Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

Chapter 1 There is a kind of madness that makes my colleagues think I am crazy

At dusk, the hour of magic.

In a remote nursing home, the setting sun fell through the window.Gin, who was wearing a black coat, walked through the afterglow on the ground and walked forward without looking back.

This time he traveled alone, and it was rare that he didn't bring his little brother vodka with him.He walked through the empty corridor and stopped in front of a closed treatment room.

There is a sign hanging on the left side of the door.

【MECT treatment room】

……

The medical room is quite dark.

There were no lights on inside, only the screen of the treatment equipment gave off a faint light.

A middle-aged doctor with a slightly bald head stood beside the hospital bed and removed the electrodes from the man's head.

MECT stands for non-convulsive electroconvulsive therapy.

After injecting anesthetics and muscle relaxants, a short-term weak current is released to stimulate the patient's brain, causing the patient to lose consciousness and convulse the whole body, thereby achieving the purpose of treatment.

——Currently, it is widely used in the treatment of various mental illnesses.

The doctor who had worked for the organization for many years looked at the patient on the bed and sighed softly.

The patient's face was covered with a white cloth. All he could see was that he had wheat-colored skin that looked like he had been sunbathed, and his long black and thick hair, with inconspicuous curls, pressed against the white diseased body. Take it.

When the patient first came in a week ago, he was wearing a straitjacket with his hands crossed in front of him, a hood covering his face that did not expose his eyes and mouth, and an electronic shackle on his right foot.

Also coming in with him was a medical examination report without any photos.

There is no name, the code part is blacked out, and you can only barely make out that the code begins with A.

At the same time, the man who sent him in ordered - his face must not be seen, otherwise there will be consequences.

Therefore, in the past few days, we have used the small window under the door to deliver food to him and collect a change of clothes. No one else will enter the room. When he was receiving treatment, the nurse also reminded him at the door first and told him to cover his face before they went in. He pushed out.

The patient's chest was rising and falling weakly, and he was struggling to prevent him from suddenly waking up. Even though he was injected with anesthesia and muscle relaxants, his hands, especially his dominant left hand, were still tightly bound to the armrest of the hospital bed.

The doctor has been wondering who he is and why he is not allowed to see his face.
...Female saint?
He has worked hard for the organization over the years, and was even lucky enough to see Rum's true face more than ten years ago.The young man in front of me cannot have a higher status than the second in command, right?

The doctor frowned slightly. With the mentality of some doctors who are responsible for their patients to the end, and with a little secret curiosity, he picked up the dry paper towel on one side, wanted to uncover the white cloth on the other person's face, and wipe away the smear on his two sides for him. Conductive paste on the temporal side.

However, in the next second——

A hand suddenly raised up and firmly grasped his wrist, stopping him from unveiling the white cloth.

"You better not do that."

"?!!"

The doctor was shocked.

Only then did he realize that the restraints used to restrain the patient's hands had been untied at some point.Several metal buckles were completely damaged and could no longer be used, but he didn't hear any movement during the process.

The man lying on the hospital bed covered his face with a white cloth with his right hand. The upper half of his face was tightly covered, leaving only his mouth exposed, and then let go of his left hand.

"If he saw my face, Mr. Killer behind you, whose face is half black, would kill someone on the spot."

The man said, raising the corners of his mouth and showing a kind smile.

In the doctor's eyes, this smile was like a devil's bloody mouth. He suddenly looked back and faced Gin's expressionless face.The doctor's facial expression began to distort due to excessive shock and fear.

"..."

Gin looked down at the trembling doctor, his eyes under the long hair without warmth.It was rare that he didn't pull out his hand from his coat pocket, and only ordered coldly: "Get out." After all, the doctor had been organizing for many years, so he immediately realized and ran towards the door.

"Swipe—bang!"

Hearing the slamming of the door, the man on the hospital bed sat up and threw the white cloth in his hand aside.

Under the cloth was a young and handsome face. He half-raised his head and looked at Gin, with helplessness written all over his face.

"It's too much."

He had obviously just received electrotherapy, but he didn't seem to have any common sequelae such as headaches, nausea, and amnesia. His expression and tone were the same as before, with an irritating familiarity.

"It's rare for me to take a long vacation. The first thing I did when I flew back from the United States was to see you, and you actually sent me directly to the organization's treatment center?"

"Especially this room, this is a place to treat mental illness."

"Do you think I have a mental problem, Gin? I have to wear a black coat and drive around the world in a conspicuous classic car even on a hot day. Are you normal?"

"..."

Gin looked at the man in front of him with no expression on his face.

"Ani... Seth."

When saying this code name, Gin seemed to be chewing something dirty.

Can't spit it out, can't swallow it either.

The man noticed the disgust in his tone and smiled nonchalantly: "If you can't pronounce this code name, just call me 'Aoyagi Binguang'. Anyway, this is the name I use now."

"——We got it together." He added slowly.

Gin's expression suddenly became more disgusting, as if the dirty thing had accidentally slipped into his stomach.He stared at him and originally wanted to say something, but at this moment, he saw the man with a relaxed expression suddenly frowning.

"……Did you hear it?"

"what?"

Gin held the Beretta tightly with his left hand and quietly entered a state of preparation for war. He planned to shoot and break the hands and feet of the person in front of him when he suddenly attacked. He had to strike first, otherwise he would be the unlucky one. This is the hospital, where people can be rescued even after being beaten to death.

"A voice."

Aoyagi Binguang gave a more accurate description of the sound without attacking.

"The sound is a processed electronic sound. I can't tell whether it's male or female. It invites me to play a game."

"The name of that game is "Name..."

Gin couldn't listen anymore.He suddenly raised his left hand and hit Qingliu Binguang directly on the neck with the gun butt. Qingliu Binguang reacted faster and tilted his head to the side, easily avoiding it.

Gin, who had long expected that he could dodge, sneered and did not attack again. He kept his right hand in his pocket and pressed the button of the controller hard.

Qingliu Binguang's eyes widened, and the electronic shackles on his feet vibrated, releasing a sufficient amount of electricity.He tilted his body, fell back on the bed, and passed out.

"..."

Gin looked at him steadily, and only lowered the muzzle of his gun after confirming that he was really unconscious.

... an illusion?

The most cautious man in the organization glanced past Aoyagi Binguang's face.

It always felt like before he pressed the remote control, the person in front of him had already fainted due to other factors...

(End of this chapter)