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

Chapter 2 Countdown to three months
As night falls, the sanatorium falls into darkness.

Gin did not leave. He stayed in a ward with closed doors and windows. He stood at just the right angle so that his back would not be exposed to the window and he could immediately see the movement outside the window and door.

At this time, there was silence outside the window, and there were no stars in the cloudless night sky. There was only a waning moon hanging high, bringing moonlight all over the ground.

In front of him, Qingliu Binguang was lying unconscious on the hospital bed, and he had not woken up from the evening until now.

Given how dangerous this guy was, Gin didn't let down his guard.He didn't take off the electronic shackles on his feet, and even considered adding a more powerful pair.

The smell of smoke spread in the small ward. Gin was smoking and talking to someone on his cell phone.

"...It sounds serious. Are you hearing hallucinations? I didn't notice it at all when I met him last time."

It was rare that the Thousand-Faced Witch Belmode did not act as the Riddler in the organization, and she communicated with him about the condition of her colleagues normally.

"How much time does he have left?" she asked with interest.

"Three months."

The cigarette in Gin's mouth shook slightly, and the ash on the front did not fall off. His voice was particularly clear in this room.

"Given his special status, the gentleman gave him up to three months of 'recovery' time."

"If he still hasn't returned to normal before December..."

He glanced at Qingliu Binguang on the bed.

Gin, Arnisette (anise liqueur).

These are the two base liquors for the Silver Bullet Cocktail.

In many stories, silver bullets are special effects weapons against werewolves, vampires and other monsters. Therefore, they are also likened to an extremely effective solution. Later, they gradually became synonymous with killers and trump cards.

That gentleman gave them such code names because he wanted them to become the aces of the organization.

They have known each other for 14 years.

Gin is five years older than him and has never met his parents; Aoyagi Binguang is a second-generation member of the organization. His father has a very high status in the American branch. When he was ten years old, he brought him back to the organization and gave him various gifts. The best resources to train him.

Gin's real name is Kurosawa Jin, and he rarely uses pseudonyms; "Aoyagi Binguang" is not his real name at all, but they pieced it together based on their favorite mystery novels, and it is only used for a shorter period of time than the code name.

In the past 14 years, Aoyagi Binguang has only appeared in front of a few members.Gin is one of those few members, and they have cooperated many times to complete various tasks.

Even if they have been raising dogs for 14 years, they can get along with each other perfectly. Gin has no feelings, let alone the so-called companionship, but he does not object to interacting with the talented Aoyagi Binguang.

But three months ago, the situation took a turn for the worse.

At the end of May, after Aoyagi Binguang celebrated his 24th birthday in Quantico, Gin suddenly discovered that the other party had serious mental problems that could not be ignored.

To put it simply - he might be crazy.

"...At that time, I will clean him up with my own hands."

Gin's tone was cold.The organization will not tolerate members with serious mental defects. In the past three months plus the next three months, giving him a total of half a year to adjust is already a special preferential treatment.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and a few seconds later, Belmode's voice rang again.

"What did his father say?"

"His exact words were - it's up to you."

He didn't know how the father and son got along in private, but in front of other people in the organization, Aoyagi Binguang would always call each other only his code name, and Ginjiu had never heard him call him father.

This is not because they deliberately hide the relationship between father and son or because he has a middle-aged child, but because they have a normal relationship.

If Aoyagi Binguang is given a chance, he doesn't mind joining the orphanage manually; his father doesn't even care about black-haired people giving black-haired people, even if he has to give it to him personally, he won't blink an eye.

The smile in Belmod's voice deepened: "He is indeed a cold man. He has no tenderness at all even for his only remaining child."

There has never been that kind of thing in the organization. Gin sneered at Belmod's words in his heart. He glanced at the clock on the wall opposite: "If you are here to express your sympathy and condolences to him, I will wait until he wakes up." I'll tell him."

The phone call ended like this, and Gin put away the phone.He reconfirmed the status of the patient on the bed, and then walked to the bedside table, on which were placed the things Aoyagi Binguang originally carried.

A mobile phone and accompanying laptop.

A Night Demon DOH111 tactical fixed knife.

A Belgian FN57 pistol.

A Glock 17 pistol.

A piece of spicy chocolate.

A pack of mustard candies.

a lighter.

a passport.

Finally, a set of FBI credentials.

Gin looked at Aoyagi Binguang's rare serious face on the ID card and took out the things inside.

It was an armband with a pattern of an eagle standing on a chain and spreading its wings, with a line of words embroidered underneath.

Servare Vitas (Save Lives).

This is the motto of the FBI HRT rescue team.

The main mission of this paramilitary anti-terrorism tactics unit is to rescue hostages, but also to directly attack terrorists and criminals. Each team member will undergo rigorous training and is an elite member of the FBI.

Aoyagi Binguang is a member of the organization, but at the same time, he is also an active member of the FBI's HRT unit.

——He is an undercover agent sent to the FBI by the black organization.

This is the reason why most people in the organization cannot see his true face, and if Gin wants to see him, he will leave the vodka and come alone, and at the same time, it will prevent others from being curious.

The undercover agents sent out by the organization are often second-generation members whose parents have worked for the organization. These members grew up in the organization and are more loyal than those who joined as adults.

Joining the FBI requires a background check, and his father started preparing for it when he was a teenager. He handed him over to his uncle to raise him, and kept his background and organization clean.Even the second-in-command Rum only knew that the organization had such an undercover agent, but didn't know what he looked like.

Developing this identity is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and the organization will not give up on him unless it is absolutely necessary.

But on the other hand, once he really wants to give up, he will definitely die. Even if he is pursued to the end of the world, he will be smashed to pieces without leaving even a little bit of information to the FBI.

Gin held the FBI ID with a look of disgust on his face, but he still put the epaulette and the ID into his pocket.Then, he seemed to notice something and turned to look at Aoyagi Binguang.

He stared at it steadily for a few seconds, then a sinister smile suddenly appeared on his face.He raised his hand and pointed the Beretta directly at the center of Qingliu Binguang's forehead. The safety was turned on and he was ready to shoot at any time.

"Did you hear what you said just now?"

Qingliu Binguang slowly opened his eyes on the bed.

Those light brown eyes were clear, and it was obvious that he had been awake for a long time.

"I heard it. In three months, you have to prove that you are normal and can continue to serve the organization, otherwise you will die - is this right?... It has been this same routine for many years, and there is nothing new..."

He raised his finger and pushed the muzzle away.

Gin noticed that the usually calm Aoyagi Binguang's tone was now a little inexplicably irritable, and his eyes didn't seem to be looking at him, but at a point of nothingness in the air.

He guessed right.

Between the two of them, something translucent and similar to a game pop-up window appeared.

[——Congratulations on becoming the seventh player in the world of "Detective Conan". 】

(End of this chapter)