[Conan] Scenery and Light and Wine

At 12:711 in the middle of the night, a girl of junior high school age was sitting at the door of [-]. She was wearing loose and ill-fitting clothes.

She may be a child who ran away from home after encountering domestic violence, or she may be a street child who has no home at all.But you know she has no money, is timid and panicked, and has a barely pretty face.

You are a member of a criminal group whose main business is extortion and the research and development of various illegal drugs as a side business.What would you do with this girl?

If it's gin or vodka, they most likely choose to ignore it.Even a ruthless killer doesn't bother to do anything to a non-threatening ordinary person. The girl can survive from their hands not because of the killer's kindness, but because of the killer's need to avoid extra problems.

If Belmode was in a good mood, he might give the poor girl a little false comfort, and she might even give the girl a hug.

But there is a high probability that this uncertain star will watch the girl's suffering with cold eyes, smoke a cigarette and leave without looking back.

If it was a low-level member who relied on the power of the organization to help the tiger, maybe he would drag her into a dark street corner to do something that would leave the girl with a psychological shadow for the rest of her life, if she still lived for such a long time.

Or they might just find any reason to trick this poor girl into the organization's laboratory—you must know that the development of illegal drugs will never have too many mice for experiments.

But the one staying here now is Ke Ya.

Normally, as a normal person who understands the general social and moral concepts, Kaya would take the initiative to ask the girl if she needs help, buy her some food, or provide her with the protection that an adult can do without causing trouble. .

But now he is on a mission, wearing a passer-by face that Belmode pasted on him, pretending to be a programmer working overtime late at night, staring at the detonation program disguised as ordinary code on the computer screen, waiting for Gin to Possibly a signal for his action.

After all, members of the Black Organization have no extra kindness to an unrelated stranger.So Ke Ya took a sip of coffee expressionlessly, turning a blind eye to the misery in a corner of the world.

At this moment, a young man walked into the dim light at the entrance of the convenience store.His figure cast a shadow on Keya's table, and Keya raised her head subconsciously, and saw a pair of blue and purple eyes.

The man bought a can of sweet milk and an oden with hot soup, walked to sit two steps away from the girl, and handed over the things in his hand.

The girl took the man's kindness, and cried after eating two mouthfuls.So the man went to buy a tissue and stuffed it into the girl's hand, and put his coat on her.

He didn't touch the girl rashly, and watched the girl cry patiently from a distance.

Poor family environment, poverty, dropout or suspension of school caused by school violence, encountering emotional deception...

Ke Ya could easily see what happened to this girl from various details.It is very difficult to comfort such a person, she will be hostile to all men who approach her.

But this man who appeared suddenly easily let go of the other party's defenses, and even made her take the initiative to confide.

The voices of the two people talking squeezed in through the gap of the glass sliding door, and only a vague outline could be heard.

The blue-eyed man comforted and encouraged the girl tirelessly with a gentle but firm voice. He carefully soothed the girl's fragile emotions, gave her the most appropriate advice within reason, and taught her how to report to social assistance agencies. ask for help.

They were all boring stuff, but Keya listened with great interest.

Kaya likes good people, he likes kindness, honesty, compassion, tolerance...he likes all good qualities, and is happy to be a "good person" in the conventional sense of society when he has no tasks.Although he knew that he was rotten, he always had pursuits in life.

The education he received in the first half of his life was like this: love brothers and sisters, get along well with neighbors, respect teachers and teachers, and be willing to help others.Even if these have nothing to do with what he is doing now.

Ke Ya watched quietly with the mentality of observing and studying, and felt a bit like watching a special episode of a human observation program - "The Warm Salvation from a Strange Man in the Late Night" or something like that.

It's a pity that the pleasant reality show was interrupted by the incomprehensible voice in the earphones. After the brief electric sound, Gin Jiu ordered gloomyly: "Keya, activate the bomb."

Ke Ya pressed the enter key on the computer, turned off the communication function of the headset, and unilaterally ended the mobile communication tonight.

It seems that the rare sitcom has no chance to see the end.

Keya turned down the computer screen, glanced at the door, and saw the man with a gentle smile put down his hand touching his right ear, revealing a contact headset of the same model as Keya's, which was covered by slightly long hair.

This is the actual sense, Kaya and Scotland's first cooperative mission and - one-sided meeting.From this, Ke Ya began to observe him for two and a half months.

It is rare for the organization's intelligence personnel to receive Keya's contact outside of working hours.He was going to take away all the intelligence about Scotland that the organization could gather.

Orphans, adopted by members, grew up in a gang environment.I learned some ability to fight firearms from a black policeman who traded with gangs, and got a chance to stand out in gang activities a year and a half ago.

A year ago, he was poached by a gang boss related to the organization and recommended to join the organization. He is a newcomer with great potential.

It's not that Ke Ya refuses to admit the possibility of good shoots from bad bamboos.But looking at the photo with a restrained smile in the file, it is difficult for Ke Ya to connect this experience with the owner of the file.

Recalling the arms and the back of the neck that were exposed out of the clothes that night, he didn't even have a tattoo, how could he be a person who grew up.

Such doubts continued until Keya saw Scotland shoot with her own eyes.

He executed a low-level member of a betrayal organization.Those blue eyes froze into a hard gem when he fired the gun, and quickly melted into a pool of smiles when he returned the gun.After killing someone, he can still show a sincere and gentle smile.

Ke Ya knew that this was a ritual of killing people.Because a companion is never as reliable as an accomplice.

So Ke Ya began to suspect that what she saw that night was just a disguise that was the same as her appearance.

But this person once again exceeded Ke Ya's expectations.The members of the organization who have worked with him, without exception, think he is a sincere and good man, even if some of them have seen him kill with their own eyes.

An old man who once mentioned Scotland gave his own opinion to Ke Ya’s inquiry: “He just seemed to think he could do it, so he did it as a matter of course.”

This natural scope includes but is not limited to buying colleagues to drink, taking over time-difficult tasks for other members, taking care of the elderly who lost their only son, killing people, and as Kaya saw, patiently comforting a friend with him while waiting for the task notification. An unknown little girl.

He didn't want to do some good deeds out of guilt, nor did he remind himself of what he should do, like Ke Ya, who was bound by moral values.

This is a completely, heartfelt, purely good guy who's just doing some bad things.

After reaching this conclusion, Ke Ya made a logical decision.

If Scotland had the opportunity to see the report of the mission that he obtained the codename, he would find that in this report, he became a big fat who boldly made a carjacking plan and made full use of the value of Kaya to provide assistance for his sniping Godly character.

Ke Ya, who wrote and submitted this report and paved the way for Zhu Fu Jingguang to be recognized as a code name, is very satisfied with the fruits of her labor.

This is a good person that is rare to be seen in ordinary people's society, let alone a concentration camp of villains like the Black Organization.

Even Ke Ya, who claims to be a normal person, has the reputation of "exploding lunatic with no blood and tears".

So you have to be safe and secure, and keep people by your side.

Kaya, who finally waited until Chianti and Cohen transferred to Europe, couldn't wait to snatch the Detroit mission from Gin, and entered the six letters of Scotch into the email sent to Boss.

Kaya, who called out the Scottish code name at the agreed place, saw a fake smile that was just right.

Wanting him to smile more happily, Keya put aside the bangs poking into her eyes, thinking with some embarrassment.

Mission day...

The Red Lion gang seems to have just obtained a batch of munitions the day before the mission, and the amount of explosives that died was at least [-]% more than the amount given in the intelligence.

His head buzzing from the unplanned aftershock of the explosion, Keya rubbed his forehead and put away his binoculars to prepare for evacuation. He opened the phone memo and glanced at it.

[Scotland wants to eat Detroit food. 】

"Ask Belmode? No, I don't want to call her, so I should check it on SNS."

Keya said to herself expressionlessly, wiped off the dust on the black windbreaker with a wet tissue, and blended into the panicked and fleeing crowd like a shadow.

Go farther and farther in the direction where the sun shines.

The author has something to say:

Ke Ya, big mensao.