[Conan] Scenery and Light and Wine

Shu Lang found himself in a different world.

This is not some kind of rhetorical or literary statement, but a real fact.

Anyone who is still blowing the soft spring breeze when he goes out, but when he lowers his head to hear the news and raises his head but it turns into cold winter, he will have the same thought as Shu Lang.

The eyes are full of red and green Christmas decorations, large-format Christmas trees and white-bearded old men are pasted on the glass windows of the store, pedestrians on the road unconsciously smile expectantly, children hold their mother's hand and act coquettishly, begging My annual Christmas gift.

"Only good kids get Christmas presents."

The young mother bent down to comfort her child, her eyes pretended to glance over Shu Lang inadvertently, showing a surprised expression - a big man went out wearing only a thin shirt in the deep winter with light snow .

Shu Lang shivered belatedly. He looked down at his mobile phone, and the email he sent to Zhu Fu Jingguang showed that the sending failed.

Surrounded by fear, he rubbed his cold fingers and dialed the familiar number.

After a brief busy tone, a mechanically synthesized female voice reminded him that the number he dialed does not exist.

what happened?

Feeling cold both mentally and physically, Shu Lang gripped his phone tightly, walked into a men's clothing store on the side of the street, and picked out a coat at random.The bank card can't be swiped out, but fortunately, he has a good habit of taking cash when going out.

Shu Lang put on his coat, sat under the warm wind of the clothing store, found another phone number from his mobile phone and called.This time he got through.

"Bourbon, I can't get in touch with Jing Guang."

The phone was hung up after his words, Shu Lang frowned, and sent a message to that number.

[Jing Gu Ling, I can't contact Jing Guang anymore. 】

After a while, the phone call came back to him. After a moment of silence, he asked him in a calm voice, "Who are you?"

That tone didn't sound like a joke. Although the Bourbon in his impression was hateful, he wasn't someone who would pull such pranks.

"You don't know me..." Shu Lang murmured, and then he asked the question he cared most about, "It doesn't matter who I am, where is Jing Guang? Police? Organization?"

"I do not know."

The phone was hung up again neatly, Shu Lang's expression sank completely, he casually took the paper bag and small Christmas gifts given to him by the shopping guide, and hurried out.

He had to figure out what was going on.

Shu Lang found an Internet cafe and contacted Yekafu by email.The electronic calendar told him that it was December 23 four years ago. Shu Lang not only changed the world, but also went to the wrong time.

Yekafu's emails were answered very quickly.Although he, like Bourbon, doesn't know this "Shu Lang", but it doesn't matter, the intelligence dealer doesn't need to know who the other party is, as long as the other party can afford the reward he wants.

Shu Lang exchanged the information he knew with Yekaf, and what he exchanged was some information about Shu Lang Krasnodar and Mikhail Lomonosov.

The former found no such person.The latter is a giant who controls the underground black market in Russia. He is romantic and passionate, but has no son.

Shu Lang sneered, he didn't know if it was his father who finally learned how to wear a condom, or his mother learned to be smart this time and knew to have an abortion.

But those don't matter, it doesn't matter if there is Shulan Krasnodar in this world, but Zhufu Jingguang cannot exist.

He has to find him.

Shu Lang didn't sleep all night.He went to the home of Zhu Fu Jingguang's adoptive parents in Tokyo. There were family photos and Zhu Fu Jingguang's youthful smiling face hanging in the house.But there is no recent information or situation about him.

He took the last Shinkansen again, rushed to Nagano overnight, snuck into Zhu Fu Gaoming's house in the early morning, and asked him in a low voice under Zhu Fu Gaoming's surprised and guarded gaze: "Your brother, Jing Guang...Zhu Fu Where is Jingguang?"

"Human being rude is not like a beast."

Zhu Fu Gaoming was not afraid of his persecution, but scolded him with a sneer.

"I'm not in the mood to listen to what you said now. I can't find Jing Guang, tell me if you know where he is, and I'll leave after I'm finished."

"I do not know."

Maybe Shu Lang looked too restless, Zhu Fu Gaoming hesitated, and gave Shu Lang the answer he wanted.

Shu Lang did what he said, and confirmed that Zhu Fu Gaoming didn't know about Jing Guang's whereabouts, so he turned and left without hesitation.

Zhu Fu Gaoming stared at his back, unavoidably worried about his younger brother.Where is he, what is he doing, and how can he provoke such a troublesome and dangerous person?

Not at home, not in Nagano, and the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department headquarters does not have a photo booklet of Momofuku Kagemitsu.

Then there is only one possibility left.

Zhu Fu Jingguang still went undercover in the organization.

If you ask Bourbon directly, he will definitely not say anything. Shu Lang has no intention of wasting time with him.

He didn't know when there was a heavy suitcase in his hand, with a cold face and no expression, he found the number he hadn't contacted for a long time, and sent an email.

[Make a deal, I'll give you the list of undercover personnel in your organization, and you give me Scotch. 】

【How can I trust your sincerity. 】

【I know this number. 】

[Not enough, you have to prove more to me. 】

[Scotch is an undercover police officer in Japan, I know who he is, and I know who you are.Stop talking nonsense and give him to me. 】

[I have seen your ability, but unfortunately, this person is dead, and I cannot complete this transaction. 】

The worst guesses came true.

Shu Lang gritted his teeth, squeezed the phone to make a creaking sound, then froze his fingers and continued to flirt with the other party.

[Then change to Bourbon and give him to me for a day.I asked him to bring you the undercover list. 】

[Yes, I look forward to what you can bring me. 】

Don't believe it, don't believe it.

His light will not just go out in places he doesn't know so casually.

Toru Amuro was woken up by being splashed with a basin of cold water.Belmode asked the woman to have dinner with him.Although it was sudden, it was not unexpected.

Unexpectedly, he lost consciousness after drinking a glass of wine. Before he passed out, he vaguely saw a pity expression on Belmode's face. A biting cold wind blows from the roof.

This place looks familiar...

Toru Amuro shook his head, and found that he was staying in the unfinished building where Zhu Fu Jingguang committed suicide half a month ago.

what's the situation!

Amuro Toru's first reaction was that he, like Zhu Fu Jingguang, leaked his undercover identity for some reason, so he was brought here by the organization's people for execution.

"Tell me, where is Jing Guang?"

This question is all too familiar.

A strange man stood in front of him and asked, and Toru Amuro confirmed that he had never seen him before.But that voice, who had just called him not too long ago, had asked the same question.

Amuro gritted his teeth and did not answer.

The man didn't care, and just continued on his own: "I understand the situation at the time. You and Ley, one is the public security police, the other is the FBI, two undercover agents are chasing and killing the other undercover agent."

His identity was called out at once, and Ley's identity was also heard.Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, Toru Amuro's pupils shrank and his expression tensed subconsciously.

"In this case, you told me that Jing Guang died...how is it possible?" The man sounded more like talking to himself, "Anyone who believes in such things should be thrown into the Siberian wilderness to be fed to bears and eaten There is no need to regret it, after all, there is no brain at all."

"So hurry up and tell me, Jing Guang was hidden by you or Layry?" Shu Lang kicked Amuro Toru expressionlessly, "Give him to me."

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Amuro let out a sneer, he laughed at himself, and at this man who seemed to be mentally disturbed.

"That traitor in Scotland has been executed by Ley... Is his name Jing Guang? I personally confirmed his body. No one can give it to you!"

Toru Amuro squeezed out these words with difficulty, and stared at Shu Lang with hatred.

It was torture for him to tell the news of his own death in Bourbon's voice, but he had to do it.

Hiro was already dead, and he committed suicide on this rooftop in order to destroy the mobile phone that saved the information of relatives and friends. He could not let Hiro's death be in vain.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me."

Shu Lang lowered his eyes and took out a somewhat crude remote control from his pocket.Amuro recognized what it was, opened his eyes wide in horror, and turned around to look at his bound hands and feet.

He was tied to a suitcase, and inside the box was a time bomb, ticking away.

"I used your mobile phone to send messages to both the police and Lai. Today is Christmas Eve, and I don't want to live alone. As long as Jing Guang appears here, I will release you immediately."

Shu Lang pushed down his glasses, and revealed a faint smile to Anshi: "I don't mind staying with you bastard for a while before Jing Guang comes."

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time: "There are still 153 minutes to zero. If you can't make it, you can call me. I just want to know where he is."

He said softly in a tone so gentle that it was creepy: "He promised not to want me."

The passage of time is not suspended by human will.

Toru Amuro was wrapped in wet clothes and was completely blown by the cold wind on the roof, his hands, feet and body were numb and stiff.

Shu Lang is also cold, but there is a faint but never-extinguished flame in his heart, providing him with light and heat to survive.

The neon lights of the city flickered, and the LED advertising screens of the commercial buildings in the distance changed the content, changing the countdown numbers with bright red lights.

10, 9, 8, 7...

Shu Lang played with the remote control in his hand, expressionless, just waiting with lowered eyes.

Toru Amuro struggled violently, trying to break free from the ropes that bound his limbs. Unfortunately, Shu Lang knew him too well, or should I say he knew another Toru Amuro, so he guarded against any tricks he might have, leaving him no room for breaking free. Chance.

3, 2, 1.

Dazzling fireworks exploded on the sky, and the patterns of Christmas trees and snowflakes and the words MerryChristmas appeared in the sky.

Toru Amuro subconsciously thought that the deafening sound over there was the sound of a bomb explosion, but found himself still alive in a cold sweat.

"Good kids get Christmas presents..."

Shu Lang muttered to himself, and threw out the remote control in his hand.

Toru Amuro looked back at the bomb behind him, only to realize that the countdown had stopped at the last second.

"he died?"

Shu Lang walked up to Amuro Toru, looked him straight in the eyes, trying to see the clue from his face.

"he died……"

Toru Amuro could only give such an answer.

"Then there's no way."

Shu Lang actually smiled, but there was despair in his smile.Under Amuro Toru's horrified gaze, he took out the gun he had taken away from him, took two steps back, and pointed the gun at his temple.

"Jing Guang is still waiting for me...I have to go back and find him."

madman!This is a madman!

Toru Amuro didn't know when and where his young boy provoked such a person, and he opened his mouth to stop him, but he couldn't find a reason to stop him.

"Shu Lang?"

Santa Claus does give presents to good kids.

Toru Amuro looked at the person who suddenly appeared on the rooftop in disbelief, and felt that he was dreaming for a moment.

"Hiro!"

"Jing Guang?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang was still wearing home clothes, he shivered subconsciously when the cold wind blew, and only then did he see clearly where he was and the surrounding situation.

He guessed the antecedent of this scene in an instant, and could only helplessly reveal a sorry smile to Amuro, who was kneeling on the ground in a panic, and called Shu Lang's name.

"Shu Lang, put the gun down."

He was used to listening to Zhu Fu Jingguang's words. Although his consciousness hadn't reacted yet, his body had already responded obediently.

Shu Lang lowered his arms slowly, but did not turn around.

"You turn around, I'm here, I'm right behind you."

Amuro felt that the man in front of him was like a marionette, moving according to Zhu Fu Jingguang's instructions.

Shu Lang turned around and saw his lover who had been searching for two days but only found one death.Zhu Fu Jingguang stepped on the slippers, revealing a scarred ankle. It was this that allowed Shu Lang to confirm that this was his Zhu Fu Jingguang.

His Zhufu Jingguang appeared in front of him well, and did not die in this cold winter day.

Shu Lang threw the gun away, rushed over to hug Zhu Fu Jingguang, bit his lips eagerly, and asked him for a kiss.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was a little embarrassed that his young tame dye was still tied aside.But still put his arms around the restless lover, and tenderly respond to his demands.

"Okay, okay, I'm here."

"Don't let go..."

"I didn't let go, I hugged you."

"I just want to go out and buy some food."

"I know, I was waiting for you to come back to cook for me at home, but I came here suddenly."

Those two people leaned together as if no one else was around, and Toru Amuro opened his eyes to watch Shu Lang transform from a crazy bomber to a kindergarten child who got separated from his guardian on the way home from school.

Another gust of wind blew over, and this time Toru Amuro couldn't bear it, and purposely sneezed loudly to show his presence.

Shu Lang looked over with indifferent eyes, was patted by Zhu Fu Jingguang's hair, and turned his head away from him.

He came back from the dead and the sudden appearance of Xiao Shuran gave him a familiar smile.But it was vaguely different, and Toru Amuro said that he couldn't come up with it.

His young tame ran opened his mouth as if to say something to him, but frowned and didn't say anything.

"Those shouldn't be able to say, but ordinary small talk doesn't seem to matter."

Zhu Fu Jingguang revealed a somewhat sly expression to Anshi: "Although I am not the Zhu Fu Jingguang you know, I think what we want to tell you should be the same."

"Take care of yourself, Zero."

After these words, Toru Amuro was the only one left on the rooftop.

His childhood appeared like a dream and disappeared like a dream.

For some reason, Toru Amuro suddenly remembered the man whispering just now.mumbling words.

"Christmas gift for a good boy?"

The author has something to say:

This chapter comes from the brain hole of Qingque Xiaocutie in the comment area.

I'm so happy to prostitute everyone's brains every day!I hope everyone will be more and more, and I will find time to write it when it smells good to me!

Brother Gao Ming said the original sentence, "People today are rude. Although they can speak, don't they have the heart of a beast?"

I don't know why it's Christmas, but it's Christmas anyway, anyway, it's Conan, it's okay to celebrate Christmas in November, probably...