[Conan] Scenery and Light and Wine

The organization needs to destroy an exposed stronghold, and the person sent to carry out the task is code-named Keya.

Zhu Fujingguang guessed that this might be a technical member.Because he also received this task, to protect Ke Ya with his gun.

A tired-looking man was waiting at the appointed coffee shop.He was wearing a black trench coat with the logo of a member of the organization and was carrying a suitcase.

Has short, gray-brown hair cut short.Wearing a pair of metal-framed glasses, behind the myopic lenses of about four or five degrees, are a pair of lead gray eyes with thick dark circles.

"Hi, I'm Keya. There's no need to introduce myself. Apart from being your task partner this time, I will also be your proctor."

The man came up to him and said this, and glanced at his watch.

Strong, crisp, full of time concept.

Zhu Fu Jingguang nodded obediently, didn't say anything unnecessary, just put on an attitude of obeying orders.

"We have two hours, and I will explain to you what I need you to do in this mission. If your performance is good enough, Boss will give you a code name."

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was vaguely guessing about this mission in his heart, asked, "Like your Keya?"

Keya, who was sitting across from him, raised her eyes to look at him, and nodded expressionlessly: "Yes, just like my Koya (Koya). Or another name you may be more familiar with, Gold Brandy."

Unexpected temper is not bad, at least he doesn't care about slight cross-border provocations of junior members, and will give explanations.

But the gold medal brandy...the Chinese brandy that became famous at the 1915 World's Fair.

Zhu Fu Jingguang took a closer look at Keya's appearance through the reflection of the table, not to mention the leaden gray eyes that Europeans usually have, Keya's outline is deep.But the facial lines are very soft, and the characteristics of mixed blood can be vaguely seen.

Will the code name of the organization be related to nationality?

It was the first time to work with a code member, and Zhu Fu Jingguang was eager to dig out more information about the organization from Kaya.

As if seeing through Zhu Fu Jingguang's thoughts, Ke Ya tapped on the table in front of him, stared at him with those glass bead-like gray eyes and said, "If you can pass this review and get the code name, it's up to you You will naturally know what you know. Now, collect the thoughts in your mind and listen to me about the task."

A mild warning.

Zhu Fu Jingguang blinked his eyes, and smiled slightly flatteringly to admit defeat.He patted his musical instrument bag leaning against the corner, and said in a confident tone that a vigorous rookie should have: "There will be no mistakes."

Nothing really went wrong on that mission.Ke Ya is an excellent criminal. His rigorous style of blowing up strongholds and eliminating evidence has been brought to the fullest. He has successfully used details to hide man-made traces, making the results of the explosion into circuit aging and chemical reagent storage. Accidents caused by insecurity.

The link in which Zhu Fu Jingguang was assigned was very simple, to kill the traitor who betrayed the location of this stronghold—under the heavy protection of the Japanese public security.

Ke Ya caused a series of car accidents on the way the police were transporting witnesses, and used unknown tricks to blow up a cake shop on the road where the police vehicles were jammed to create chaos, creating an excellent opportunity for Zhu Fu Jingguang to attack.

Zhu Fu Jingguang lay on the roof of the building five hundred yards away, and shot out a drop of blood in his heart along with the bullet. The target's throat was pierced, and blood gushed out. Zhu Fu Jingguang slowly spit out a Tone, feeling a little itchy in my throat.

"Retreat from the planned route, you have 15 minutes."

Ke Yapingzhe's voice came from the wireless headset, and Zhu Fu Jingguang answered it, packed up his musical instrument bag and climbed down from the hanging ladder for power inspection.

He didn't look back at the chaos on the street, didn't think about the seriousness of the car accident, didn't speculate about the casualties in the bakery.He just felt a little cold, and it seemed that he still needed to add a coat before going out in autumn.

Zhu Fu Jingguang got his code name in the organization - Scotch whiskey in that very cold early autumn.

"Scotland……"

He heard Ke Ya calling him.

Koya needed a sniper for one of his missions, Cohn and Chianti had a mission to Germany, so he asked Gin for Scotland.

This was the first time the two of them met after they got the code name. After 40 days, Scotland clearly remembered that time.

"We meet again, Keya."

He flashed a socially false smile and looked back at the man who had impressed him.

Ke Ya still looked the same, with a black windbreaker, a three-piece suit, and thick dark circles behind the lenses.

It looks like he may not have had time for a haircut in the last month, and his short, ash-brown hair has grown quite a bit.Ke Ya frowned and put aside the bangs that poked her eyes, and nodded at him coldly.

The two of them are going to Detroit, a place where America's once star automobile manufacturing industry has become synonymous with backwardness and crime rate.

A gang there had the audacity to eat a piece of the organization's smuggling line. The gentleman asked Koya to give them a "silent shock", and Scotland was called by Koya to finish it.

"Why did you pick me? I remember that there was a sniper in the organization who just got the codename like me. I am not as good as him in terms of technology."

On the plane they switched to English conversation, Scotland leaned on the back of the recliner, and asked Kaya who took off his glasses and half-squinted to read the newspaper.

"You don't smoke."

Scotland was slightly taken aback, thinking that he had misheard because he hadn't spoken English for too long.

Ke Ya turned her head to look at him, slowed down and said again: "You don't smoke."

"Yes, I understand, I just don't understand why this is the reason." Scotland complained with a smile.

According to the last time we got along, he knew that Ke Ya would not care about some of his rude words.

So he asked in an attitude that could not be described as relaxed or presumptuous: "Do you hate the smell of cigarettes?"

"No, I hate lighters."

Actually answered, and it doesn't sound like a random answer.Scotland simply turned sideways, as if he wanted to chat with Kaya to pass the time.

"what you want to say?"

Ke Ya cooperated and put down the newspaper in her hand, sat up straight and turned her head to look at him.

He has great physique, probably a family influence or a nurture.Scotland thought to himself that they noticed it when they met in the coffee shop last time. Keya's sitting posture and coffee drinking posture are very correct. Holding a glass or doing something else.

He is obviously a lunatic who explodes unscrupulously in the city, but he always shows politeness and respect in dealing with people and things.

So contradictory, this man.

"I wanted to ask last time, are you a mixed race?"

It is too sensitive to ask the nationality directly, and judging from the code names he got, the code names should have nothing to do with the origins of the members.

"I am of Japanese-Russian mixed race." Ke Ya answered very simply, and even added details: "My biological father is Russian, and according to him, my mother is Japanese."

"So frank, senior. Aren't you afraid that I'm tricking you?" Scotland laughed and said in a joking tone.

"Because this is not something that needs to be hidden from you. I know what I can't say."

Ke Ya looked indifferent, her gray eyes like glass beads looked at him without fluctuation, and called him by his code name: "Scotland, as I said last time, you will know what you should know."

Scotland smiled sassyly. He waved his hands and explained, "I just want to chat with you, senior. We have to fly for more than ten hours."

I had to change planes halfway, and I couldn't sleep because of jet lag. It was boring.

Ke Ya sighed, rubbed the bridge of his nose, put the glasses back in the glasses case, and put away the small table.

Facing Scotland, he lay on his side in the recliner: "I can only chat with you for 20 minutes, and then I need to catch up on sleep."

Isn't this person a bit too tempered?

Scotland sincerely sighed: "I hope I can go on missions with you in the future. Last month, I was with a big star..."

Realizing his slip of the tongue, Scotland cuts off quickly. He shouldn't be complaining about a cadre in front of an old member.

It can only be said that the person in front of him felt too tolerant to him, which made him let down his vigilance involuntarily.

Keya showed no expression on his words. He looked up—it was a subconscious movement of thinking or recollection, and then he said: "Bermode has a regular sniper, Calvados. He was killed by Chianti last month. Called to go to Europe, I remember just came back a few days ago. If there is no accident, he should be in charge of Belmode. That woman just wants to come out as soon as she wants, so you don’t have to pay too much attention to it.”

Is this... comforting him?

Scotland hesitated for a moment, and quickly made an aggressive decision.

"Can you tell me about gin? I heard that he is the leader of the operation team, and I will have to hang around under him from now on."

Ke Ya frowned. Seeing this, Scotland was a little apprehensive. He wondered if he had asked too much?

But it wasn't because of his question that Keya frowned.Because he quickly recovered his expressionless face, and said to Scotland: "That person, Qin, is very suspicious, please don't ask questions under his hands, just do what he says."

After thinking about it, Ke Ya added: "Although he always calls people trash, but you can get the code name in such a short period of time, it shows that your ability is not a problem."

I have to say that Ke Ya's suggestion is sincere and meaningful.If you change the characters, you can be called a senior who loves newcomers in a general unit.

Scotland didn't ask too probing questions anymore, and treated the conversation with Kaya really as a small talk.

He's usually reserved, but now there's a 10-minute clock ticking overhead, making him feel like every second of his silence is wasted.So he whispered a lot of things he wouldn't normally say at all.

He said that his seat was a bit uncomfortable, and recalled that he had met an airline with delicious food on the plane.

Ke Ya taught him to use a pillow to cushion it beside him, and helped him recall which airline the plane meal might be.

He asked which countries Kaya has been to, and whether there is any recommended special food in Detroit.

Ke Ya carefully counted the countries she had visited with him, Russia, Japan, China, France, Italy, the United States... Read the names of the countries in the language of each country.

He said he doesn't recall any good food in Detroit.But if you don't need to evacuate urgently after the mission is completed, you can take him to look for it in Detroit.

He asked about the accommodation conditions during Keya's mission, and told him that he was frozen in the unfinished building for two days last time.

Ke Ya told him that he had already made the arrangements for this task, and that he only needed to step on the spot in one day, and the actual hands-on work would not exceed an hour at most...

Ke Ya showed a gentle and tolerant attitude, one could even say conniving attitude.During this 1200 seconds, Scotland felt that he had seen a Kaya who was completely different from the organization's rumors.

He was bewildered and terrified by it.

Kaya was very punctual. When Scotland offered to end the chat and let him rest, he glanced at his watch and said, "There are still 12 seconds."

But what can you say in 12 seconds?

Scotland thought dazedly.

Kaya looked at him calmly with those gray eyes like glass beads, and said in a calm and stable voice, "It was a pleasure chatting with you, Scotland. Please have a good rest."

After speaking, Keya nodded to him, put on the reclining chair, put on the eye mask and earplugs, and fell into a peaceful sleep.

But Scotland was like a huge earthquake, and he felt his heart working too hard, pumping hot blood into the capillaries of his cheeks and ears.The eardrum is buzzing, but the sound of the beating heart can be clearly heard.

This is so strange, Scotland thought, what's wrong with me?

The author has something to say:

Brother Jingguang, that's great, Brother Jingguang...

Suck, suck, suck...

Sanctioned by line spacing, damn it!