Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

【Host? 】

【Um? What's wrong? 】

Sitting on the return train, Lin Xiaochen leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and dozed off. Hearing the system calling him in his mind, he thought: [Did I miss my stop? ]

[No, you still have an hour's drive. It's the murderer of the case. I don't understand how she killed people.]

【Did you notice Takei Yuriko's dress? 】

[Dress? A dirty dress? ]

[Yes, Takei Yuriko said she only brought one, but even if she didn't bring any, there would be emergency dresses in the dressing room. Why would she wear dirty clothes? In this kind of occasion, everyone has a mission, and she can't bring shame to the family.]

[Isn’t it embarrassing enough to kill someone at a banquet…]

[Hey, you missed the point. The jam on the second dress is to confuse people. The focus is on the first dress and the handkerchief covered with jam.]

【Knockover of cakes and pastries many times will attract attention and affect your image.】

【How clever.】

【Hey hey hey】

[You can be so proud of it. Some people have severe allergic reactions, so severe that they need to go to the hospital if they are just touched. This is the first condition that the deceased will show - vomiting, dizziness and discomfort.]

[But host, allergies won't cause bleeding from all seven orifices]

So the police came.

【What? 】

[Public security, they are not investigating because the deceased is the son of Changshan Group, but because the poison involved in the case can no longer be investigated by the Metropolitan Police Department]

[So, Takei Yuriko is not the real murderer at all! ]

[She just wanted to vent her anger. As for why, it was nothing more than harassment and threats.]

[Host, who is the murderer?]

[Can you guys maintain your own program a bit, and stop focusing your skills on talking nonsense to me every day! ]

[Host~嘤嘤嘤……Do you dislike me~]

【Yes. 】

【qwq】

The train roared like a giant steel dragon, passing through a forest of fiery red maple trees.

The dense maple forest was like a burning sea of ​​fire, dyeing the whole world bright red. As the train sped along, the maple leaves swayed in the wind like dancing butterflies, and they gently fell down, as if covering the ground with a thick red carpet.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, forming mottled light and shadows, adding a bit of mystery and romance to this red world.

Lin Xiaochen's vision was out of focus, and he let the scenery pass by. The red in front of him was not pure. As winter approached, the tips of the maple leaves were stained with a decayed black.

The intertwining of red and black seems to have long been a part of nature.

……

"Cointreau, the mission was accomplished well." In the Porsche 356A, Gin held the steering wheel with one hand and pressed the buttons on his mobile phone with the other hand to send the mission instructions to the gentleman.

Lin Yucheng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had a confused look in his eyes and was a little dazed. He stared blankly at the car window.

Because this car window is installed with an anti-peep film, light from the outside world can hardly penetrate it. This strong contrast makes the already gloomy and gray sky outside the car window appear even more scarlet as blood, as if a thick and boundless blood-red haze is covering the earth.

Lin Yucheng just felt a stuffy and uncomfortable feeling in his chest, and his throat was itchy, so he couldn't help but cough lightly.

Gin, who had just lit a cigarette, paused for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and then put out the cigarette in his hand.

Lin Yucheng turned his head away: "I don't like this mission, it's too slow."

"It's a common problem when you're giving orders to others for the first time. You'll get used to it after doing it a few times." Gin turned the steering wheel and took the time to check the email on his phone. After confirming that the gentleman had replied, he threw the phone into his pocket.

Lin Yucheng seemed to suddenly think of something, and his face instantly became extremely ugly and full of pain. He turned his head sharply and rolled down the car window beside him. Gin was startled by Lin Yucheng's sudden action and blurted out, "Cointreau?"

Lin Yucheng took a deep breath of the fresh, cold air, then quickly retracted his head into the car and closed the window.

"A Zhen... why don't you just smoke... the smell of tobacco is better..." Lin Yucheng's face looked ugly, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Gin sneered and threw the cigarette box to Lin Yucheng: "Try it."

Lin Yucheng took it, but did not move for a long time.

"What a good boy." With an ambiguous emotion, Gin reached out to Lin Yucheng.

Lin Yucheng put away the cigarette box: "There's no reason to take back something you gave away."

"Heh, whatever you want."

Lin Yucheng turned his head away again and said nothing.

Gin's phone vibrated for a while before being picked up. Gin casually responded to the call a few times, gave some instructions and hung up again. Then, he reached into his pocket, rummaged around for a while, and took out a plump orange: "You're so fragile. I don't know how you got out of the training base."

Lin Yucheng took it and slowly peeled the orange peel. The unique fragrance instantly filled his nasal cavity, and Lin Yucheng's face lightened up a little.

Seeing that he had recovered, Gin started to mention other things: "There are other tasks in the near future."

"I don't have it anymore, do I?"

"That's great, that gentleman wants to see you." Gin said casually.

"I have a mission."

"Hehe, report the mission to me. I'll take you to see the gentleman tomorrow."

"what?"