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

Chapter 168 Black and Red (Part )

An eagle flies over a busy street in Yokohama.

The disaster in Cupido Town did not affect this place. There was no rain in this area just now. The end of the sky was burning with a beautiful sunset, coating the bodies of passers-by with a warm orange light.

A young woman with ear-length hair was walking among the crowd. She looked up at the eagle above and stuffed the ticket deep in her pocket.

Voices continued to come from the other end of the phone: "We have not received any news of citizen casualties so far. The embassy has issued a travel warning for the country..."

"It's good that no one died." She said happily.

The more than 300-meter-long road could be walked quickly. She looked at the streets where the two countries' languages ​​​​combined and seemed a bit nondescript, and sighed softly.

At this moment, she felt another cell phone vibrate in her arms.

The young woman's face changed slightly: "Contact me over there, I'll hang up first."

"Okay, you have to be more careful yourself!"

The phone hung up and she quickly took out another cell phone. She seemed to be very sure of the safety of the area and opened the email directly to check the content.

It's from Rum.

[Gin lost the qualification to supervise the drug project in Japan, and I took over. Now you go to Miwa Town, where Shirley is...]

"..."

The woman frowned slightly when she saw the large amount of information.

She had just met with him to explain the progress of the mission, and he gave her a new mission, and this mission involved the very important Shirley and drug research, which should only be done by confidants...

...is it working?

Her mood was a little complicated, but her subordinates quickly responded to the impatient boss without hesitation.

【receive. ——Grain】

She put her phone away and put it with the third phone in her pocket.

The woman passes by a supermarket. Two middle-aged women carrying a lot of things came out of the door. One of them was elegant and bookish.

When she saw this lady, she moved a little slower, intent on listening to their conversation.

"Is your husband okay?" another asked.

The bookish lady sighed: "Don't mention it. I went out for a walk with him in the afternoon, and he suddenly had a headache. Fortunately, a kind-hearted man carrying a musical instrument bag helped him up, and then the pain went away..."

"However, he returned to his previous arrogant appearance. He originally agreed to be interviewed by a media outlet, but before I sent him back and went out to buy groceries, he called me and declined."

"My husband is really weird. He is a member of the Academy, but he doesn't like to interact with outsiders... So far, he has only been interviewed by the red-haired female reporter, right?"

The young woman stopped listening to their exchange, tightened the strap of her guitar bag on her shoulders, and left quickly.

She walked down an alley. Suddenly, as if she felt something in the dark, she turned to look at the row of trash cans placed against the wall. The eagle swooped down from the sky and landed on the eaves of a roof.

……

A black rabbit huddles behind a trash can.

He seemed to have traveled a long distance, his hair was dirty, and his whole body was shivering.

Hearing the noise, he raised his head.

He saw the sun sinking in the distance, and the last ray of sunlight passed through the narrow and crowded alley and fell on the woman in front of him. Her eyes were a brown-red color that was particularly similar to the afterglow of the setting sun.

This brown-red color is about to sink into eternal darkness.

Dusk has come.

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Qingliu Binguang woke up to the rustling sound.

After finishing the phone call with Belmode, he fell asleep without even realizing it and didn't even eat. Hearing the noise, he alertly wanted to touch the gun. After seeing the face that was the same as his own, he relaxed instantly.

"came back?"

"Well, the plane arrived half an hour earlier than scheduled. I thought you might be here, so I came over."

His real body was standing at the table, wearing a winter coat suitable for the Moscow weather. He answered while packing the things in his hands.

Qingliu Binguang watched his movements and sat up from the floor.

There was a cup of hot tea on the round table, which the main body must have just brewed. He picked it up and took a sip, feeling his body suddenly warm.

Then, he told everything that happened in the past few days, from the interrogation of Mrs. Hojo in Scotland to the failure of the fake death plan and the forced evacuation.

He doesn't have any "me talking to me" awkwardness at all, he's very used to it. He'd done it thousands of times in the past.

"I gave that book to Scotland, and the fingerprints on it were his."

Only the eyes, voice, and scars cannot be changed in the system's face-squeezing function. Other aspects can be changed, including fingerprints. During a previous meeting, Aoyagi Binguang touched Scotland's hand. This was not to tease or harass him, but to copy his fingerprints for his own use.

"Scotland escapes, Bourbon will also evacuate, and the plot modification restrictions are opened... I put the video of Katsutoshi Teraoka shooting ordinary people online..."

After Scotland was exposed, the criminal police officer would be arrested immediately, and the handle to control him would naturally be useless, so Aoyagi Binguang asked Vodka to upload it to the public network platform.

There were so many incidents today, the most serious one being that an apartment building was detonated and collapsed due to police errors. If another video of the police shooting innocent people is released, the people will be even more frightened and public opinion will explode.

Aoyagi Binguang doesn't have much ill will towards undercover agents, Japanese police and public security. He doesn't like to express his anger, but this doesn't stop him from occasionally wanting to disgust them.

——Because back then, it was Witte, the undercover Japanese police officer, who brought Anatoly into the organization.

The strong anger boiled completely at this moment, and was quickly controlled. Aoyagi Binguang put down the teacup as if nothing had happened.

"I killed Kotomine Qiao Na. She wanted to avenge her sister, and I understood her mentality very well... But because she looked into my eyes and understood the tone of my words, I still killed her and never relented."

"Gin may have been tricked. In order to gain BOSS's trust and get a chance to meet him... I disguised myself as Kotomine Joanna to interview the expert and steal his latest drug research results. BOSS was not happy with the high-level relationship being too good, so he would Reward me while being careful about anything related to Gin's exposure to drugs..."

"Jealousy and Arrogance exited, and the rabbit also left. It may be that the player has a special state after death, and he can see me as a skill clone, and I was dealing with Binga at the time."

"There may be a problem with Arrogant Exit. At that time, through the hearing sharing of the animal messenger, I heard the footsteps of another person coming from the Hojo house."

"It's really annoying to plan behind the scenes. Even if I try to imitate my brother's past ideas, there are still several places where I almost overturn..."

Qingliu Binguang explained everything one by one.

The main body in front of him bent down, and the two identical faces looked at each other for a moment, and he covered his eyes with his palms.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Aoyagi Binguang said softly while canceling the skill.

In an instant, he was the only one left in the room. The exhaustion of both people was accumulated in one body at the same time, making him almost unable to hold on and almost fell to the ground.

But he still stood, his back straight, not overwhelmed by the tremendous pain.

Qingliu Binguang sorted out his memories, took off his heavy winter clothes, and slowly sat down in the same position at the round table.

He didn't touch the meal that had gone cold for a long time, and ignored the book. He picked up a small, exquisitely packaged gift box from the side and opened it.

Inside is a Patek Philippe watch that is the same as the one he holds. It is a gift he intends to give to Anatoly on November 11 this year, a day homophonic in Japanese for "Good Brother".

He knew this gift would never be given away, but he bought it anyway.

……

Aoyagi Binguang knew that Anatoly was dead.

On May 5 this year, he knew and accepted this fact. He stayed up all night that day, celebrated his birthday alone the next day, and was approached by the so-called game system.

Gin thought he was crazy, maybe because he acted too calm and normal afterwards, without any pain of losing a loved one.

This person is like this. If he is too sad, he will dislike being emotional, but if he is not sad, he will also wonder if the other person has a mental problem.

It's not that Aoyagi Binguang is not suffering, but whether it was fourteen years ago or a few months ago, he clearly knew that anger, tears and madness could not solve any problem.

Only by letting yourself survive first, suppressing all anger and showing loyalty, and winning the trust of more senior officials, especially the BOSS, can you possibly touch the foundation of the organization, destroy it, and avenge your mother and brother.

Yes, Aoyagi Binguang has never been loyal to the organization. More than anyone else in the world, he hopes that this crow army will disappear completely.

However, due to his special background, it is destined to be difficult for him to find helpers. His mother is from the KGB. He truly hates the organization and will not surrender to the FBI or any American intelligence agency.

It is impossible for him to surrender to other countries. His crimes are enough to be jailed for hundreds of years or sentenced to death no matter where he is. They won't trust him either.

He is such a villain who hopes that his enemy will die, but also hopes that he can live and be free.

Qingliu Binguang returned to the tower, greeted his neighbors, and entered his residence.

He bought this when he and Anatole came to Japan together many years ago. Two of the bedrooms were decorated according to their respective eye colors.

The color of one room is cooler, a dark green that is a little darker than turquoise;

The other room is in warm colors, with brown sheets and carpets. It faces well and can let in more sunlight. This room was his, and Anatole gave him more light.

Qingliu Binguang walked to the window and looked at the face reflected above.

His game skill [Big Lie] can split into a clone that looks exactly like him. This clone has equal memory and will, and can achieve perfect cooperation with him.

He liked this skill very much. Every time he used it, he always felt as if Anatole was still alive, or even right next to him.

——But he knew that this was just a big lie.

Qingliu Binguang looked at the face so close and smiled. He leaned over and gently pressed his forehead against it.

Through the blurry and familiar face, he saw the sun rising outside, the sunlight piercing the night and shining on him.

Dawn is coming.

(End of this chapter)