Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

However, before the three of them could take any action, they received another call to the police the next day.

——The director of the orphanage, Mrs. Ge Mu, and Mr. Jiang Shou were all killed.

The soles of my shoes stepped on sticky black blood, and the person in front of me had a hideous face and was torn into pieces by five horses.

The forensic doctor, wearing blood-stained gloves, walked to Lin Xiaochen's side and said, "All the wounds have physiological reactions. They were cut before death."

"Is it the same with the other two victims?" Lin Xiaochen frowned. "The means are so cruel. How big is the grudge?"

"That's right." The forensic doctor sighed, "The body can only be described as horrific."

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"Bomer, you've gone too far."

The man with slightly curly brown hair turned around upon hearing that, with a malicious smile on his face. With his crooked eyes and delicate and cute face, people would believe he was a high school student, but who would have thought that the man in front of them was nearly thirty years old.

"Too much? That's just the beginning." He stretched out his tone, full of provocation, "You can't stand me now, why didn't you stop me just now - or do you like to use this method to publicize your kindness?"

"If you were really kind, you should have stopped me when I took action just now." He paused, his tone becoming more arrogant, "You should have stopped me."

“Malbec.”

Malbec's calm face showed no sign of ripples: "I thought you were dead a long time ago."

"Die? Why should I die?" Pomer was cleaning the bloody fruit knife. It was with this knife that he killed and dismembered the three victims one by one. "The people who really deserved to die are not dead yet. Why should I die?"

Malbec looked at him coldly: "You're making too much noise, they'll find out."

"How could they, such an incompetent group of guys, possibly find out?" Bommer snorted.

"The organization will find out. Don't forget, the hidden clues left by that person have not been discovered yet." Malbec said coldly, "You know, he is the ace of the intelligence team."

"Ace? Hahahahaha." Bommer seemed to have heard something funny. "Ace, hahahaha—an ace who was forced to death—what a joke. Even if his secret line exists, it will not belong to you!"

"He left behind an heir who inherited his style and was even more ruthless than him," Malbec said. "He would not miss any opportunity to find out the truth about his death."

"So what? Come on!" Pomer laughed like a madman, "After all these years, he still couldn't catch me. He could only watch others divide up his inheritance and slander his reputation!"

Malbec was silent, thinking about the man's style of doing things and his sudden growth in power.

———Hollands was really sincere to him, just like Cointreau was to them back then.

But why?

Forget it, since I have already chosen to betray the organization, what’s the point of worrying about these things?

"I'm just reminding you out of kindness because of our past friendship." As Malbec spoke, he slowly loaded his pistol and pointed the black muzzle at Bommer.

Pomer sneered and deliberately dragged out his tone, saying: "Haha - past friendship - and your past friendship, how much is it worth?"

Malbec did not respond, but silently put away his pistol, turned around and left, soon disappearing into the dark night.

Pomer was left standing there alone, with a look of relief on his face.