Conan: On the possibility that Whiskey is an undercover agent

Let's go back half an hour to the hospital rooftop.

Although he was somewhat surprised by the smooth meeting, he had to admit that they had some tacit understanding. Not long after he sent Scotland away, a silver-haired young man appeared and took him away.

He was a person with special powers. Although I had heard of him before, it still felt unreal when I saw him for the first time.

"Long time no see, Suzumiya, or should I call you Iori Hashimuro?"

The reputation of the Five Decays of Heaven is well known, but as a completely ordinary person, Iori Yemuro does not feel much urgency of being stared down at, but is more excited to be able to cooperate with such a guy. It is not accurate to say that it is cooperation, it is more like utilization.

But who cares?

Iori Yemuro knew that the other party had been looking down on him from a high position from the beginning to the end. People with special abilities have a wider world than ordinary people, but most of the time, these people with special abilities are narrow-minded and self-centered, which made him feel deeply regretful.

The guy who claimed to be a clown threw him on the rooftop, and then he stood on the fence on the side and took off his hat in an exaggerated manner - it was an extremely dangerous position. If he was not careful, he would fall freely from a height of dozens of meters and eventually turn into a pool of meat paste.

If he couldn't use the cloak to fly like Kaito Kidd, Iori Yemuro cursed in his heart. He felt that his face must look like he had just crawled out of a grave.

Of course these two stupid psychics don't care, they only care about themselves. The clown greeted him in a weird and bad tone, "My name is Gogol. I know you, Mr. Cinderella. I'm sorry that I couldn't end this show perfectly. You must be very sad."

Do you want to hear what nonsense you are talking about?

Iori Yemuro's hospital gown was blown up by the wind. Fyodor on the opposite side knew it was cold, so he not only wore several layers of clothes, but also wore his white woolen hat.

"I'm sorry to talk here, Mr. Yeshi, I think you should have thought it through." He said, "Your talent should not just stay here. I thought Mr. Yeshi also wanted to realize such a beautiful vision, right?"

He was referring to the Amway that he had sold to himself in Crimea half a year ago. They had a long talk in front of the fireplace that day all night.

Eliminate all the superpowers in the world.

This is indeed a great ideal, just as great as eliminating all capitalists in the world, but the difference is that Iori Yemuro does not really want psychics to disappear.

But he was very interested in these things. Ever since the organization stopped the experiments on superpower transplantation, he rarely saw people with superpowers. He hoped that the organization could find him another precious superpower so that he could take a good look at it. He had never been exposed to any experiments on superpowers.

Therefore, Iori Yemuro refused.

Of course he was not so resolute. He knew that this guy was selling Amway to him because he had his eyes on Paston. To be precise, he was very interested in cyborgs, controllable and powerful enough to fight against those with special powers but not so rare because it was a probabilistic event.

Even though Iori Hayamuro was not very satisfied with it, Paxton was still his most proud work, and that was why it deserved the name "zero".

It could indeed be considered his "masterpiece", and Fyodor evidently thought so too.

Fyodor was an idealist, and this fit in with his imagination of the Russians, or rather that larger country, so he preferred to call him "that Slav."

He didn't hate it. Yemuro Iori really liked the epic feeling and the split feeling between pessimism and idealism that was inherent in their nation. The Slavs seemed to be born with a certain talent for literature, and they pursued their ideals to the extreme, even to the point of madness.

On the contrary, the gentleman was extremely disgusted by this. He hated the land of Russia and the people here. He said they were extremely barbaric and bloodthirsty.

It is hard not to say that this is not due to personal national resentment.

But it is hard for Iori Yamuro not to have a filter for this country and this nation, or rather, he likes the country that was born out of mankind's greatest ideals, but was destroyed by mankind's most despicable desires.

"Really? What a pity." Fyodor said. He was aloof and condescending. He would never feel angry or ashamed because of the other party's rejection.

"You seem to be very interested in Paxton?" Ye Shiyi spread his hands and smiled helplessly, "If you like it, take it and have a look, my friend, don't be so polite to me."

This surprised Fyodor for a moment. "In that case, I won't be polite. If you change your mind, we welcome you anytime."

Yeshiro Iori couldn't deny it. He was about to turn around and leave when the clown's face suddenly enlarged in front of him, almost giving him a heart attack. He was stunned for a moment and began to look at the exaggerated but delicate makeup on the man's face.

"Quite good looking."

He commented, thinking to himself that he couldn't say you were crazy and only praised your face. He did think the makeup was well done, but he didn't expect Gogol to continue the conversation, "You are quite beautiful, of course, Cinderella."

"—You look like you're going to die. Do you want me to take you back?"

Iori Hashimura: ???

Bah, bah, bah, you’re the one who’s going to die!

He cursed people as soon as he opened his mouth. How could he speak so unluckyly! If Ye Shiyi had supernatural powers, he would give him a rebound.

However, Gogol's face was full of genuine joy as he spoke. He really praised this person's beauty sincerely, which was enough to transcend gender and be the Cinderella in his heart.

——If he had long hair, he thought with regret. Gogol really liked this pair of golden eyes of the same color as his own. They were much warmer than his own.

Thinking of this, he reached out to touch the eye with beautiful colors... but was dodged.

"..."

"Feijia thinks that you can understand him as an ordinary person... so you are also one of his shackles. If he kills you, Feijia will be free..."

Gogol muttered to himself and put his hand around Ye Shiyi's neck. The latter was still brainstorming, and his rough fingertips scratched the skin of his neck that was trembling with tension.

He was forced to look up and meet Gogol's eyes, which showed a look of serious thought. When he was stared at like that, he felt as if he was being stared at by a dangerous beast - he was really considering whether or not to kill him.

Ye Shimu Iori's heart skipped a beat. The desire to survive made his brain work rapidly. This madman.

"Isn't it a kind of shackle to define other people's freedom by your own standards?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gogol looked at the overly pale young man in his arms with a curious look - to him, this was just the figure of a teenager.

So he laughed, "Haha! You are right, Cinderella... You are indeed someone who understands Feijia. Then what is your freedom?"

free?

I don't know if this guy will really do it, after all, it's not illegal for a psychopath to kill someone, and he just saw a gun in his cloak. Iori Yemuro thought with a headache, he didn't want to die at the hands of a guy whose name he couldn't even remember.

He tried pushing it, but it didn't move at all, so he simply reached out and pushed his head aside, but Gogol actually let him do it.

Iori Yemuro doesn't like any physical contact unless it is necessary. By the way, this necessity most of the time refers to performing surgery on the experimental subjects. If the desire to survive had not just overwhelmed the disgust, he might have directly angered this madman and been killed.

Well, finally they didn't have to fight for air in a small space in an attempt to suffocate each other. The cold wind calmed his mind a little.

You can't reason with a madman, and Iori Yamuro looked at him and said, "I don't desire freedom... because only death can give life true freedom."

"Don't you think so too?"

Seeing Gogol's obviously thoughtful expression, Ye Shiyi sneered in his heart. People with special abilities will not understand ordinary people, and lunatics will not understand normal people.

He neither recognizes Fyodor's ideals nor agrees with Gogol's freedom. He likes the bleak romance of idealism, but being too idealistic will only drown himself in romance, and what will ultimately kill him is definitely himself.

"I see." He put his finger in front of his mouth playfully, "Now it's magic time."

Gogol lifted his cloak and put "Cinderella" into it. He counted the numbers happily. Suddenly, Ye Shimu Iori's eyes went dark. The next second, he felt the temperature change and returned to the room.

"Эtotвonxpyctaльhыe6otnhkn,cnдepnr." (Your glass slipper, Cinderella.)

A Russian sentence was thrown into his ear, and the retinas that had regained their brightness were difficult to adapt to for a while. Iori Yemuro was in a trance for a moment, and the temperature of the heater made him come alive. A poker card was stuffed into his hand, and he left.

He looked at the card with an expressionless face, then threw it into the trash can - it was the queen of spades.

Gentleman is right that the Slavs are sometimes a real nuisance.