Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

The prosperous world is fascinating, but New York at night is not all about feasting and revelry. When the disguise is removed, the corruption and evil inside are completely exposed.

The city of sin is worthy of its name.

Standing in front of a corpse that had been dead for only three minutes, Lin Yucheng silently sighed that there were so many people who wanted to kill him.

Vermouth is a public figure and it is not convenient for her to show up at any time. Besides, she now needs to find a way to get an invitation letter for Lin Yucheng, and she cannot go through the organization's channels.

This is not an easy task, especially for those who are in charge of the organization's intelligence network, who know best that the organization's spies are everywhere.

Lin Yucheng kicked a can away in annoyance, but ran into an acquaintance at the corner.

The man lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. There were three or five homeless people following him, and they seemed to be looking for an opportunity to rob.

As the man got closer and closer to the entrance of the alley, when the shadow of the house completely covered him, the three or five homeless people immediately quickened their pace.

Lin Yucheng leaned against the wall with his arms folded, watching the show.

Soon, sounds of fighting and shouting were heard in the alley. Lin Yucheng was originally unwilling to intervene. He was just a policeman who had "resurrected from the dead". He would neither hinder the organization nor his actions, so he might as well keep him.

Besides, as a policeman, he can't be completely powerless to fight back. Otherwise, he wouldn't have waited for the shot I fired.

Lin Yucheng was thinking this, but suddenly woke up after hearing a gunshot.

He ran over quickly and saw three people lying on the ground. A homeless man was standing with a gun, and the man in front of him was covering his arm.

Lin Yucheng kicked the gun into his own hand, then punched the man, knocking him down.

"Thanks, brother." The man thanked in standard American accent.

There was no Japanese-English accent as expected. Lin Yucheng felt inexplicably happy.

"You're welcome." Lin Yucheng disassembled the gun into eight pieces and threw the bullets into his pocket. "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." The man walked out of the dark alley.

Under the street light, Lin Yucheng saw his left arm covered in blood: "You need to treat the wound."

"I thought so too, but unfortunately I'm not familiar with this place." The man's dark eyes glowed with a gentle warm light under the light, and he smiled gently, "Can you please show me the way?"

"There's no hospital nearby." Lin Yucheng smiled, "If you don't mind, I can help you treat your wound, but——"

He drawled out his words.

The man kept smiling and waited for his next words, with a gentle and patient look as if he was looking at his closest person.

"I need to collect my payment first."

Lin Yucheng couldn't help but slow down his tone: "You know, the cost of medical care in the United States is not low. Besides, if you are a bad guy, I will take a big risk in helping you."

"Of course, as long as I can afford it, you can ask for any reward."

"Then let's go!" Lin Yucheng excitedly pulled his clothes and headed towards the direction where he parked the car.

Lin Yucheng put on his helmet, but saw the man staring at the dark alley.

Oops, forgot there was someone there.

Lin Yucheng was a little worried. What if he noticed something was wrong? Although this was in the United States and he had no say in it, what if he liked to meddle in other people's business? How should he explain it? What should he do? He couldn't knock him out or kill him, right?

He couldn't bear it.

"What are you thinking about?" The man still looked at him with a smile, "Sorry, if it's not convenient, I'd better take a taxi to the hospital myself."

"Oh, it's okay." Lin Yucheng put the helmet on the man's head and stepped into the car. "Come on, I'll take you there."

Lin Yucheng felt unhappy when he felt someone behind him got into the car carefully and deliberately kept a distance from him.

He deliberately bumped the car, and the man didn't notice it and crashed into him: "Hiss——"

He couldn't help but groan.

Lin Yucheng lied in his heart, how could he forget that he was injured.

"Sorry, please sit tight."

He apologized in a cold voice, then gripped the handlebars and sped away on the motorcycle.

Inside a residential building.

"What's your name?" Lin Yucheng carefully roasted the knife over the flame. "You don't look American."

"Me?" The man's face was covered in cold sweat, and he gasped as he spoke, "You can call me anything you want."

Lin Yucheng silently moved the steaming tip of the knife closer to the man's arm: "I don't know, tell me a name, otherwise how can I ask you for payment."

"Then let me think - ah." The man stopped crying out in pain. He lowered his head and watched Lin Yucheng carefully cut off the scalded rotten flesh, then applied white medicine powder on it, and finally wrapped it with layer by layer of gauze.

His movements were gentle, but the pain was still inevitable.

"Haven't you made up your mind yet?" Lin Yucheng picked up the blood-stained gauze. "I'm running out of patience."

"How's gege?" The man frowned, as if he was enduring great pain, but he tried hard to force a smile, "gege, you can call me this, or ge."

"Gege? Where are you from?" Lin Yucheng raised his purple eyes, "You look like you're from East Asia, Japan, South Korea, North Korea, or China?"

"Why don't you take a guess?"

"I don't want to guess." Lin Yucheng rubbed his index finger, "Guessing is too tiring."

"Then I'll write it for you." Gege took out a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and slowly drew it on the table.

Characters that are almost symmetrical up and down appear

"You can call me that," said my brother.

"It doesn't sound like a name, and it doesn't look like one either." Lin Yucheng looked embarrassed and suspicious. He saw the sadness flashing across the man's eyes. "But it's easy to pronounce, brother."

"That's great. So, how about we talk about compensation?"

"No need." Lin Yucheng suddenly dragged the man towards the door angrily, "It's too late, I need to rest, you can leave now."

My brother was half-pulled, half-dragged out of the house. With a bang, the door was closed tightly. Lin Yucheng breathed a sigh of relief and turned off all the lights.

He needed to take a break; he had a terrible headache.

What exactly is my brother's name? Why does it make me so uncomfortable?