Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

"Bomore?"

In the speeding Porsche 356A, Gin answered the phone with one hand and controlled the steering wheel with one hand: "Who is that?"

"Bluebird's younger brother who died ten years ago, and a subordinate of Malbec." Vermouth on the other end of the phone said succinctly, "I had always suspected that Pomer had fled to America, but now it seems that he should have stayed in Japan, but--"

She stretched out her tone and said, "It's possible that he just came back recently."

"Humph, no matter when he returns to Japan, as long as he dares to show up, he must be prepared to be buried." Gin sneered, "Tell me what this news means, Vermouth."

"Ala, I just want to ask you to do me a small favor-"

She laughed softly.

"Don't use that tone, I'm about to vomit." Gin said coldly, "It's okay, I'm hanging up."

"Hey, don't you hate traitors in the organization the most? Don't you plan to capture Pomer yourself?"

"That gentleman has already given this task to Chablis." Gin's voice revealed a bit of dissatisfaction, "You are a step late."

"I don't believe you haven't thought about snatching the mission." Belmode's sneer was heard in my ears:

——"After all, it's about that person——"

Gin suddenly hung up the phone, and a few drops of cold sweat oozed from Vodka's forehead in the passenger seat: "Big... Big Brother..."

"What?" Gin asked grimly, "Are you planning to persuade me? Or are you dissatisfied with my decision?"

"No, no." Vodka denied it repeatedly, and after hesitating for a moment, he said, "Brother, tell me, why is Vermouth so kind to tell us this all of a sudden?"

"Her? Kind-hearted?" Gin's dark green eyes flashed coldly, "Humph, it's all for that disgusting——"

His voice suddenly paused, and he glared at Vodka with a warning look: "Don't tell Cointreau about this matter. If I know that Cointreau is asking about this - heh, you know the price."

"I understand, brother. I promise not to tell." Vodka answered naively.

Gin stopped looking at him and asked casually, "Has Cointreau submitted his latest mission report?"

"Yes, they are all here." Vodka took out the laptop he carried with him, "The mission frequency is three A-level missions per week."

Gin hummed and said no more.

The Porsche drove deeper into the path. The setting sun in the sky dyed the entire sky blood red, as if thick blood would seep out at the next moment.

The black Porsche gradually shrank into a small dot and disappeared in the crimson sky.

……

telephone booth.

Midorikawa Hikaru had just finished his mission. Jundu was injured while protecting him and was now lying sickly on the sofa in the safe house. This gave him an excuse to go out to buy medicine and contact the police contact.

Midorikawa Hikaru dialed a number skillfully, hung up the moment the call was connected, and then dialed another one.

"The chickweed has no green meaning*" A familiar voice of the contact came from the other end of the phone.

Midorikawa Hikaru lowered his eyes and continued, "Silver covered hills*"

“Is the environment safe?”

"The environment is safe." Midorikawa Hikaru cautiously turned his head left and right. There were few pedestrians outside the phone booth, and the inside of the phone booth had also been checked, and no eavesdropping devices were found.

"The DNA report you requested is out." The contact lowered his voice, "The similarity is as high as 99.99%. It can be basically confirmed that they are biological brothers."

what!

Midorikawa Hikaru's breathing became heavy for a moment, and his blue cat eyes almost widened.

"The director asked me to warn you - don't invest too much emotion in him, even if he is the brother of a working police officer."

——He is a criminal.

Midorikawa Hikaru understood the contact's hidden meaning and couldn't help but find it funny. Did he think that I was being emotional and projecting my classmate feelings for Lin Xiaochen onto Jundu?

"Haya mentioned that his parents died in a fire." Midorikawa forced himself to calm down, "Is Jundu's joining the organization related to this?"

"We are still investigating." The contact person thought for a moment before saying, "But Officer Lin, you may have guessed it again. Are you going to--"

"Stop him!" Midorikawa Hikaru said decisively, "The organization has been tracking down the traitor who left a few years ago. The investigation has been very strict these days. After today, I will enter a period of silence. You must be careful in everything and don't reveal your whereabouts."

"Yes, Mr. Midorikawa," the contact replied, "Please be safe."

The call was then hung up.

Midorikawa Hikaru looked around again, and after making sure that no one noticed him, he quickly walked back to the safe house through a small path without any surveillance.

Inside the safe house, Jundu's upper body was naked, with the left half of his body wrapped in gauze, but blood was still slowly seeping out, almost staining the gauze red.

His face was pale, but he was in good spirits. He was playing on his computer with great interest. He didn't close the computer when he heard the noise, but stared at Midorikawa Hikaru: "You're back?"

He was sitting facing the door, and Midorikawa Hikaru couldn't see the contents on the computer clearly. When he met those eyes shining with water, his heart trembled slightly - even though he knew that Jundu's eyes were always adorable, even though he knew that Jundu was a heinous killer and countless lives had been lost at his hands, and even though he had guessed the relationship between the two.

But when everything was confirmed, he still felt uneasy.

Haya mentioned this younger brother more than once and told them more than once that she wanted to find him.

- If Haya knew that his once beloved brother had become his enemy, how would he react?

No, no, I can't think about it anymore.

Cointreau is Cointreau, and Lin Xiaochen is Lin Xiaochen. Even though Cointreau was once Lin Xiaochen's younger brother, he is now a high-level code member of a transnational criminal organization and he cannot show his personal feelings - this will harm Haya and himself.

His mind was full of thoughts, but it only took a moment for Midorikawa Hikaru to turn around and close the door as usual, as if he was not worried that Cointreau would attack him from behind. He then walked to Cointreau's side, facing his curious gaze, untied the plastic bag in his hand, took out a new gauze soaked in alcohol, then raised his head, stretched out his hand, and tried to untie the gauze that was almost soaked by Cointreau.

His hand was warm, but his wrist was held by a pair of almost cold hands.

Jundu looked at him with a burning gaze: "Luchuan, something is wrong with you."

——Has it been discovered?

Midorikawa Hikaru forced a smile: "Maybe, sir, the fact that you blocked the bullet for me really surprised me."

Cointreau still held his hand tightly: "No, it's more than that."

"That's all. If there's anything else, it's that I'm very grateful to you." Midorikawa Hikaru's eyes were burning. "You're my savior."

Jundu's face changed drastically when he heard this, and he shook off Midorikawa's hand as if he had touched something dirty: "Go away, I'll apply the medicine myself."

"Eh?" Midorikawa Hikaru seemed surprised. "You...Okay, if you insist, but your current condition is not convenient, so let me do it for you--"

"Get out!" Cointreau suddenly got angry, "Don't make me say it a second time, get out!"

Midorikawa Hikaru immediately stood up, placed the medical equipment on the coffee table, and then quickly disappeared from the room.

Cointreau removed the gauze very skillfully and wiped the blood with cotton wool, revealing a round scar - the nearby flesh was new growth, and its pink color spoke of its tenderness.

Jundu silently wrapped the gauze around his body, as if he was really seriously injured.

Then he threw the medical waste into the trash can and called Gin.

"Ah Zhen, my partner seems to be gay, I don't want him anymore."