Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

"Line up quietly for me! Don't be noisy!"

……

London, the dark underpass.

The muddy bricks and tiles leaked into the ground, more or less dripping on the faces of several children.

In the cold winter, I don't know how many people feel the cold touch and shiver.

The aisle is very wide, even if there are four or five lines of children, it doesn't seem crowded...

It's just that the looks of each team of children are different-yellow skin, black skin, white skin...

These children are all from different countries.

"Name, age?"

At the head of one of the teams, there is an adult who is in charge of registration.

He speaks broken Japanese...

A child he asked obviously didn't understand very well, he hesitated a few times, but the person didn't ask any more, just wrote a random number and let people pass by.

The children who will be here are basically orphans, and some have been abandoned since childhood, without a name, and it is normal to ask questions.

"Name, age."

Registration is boring, at least according to the person registering.

Just when he finished asking and wanted to wait until he basically wrote down a number, the child in front of him said:
"Kurosawa Zhen, seven years old."

The registration officer looked up in surprise, only to notice the child's unusual long silver hair and his face that didn't look like an Asian.

He hesitated for a moment before writing on the notebook.

"A formation of formations."

Probably because he was afraid that he would make a typo, the silver-haired boy even reminded him.

The registrant's eyes twitched, "Okay, let's go in."

Unlike other timid children, this silver-haired boy named Kurosawa Jin craned his neck to look at his notebook when he passed by him. After confirming that he had written correctly, he nodded in satisfaction and walked into the dark room. the tunnel.

After the boy left, the registration staff took out another pen and drew a circle on the name 'Kurosawa' with red ink.

"Next... name, age."

……

Kurosawa followed the others into the depths of the passage.

The environment inside makes people suddenly see the light:
A huge underground arena unfolds under the eyes of all children.

Kurosawa's eyelids twitched.

"It seems that the days to come will not be peaceful..."

He sighed inwardly.

However, the other children didn't realize what this huge bottom platform meant, and were led into a deeper passage by the adults——

There is their residence.

Looking at the prison-like iron fence and the bunk beds inside, Kurosawa sighed indistinctly.

Well, he can experience the feeling of squatting in the game in his lifetime.

"You guys live here... If you dare to make trouble, I will break his leg."

The person who led them in was a little indifferent, and his tone was very fierce.

Kurosawa felt the murderous intent on the opponent, frowned, and walked into the 'cell' first.

Seeing someone taking the lead, other children came in one after another after hesitating for a while.

But not long after, these children wrapped themselves in those neat and clean quilts amid cheers, and some even fell asleep directly...

"...It's so miserable."

...

Kurosawa looked at these children with some sympathy, and looked at the only remaining upper bunk himself, shook his head, and first walked around this slightly small 'prison cell'.

"There are electric lights, independent toilets, washing tools..."

It's quite complete.

After Kurosawa inspected the 'cell' like a territory, he climbed onto the bed under the strange eyes of several awake children.

……

The configuration in each 'cell' is similar: four bunk beds, a bathroom, and a separate bathroom...

Although they are all made of bare concrete, the environment is already very luxurious in the eyes of the children.

The fact that everyone has their own bedding already makes these children not want to leave here at all.

Kurosawa Jin actually feels a little bit about the comfortable living environment here.

It's just that when he touched the cold hard object under the pillow, his eyes darkened...

—a pocket knife.

He turned his head and glanced at the children who were still excited, without thinking about their future situation at all, and quietly stuffed the knife into his sleeve.

"Maybe ignorance is also a kind of happiness?"

The boy sighed, then looked at a small hole in the wall, silently tore some cotton wool from the quilt, and stuffed it into the hole.

……

Night... probably night.

Kurosawa looked at the wall clock on the wall pointing to 10 o'clock, and listened to the sound of the children sleeping soundly, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

His physique is completely incomparable with these children, and his development will not be affected if he does not sleep occasionally.

"They should have seen the code I left, right?"

Kurosawa Jin was playing with a knife in his hand, with a little worry in his eyes.

He knew he was being taken to England... originally he was in Japan.

Most importantly, his four friends are still in Japan...

But he didn't want his companions to be brought to this kind of place: his instinct told him that this was not a good place.

Even, this may be a place to cultivate some special 'talent'.

—Placing a knife under the pillow is the best proof.

Maybe every child has it under their pillow, maybe only a few have it...

But no matter what the situation is, there is an opportunity for them to kill each other.

-

The hour hand points to six o'clock.

The supervisors hit the bars of each cell with iron rods on time, making disturbing noises.

Kurosawa opened the door before the other party knocked, and looked at the adult with a blank expression.

"Who let you out?"

The strong man who knocked on the cell was stunned for a moment, then lowered his face, "Go in!"

The silver-haired boy tilted his head.

Just before the strong man wanted to grab him with his own hands and throw him in, the silver-haired boy suddenly jumped up, threw himself on the strong man, and sat on the other's shoulders.

At the same time, a sharp knife slipped out of his sleeve, and he directly pressed it against the strong man's neck.

"Damn it!"

He probably didn't expect things to turn out like this. Feeling the cold touch on his neck, he burst out his native language.

The strong man's cry attracted other managers in the passage.

A man in a tuxedo walked slowly from the end.

"Put the knife down, boy."

...

The Japanese of the swallowtail man is very standard.

A pair of pale blue eyes stared closely at the silver-haired boy.

And some adults nearby looked at this strong man jokingly, but no one came up to help pull the boy off him.

Kurosawa stared at the man in the tuxedo for a few seconds before stepping on the strong man's shoulder and jumping backwards for several meters...

"Your name is Kurosawa?"

"Yes."

"What a nice kid... come with me."

The man in the tuxedo led him out of the passage.

Before leaving, they all heard the angry voice of the strong man: "ill send him to the hell!"

The man in the tuxedo glanced back indifferently.

When he came back to his senses, he found that the kid next to him named Kurosawa also imitated his demeanor and glanced back.

The man in the tuxedo raised the corners of his mouth, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

'What an interesting kid...'

……

This is not a prison cell, but a training base.

The man in the tuxedo brought Kurosawa Jin to a separate small room.

The room was very clean and empty, with only a table and two chairs.

"Child, sit down."

The man in the tuxedo looked very kind, completely different from the men in black guarding the 'cell'.

But Kurosawa Jin will not be easily fooled by appearances.

He carefully observed the up and down of the chair, and after confirming that there was no problem, he sat down obediently.

At the same time, Kurosawa Jin did not ignore the expression of satisfaction shown by the man in the tuxedo when he made these actions.

The other party sat across from him, and said with a smile, "You are a very smart kid... Then, can you tell me why you didn't obey the order and ran out at this time?"

Kurosawa narrowed his eyes.

First, he quickly went through the other party's intentions in his mind.

This man's status in the 'prison' must be much higher than those men in black - and this is his purpose.

He knows very well that his life after being here will definitely not be peaceful, but he is not content to be mediocre. If he has been following the 'process' of these people honestly, he doesn't know how long it will be before he can leave here, and he doesn't know Is there still a chance to go out.

and so.

Kurosawa decided to gamble.

Give it a go, the bike turns into a motorcycle.

It doesn't matter even if it fails, Kurosawa is confident that he can escape a certain degree of pursuit in this dark underground...

However, from the current point of view, his unusual behavior and agility did attract the attention of the bosses of the men in black.

——Of course, it is impossible for him to express this purpose to the man in the tuxedo in front of him.

Therefore, Kurosawa began to talk nonsense in a serious manner: "I didn't disobey the instructions, but he said from the beginning that he would get up on time at six o'clock every day and go to the restaurant on time at 06:30 to gather, but he didn't say that from 06:30 to [-]:[-] :[-] not allowed to leave the room."

In all fairness, these words are not nonsense.

Just being picky on purpose.

The man in the tuxedo was also stunned for a moment, then laughed as if he heard something funny, and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, there is indeed no such rule... Hahaha!"

...

"..."

Seeing the other party laugh outrageously for a while, Kurosawa wondered if the man's smile was too low.

The other party smiled for a long time before slowing down, and said with a smile: "It took a lot of time, um...you are very good, and I will focus on you in future training.

Well, you can go to the restaurant now...

Oh, by the way, my name is Alex, you can also call me instructor, if someone asks you why you went there, just say I said it. "

Alex patted Kurosawa on the shoulder twice with a smile, and then hurriedly left the cubicle.

It can be said that it comes and goes in a hurry.

This man named Alex seemed to have said something to him, but in fact he didn't reveal anything, only a name.

'Perhaps, that's not the name either. '

Kurosawa thought to himself.

If it's a name, the English name 'Alex' is too short, let alone it's still in the UK...

Moreover, in the appearance of the other party, there are mostly Asian features.

'Alex' might be a nickname or something.

"Well, no matter what it is, the goal has been achieved." Kurosawa took a deep breath, stood up, and quickly walked out of the cubicle.

It took him a lot of energy to deal with that strong man before.

He can now be sure that the people here are not ordinary people, and the strong man in black is already comparable to the garrison soldiers.

Just as Kurosawa was about to leave the room, unexpectedly, Alex suddenly left and returned.

And came back in a hurry.

As soon as the other party came back, he stared at Kurosawa Zhen's face.

After staring at the latter inexplicably for a while, the other party slowly said: "Where were you brought here from?"

Kurosawa was stunned for a moment, and answered honestly: "Japan."

"I know it's Japan... Where is Japan?"

"... Hiroshima."

"Have you ever been sick? Do you know why your hair is white?"

"Instructor, I have never been sick, and the color of my hair is natural."

Kurosawa responded calmly.

It is impossible to be sick if you are sick, and it is impossible to have it in this life.

"Oh, so..."

Alex's deep eyes stared at him for a long time, and then slowly moved away after a long while.

"Okay, it's okay, let's go to the restaurant... I still have something to do."

After all, he hurriedly left.

It made Kurosawa Zhen confused:
If there is something to do, there is something to do, why tell him?

This instructor... is a bit inexplicable.

Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery