating: "I saw the door was not closed and walked in directly. Can I go in here now?"

"Of course." Shuichi Hamura smiled and nodded, then opened the door.

At the same time, Curacao's increasingly fluent voice came from the room: "Bourbon... Amuro Toru... Public Security, formerly known as Furuya Rei."

When Gin heard the door open, he turned around vigilantly, holding the loaded Beretta in his left hand, and pointed the muzzle at Toru Amuro.

Nagai Hikaru watched quietly in his arms, just leaning his head slightly on Gin's shoulder.

Amuro Toru stood at the door with nervousness, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly froze.

Vodka realized it later and immediately took out his pistol and pointed it at Amuro Toru.

At this time, Curacao's voice continued: "Bordeaux, Nagai Hikaru..."

Gin suddenly turned the gun around and a gunshot rang out. The bullet pierced Curacao's forehead, blood splattered, and a blood flower appeared on the wall behind him.

"Rubbish." Gin said in an annoyed tone.

Amuro Toru was stunned.

Nagai tightened his hands around Gin's neck, leaned his head on his shoulder, looked back, made eye contact with Amuro Toru, and lowered his head again.

Gin put away the pistol, took out a cigarette with one hand, lit it, and put it in his mouth. He looked at Curacao's body with eyes wide open on the ground and frowned slightly: "Hamura, is Bordeaux's breakfast ready?"

"It's in the restaurant and ready, Master Gin."

Vodka looked at the corpse with the gun, then looked at Amuro Toru, and slowly put the gun away.

"... Curacao..." Toru Amuro looked at the corpse on the ground, feeling surprised and confused, and his confusion was filled with complicated emotions.

"The intelligence is wrong, and betrayal is suspected." Gin hugged Nagai Hikaru and turned to walk out of the house.

"Brother, if it's just a suspicion and someone kills someone by mistake..." Vodka was a little nervous.

"Then I'll apologize to her." Gin held the cigarette between two fingers and exhaled a long puff of white smoke.

Nagai Mitsuru laughed softly, which was too clear in the quiet corridor.

"You'd better explain to me what happened to your concussion this time?" Gin's voice was a little cold.

Nagai Hikaru shrank into Gin's arms and said, "I promise, there won't be a next time."

Amuro Toru only now felt the cold sweat on his back from being pointed at by a gun. He laughed dryly and asked, "Rum's side..."

"I will report this matter directly to the boss, he can't intervene." Gin tilted his head slightly and glared at Amuro Toru, "I was only away for a few days, and you can give people a concussion just by looking at someone."

"Ah...um, I'm sorry." Amuro Toru lowered his head and apologized unconsciously.

Gin picked up his cigarette again and said, "Hamura, I will take Bordeaux back to Dracula after breakfast. You stay and clean up that room."

"Yes, Master Gin."

"By the way..." Gin turned around and looked at Amuro Toru, "What are you doing here at this time?"

Amuro Toru opened his mouth and was about to answer.

Nagai Hikaru whispered, "Bourbon is here to cook for me. I have a poor appetite these days."

Gin looked at Toru Amuro deeply, turned around and continued walking towards the restaurant while hugging Nagai Hikaru.

Hamura Shuichi smiled at Amuro Toru and said, "Master Bourbon, I don't think we need you here today. You can go and take care of your own business first."

"Okay." Gin completely left his sight, and Toru Amuro felt himself relax completely.

Finally, looking at the direction of the restaurant corridor, Amuro Toru nodded to Hamura Shu: "Do I need to tell Conan?"

"No need, the young lady will tell him that we have left." Hamura Shuichi smiled and gently pushed his glasses, "He doesn't need to know the extra information."

"..." Amuro Toru nodded, "I understand."

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Back at Dracula's villa, the most excited person was the white pony Dorothy.

It watched Gin carrying Nagai Hikaru into the gate, and it raised its hooves in excitement. When it saw Vodka behind it, it pounced on him and banged its head against Vodka's chest.

Vodka had no choice but to hold down the excited horse's head with both hands: "No hurry, no hurry, I didn't bring any snacks, I'll get you some apples and brown sugar cakes right away."

Nagai Hikaru smiled, then leaned his head on Gin's shoulder and asked in a low voice: "How is it going in Europe?"

"The rebellion has begun, and many countries have intervened. It will soon expand in scale, and soon a large number of Jilanba refugees will flee to various countries to seek asylum." Gin replied.

"Where's the furry bear?"

"They are very willing to help their former compatriots escape colonial control and embrace a new identity." Gin's lips curled up, "Refugee economy and multinational economic and military aid are a good deal."

"If we can control a new radical pro-European leader in Jilanba, we can eat more and longer." Nagai Hikaru combed the few strands of silver hair that Gin had hanging in front of him to the back. "By the way, did you get the cloning experiment data from MI6?"

"I've investigated further along the line from that Da Vinci, but it's a bit difficult. Everyone involved is connected to Lupin the Third." Gin sat on the lounge chair in the garden and leaned back slightly. "Why not start directly with MI6?"

"...Did you kill Stout?" Nagai Hikaru suddenly thought.

"Stout?" Gin frowned slightly. "Cohen took care of him."

"What a pity." Nagai Hikaru sighed and leaned on Gin's chest, "He is from MI6."

"Next time, tell me earlier if you want to keep it."

"I thought Da Vinci had enough clues left."

"Lupin the Third had a clean ending." Gin turned around and saw Vodka being chased by a pony all over the garden, his brows relaxed a little, "You also told me not to touch anyone who was close to him. Otherwise, that retired MI6 agent would be a good target."

"It's too troublesome. Nothing good will come of being involved with that sticky candy." Nagai Mitsuru sighed, "It's okay, don't worry, there's plenty of time."

Gin inserted his fingers into Nagai Hikaru's blonde hair and slowly combed it down: "Burgundy did a good job, but sometimes he likes the plan that is like a ball of yarn too much."

"A ball of yarn?" Nagai Mitsuru laughed. "That's a great description."

"He always likes to make his plans infinitely complicated, calculating everyone's movements, manipulating details to create coincidences, and keeping everyone trapped in his yarn." Gin raised his lips, "But the most troublesome thing about people is that there are always some idiots who get carried away and do things that go beyond their schedule. His yarn gets burned too easily."

"So Brother Zhen likes to blow everything up simply and brutally, right?" Nagai Mitsuru said with a smile.

Gin raised his hand and combed Nagai Hikaru's blonde hair again: "Curaçao is dead, and Rum has lost one of his right-hand men. When will you make your next move?"

"It was obviously Brother Zhen who did it, but he made it sound like I did it."

"All coincidences are inevitable, but it doesn't matter, you are the successor of the organization..." Gin used his other hand to hold Nagai Hikaru up a little bit, so that he could continue to comb Nagai Hikaru's golden hair, "Originally, everything should be yours."

Nagai Hikaru's smile widened: "I want more than that."

"Well, it's all right." Gin lowered his head slightly, his lips touching the fluffy golden wavy hair on Nagai's head, "They should have offered it obediently."