Has the conscience of the winery been cleaned up today?

After rescuing the unknown boy from the organization branch, there was another person beside Qin Jiu who needed to be awakened.In this regard, Gin’s attitude is:

"Am I positioned as an alarm clock? Why do you always issue this kind of mission to me?"

After driving Ibaraki three meters away from Jiu Tun, the butterfly avoids his angry claws, flapping its wings and calmly said: "I don't control the content of the mission, this is the result of the independent operation of the release principle in the Guangming God's input system. "

After explaining solemnly, it folded one wing and put it behind its head, and said in a sad tone of habit: "Be content, the positioning is the alarm clock. Does the angel of the house of the Mother of All Things next door know what to do? Those who grow vegetables, raise chickens, and feed pigs in the Garden of the Gods. Some of them knew how to cook before entering the Kingdom of God, and also served as cooks, cooking big pots of rice for the reserve gods of the Kingdom of God Academy every day. Don’t they adapt well?"

Gin: "..."

Although he knew that such a comparison was unreasonable, but compared with them, Qin Jiu felt that he would be an alarm clock and play mahjong with the God of Light in the future. He was indeed much luckier than other envoys.

……wrong!Are the gods of their kingdom so unmetaphysical?God still has to eat from the big pot, isn't the treatment a bit too bad?

Gin didn't realize that his way of thinking was getting closer to the aborigines of the Kingdom of God.

"Hey, have you figured out a way to wake up my best friend?" Ibaraki, who was forced to "stay away" from his best friend, asked impatiently.

His thoughts were interrupted, Qin Jiu gave him a sideways glance, and said coldly: "I have a clue, but I still need to verify it. I will go to Baiyun Mountain again after I deal with the other person's affairs."

"Why don't you go now?" Ibaraki asked displeased.

"I can't see anything now." Considering that his guess may not be accurate, Gin didn't express his thoughts, "Don't worry, awakening Jiu Tun is my task, and I will complete it without your urging."

"It's better to be like this." When it came to Shuten, Ibaraki didn't insist on asking, and leaned against the wall and began to close his eyes and meditate.

He needs to rest.

Ignoring Ibaraki no more, Gin turned around and walked to the bed, looking at the young man who was sleeping peacefully on the bed.

His appearance is not very handsome, but he gives people a sense of quietness and gentleness, and his whole person is incompatible with the painting style of the organization.Qin Jiu has read the research materials and knows the appearance of some "experimental products", but he confirms that he has never seen this boy.

So, when did the group of researchers who were [-] times more damned than him find such a innocent and harmless boy?

Compared with Jiu Tun, it is very simple to wake up this boy, just inject him with the latest drug developed by the organization.But that kind of potion will bring about a very serious consequence. Once the boy's body is seriously rejected by the potion, he may die the moment he wakes up.

Gin really regards life as worthless, which is determined by his life experience, but it does not mean that he likes to watch innocent people die in front of him, and the laws of the Kingdom of God do not allow him to belittle the lives of others.

Since the boy couldn't die and the potion had to be administered, there was only one way left.

"Butterfly." Gin poked the butterfly that was still swimming on its back in the air, and threw a potion over, "Find a way to perfect the potion."

Butterfly, who had been doing nothing all this time, heard the words, immediately set up two tentacles, and said enthusiastically, "Okay!"

The dark blue potion in the glass test tube floats in mid-air, and the butterfly evokes dots of fluorescence to surround it, silently analyzing and perfecting the potion.

The color of the potion gradually became lighter, until it became completely transparent and colorless, and then boiled slightly like boiling water.

There was a gleam of gold in the tumbling potion, shining brightly under the light.After a while, the shallow golden glow suddenly ignited into flames, burning the liquid in the test tube that was not much.

Fire boils water in water, which is very theological.

Gin was not disturbed in his heart, not even surprised at all.

The consummation process of the potion lasted 10 minutes, and the color was burnt from blue to light golden, and then from golden back to dark blue. After 10 minutes, the potion has shrunk by about two-thirds. Although it looks like there is not much change on the surface, its properties are quite different from the original.

Throwing the potion back to Gin's hand with one tentacles, Butterfly proudly said: "I have completely perfected the potion from the inside out, except for removing the instant death flag, and some messy effects, leaving only two effects .”

Looking at the bottom blue liquid in the test tube, Gin, out of caution, followed a tool butterfly's eagerness to show off and asked, "What effect?"

After the butterfly circled happily in the air, it folded its wings and landed gently on the boy's cheek: "The first one is health medicine... Don't laugh, I'm serious. The concept of health medicine in the Kingdom of God is different from that of you mortals." Same."

Gin suppressed the slightly twitching corners of his mouth: "You continue."

With a soft snort, Butterfly went on to say: "The effect of this 'health medicine' focuses on life-saving. I just gave him a full-body examination and found that some unknown powers were artificially implanted in his body. This part of the power is too large , and his physique strongly rejects this kind of power. Although the side effects of forcibly implanting this kind of power are suppressed by drugs, it might erupt at any time, and once it erupts, he will not be far from death."

Gin suppressed the slight smile in his eyes: "What is the second effect?"

"The second is stripping." Butterfly's voice suddenly became serious, low and indifferent, as if talking about an earth-shattering event, "striping the other soul attached to his soul."

"..." Qin Jiu endured again and again, endured again and again, and finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Speak well."

Butterfly's tone was light in an instant: "I just want you to feel his situation intuitively. Well, it's just a trivial matter. Soul stripping is just a minor operation in the Kingdom of God, just like the removal of useless human tissue. Anesthesia is not required. Drink this bottle of potion, and it will be done in a minute!"

"What happens to the soul that is stripped out?"

Gin unscrewed the cork, lifted the boy up and was about to pour the potion into his mouth, when Butterfly said disapprovingly, "It will disappear in ashes."

"..."

Gin withdrew his hand, thought carefully for three seconds, and then stretched out his fingers to flick the butterfly away from the boy's face.

"Do you still remember what my original intention of taking the mission was?"

The butterfly was flipped fifteen or six times in the air by his finger, and the processor was stunned: "What?...Oh, I remembered, it's whitewashing!"

"Then do you think I should let another person's soul be wiped out in order to save one person?" Qin Jiu's long eyelashes drooped, his face was full of indifference, and he spoke kind words, but there was no light of righteousness on his body.

There is one thing to say, Butterfly really wants to answer "should", this answer is very suitable for Gin's style of painting.

However, this is a world full of truth, goodness and beauty. As the envoy chosen by the God of Light, Gin, even if he cannot spread the light of God to every corner of the world, he cannot work as a villain, especially when he is doing missions to cleanse the world. white time.

Otherwise, after a hundred years, the God of Light will go to hell to hunt for people, and it may trigger the 870th second battle between gods and demons.

Inappropriate Inappropriate.

"Well, you give him... some wax for that soul." Butterfly made an accurate judgment in an instant, and found a solution from the "Soul Maintenance Manual (Children's Edition)" in stock.

Unsurprisingly, there was a deviation in Gin's understanding: "You mean that there is no way to save him anyway, let me give him a ride?"

"Shenhuo! Take Shenhuo!" Butterfly did a 720-degree backflip in a hurry, "Shenhuo can temporarily protect that foreign soul. I will get a container to put him in later, and it can be temporarily preserved for 800 years."

"……Oh."

Putting down the boy, Gin got up to look for a candle, but he searched the whole store and couldn't find one, and the butterfly didn't have any in stock.He was too lazy to drive another trip to the supermarket for a candle, thought about it, and walked to Kudou's house opposite him with his slippers on.

At this time, the benefits of being neighbors with an old enemy are reflected, and he has no psychological burden at all to find Hideichi Akai to get things.

Although looking for someone else to take him also did not.

When Gin rang the doorbell of Kudo House, Shuichi Akai, Toru Amuro and Conan were summing up the gains and losses of today's action.Hearing the doorbell, the three subconsciously touched guns, guns, footballs, footballs, and their spirits were extremely tense.

"I'll open the door."

Before he could change back to Okiya Subaru's disguise, Akai Hideichi grabbed his glasses and put them on, put away his murderous aura, and calmly went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, the two looked at each other, dumbfounded.

Seeing that it was Shuichi Akai who appeared, Gin immediately reached out for a lighter.After digging out, I realized that I am now Kurosawa Jin, a weak and gentle painter, and quickly changed the almost murderous look on my face into vigilance.

When Akai Shuichi saw the gin, his first reaction was to hold up his glasses and restrain his aura a little more.

"Isn't this Mr. Okiya's home? Excuse me, are you..." Gin Jiu quickly made a decision, showing hesitation, and looked him up and down, without giving Akai Shuichi a chance to answer, and then said: " You're wearing Mr. Okiya's clothes, and the glasses are Mr. Okiya's too... Could it be that you are... lovers?"

Akai Shuichi: "..."

This association is outrageous!

"Of course I..." Hideo Akai wanted to deny it without even thinking about it, but when he met Gin's calm and innocent eyes, and couldn't find anything better than this for a while, he would not be suspected once and for all. He swallowed the word "no" again, resisting the twitching impulse and said, "...Yes."

Gin looked stunned: "So that's how it is. I'm Jin Kurosawa, the owner of the dairy shop across the street. Is Mr. Okiya at home?"

Akai Shuichi was still immersed in the magical reality of "I became my own lover", and replied coldly: "Not here."

As soon as the words fell, he seemed to be frightened by the frail young man in front of him, took a small step back, and subconsciously slowed down his tone: "What do you want from him?"

"I..." Qin Jiu blinked and said hesitantly, "I want to borrow a candle, I don't know if it's convenient..."

"Wait." Akai Shuichi's complexion softened, and his tone couldn't help being softer. He asked Gin to wait outside the door, and went back to the house to fetch a candle and handed it to him.

"Thank you." Gin took the candle, looked at the mild-mannered old enemy in front of him, and suddenly had a bad taste, with a smile that was taught by Butterfly on his lips, "You are a good person, just like Mr. Okiya."

Akai Shuichi was taken aback.

The moonlight is beautiful tonight, and the gentle and delicate young man smiles quietly under the moon, just like in the painting.

Gin took the candle and handed out the good card, then turned and left. Akai Shuichi stood there for half a minute before regaining consciousness as if waking up from a dream.

Slightly frowning, Akai Shuichi walked back with a deep feeling.

Oops, that seems to be the heart...

Stepping into the room, as soon as he looked up, he saw the scene where the two unscrupulous partners were holding back their laughter and tears were about to fall.

He was expressionless: "What are you laughing at?"

Conan cleared his throat: "I think of happy things."

Amuro Toru went down the donkey: "I also think of happy things."

Akai Shuichi: "..."

It is the feeling of myocardial infarction.