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

The girl eventually enrolled in a local university.

The school is located in a suburban university town, and Gu Sheo accompanied her to complete the report. After the military training ended and school officially started, she would occasionally take the subway there and accompany the girl to have a meal around the school before coming back.

Meanwhile, she continued her anti-drug work herself.

At noon on a Sunday, Gushe finished all the chores and went out with the team leader.

There were only two of them on this trip, and the team leader had specially taken her there because he wanted to visit an old friend.

Gushe, who has been involved in anti-drug work for several years, will have close contact with police officers who have gone undercover for the first time.

However, the place where she saw him was not at home, not at the police station, not at the hospital, and not at any cemetery or cemetery.

— but in a drug rehab center.

……

In the visiting room, through the glass, Gushe heard the dull sound of the cane tapping on the ground.

She had already heard about his identity and experience from the team leader on the way here, and she felt very complicated. As soon as he heard the movement, he suddenly raised his head and faced a haggard face.

A man wearing blue clothing from a drug rehabilitation center sat across from them, leaning on a cane.

The man's hair is half white and he is already a bit old. He was very thin, and the teeth exposed when he opened his mouth showed signs of corrosion. Anyone with a little experience could tell that he had taken drugs.

Gushe thought a lot along the way, but when she saw that face, she forgot everything. The team leader naturally picked up the phone, and the other party also picked up the receiver.

"Does the injury on your leg still hurt?" the team leader asked.

The man in front of him moved his mouth.

Gushe didn't understand such a high-end skill as lip reading, so her eyes fell on the crutch he casually placed next to her.

He had injuries on his legs that left him unable to stand and walk normally.

One was when he was arresting a drug dealer, he was stabbed so deep that his bones were visible;

The other one was a wound left after an operation on the thigh and femoral artery, which caused infection and muscle necrosis in that area due to drug injection.

——If you inject drugs for a long time, it will cause blood vessels to stiffen. He could no longer hit his arm and had to find a place on his thigh.

From beginning to end, Gushe didn't dare to look at his legs.

Even though it was blocked by glass, a calling station, and clothes, she still seemed to see the horrific scene of a piece of flesh being dug out of the skin.

Gushe felt the man inside looking at her. She slowly raised her head and took the initiative to meet his gaze.

do not be afraid.

Gushe told herself in her heart.

She didn't do anything wrong, so why panic?

She is an active anti-drug police officer and has solved many cases. She will continue on this road in the future;

The man in front of him is a former undercover agent, a former policeman, and a current detainee in a drug rehabilitation center.

If she is even afraid of this, how can she continue to investigate cases in the future? How to fight those prisoners? Those prisoners don't care whether you are a boy, a girl, old or young, as long as you block the way, they will attack you viciously...

At this time, the man glanced at the team leader, who handed the microphone to her.

Gushe took the phone.

Each of her fingers tightened around the handle of the microphone.

"What's your name?" the man asked.

"...Sheath."

After Gushe finished speaking, she realized that she was too nervous and quickly made her voice calmer.

“The grain of the rice, the scabbard of the sword.”

The man smiled.

"It's like a name Lao Gu would give."

Gushe was stunned: "...you know my dad?"

"Of course I do."

A smile that had never appeared before bloomed on the man's haggard face. His eyes seemed to fall somewhere and he said slowly.

"We used to be colleagues. He came a year later than me, but got married earlier than me. As soon as you were born, he kept yelling at me. First he said you were cute, and then he said you were chubby. When you were born, he kept talking to me. My wife is so troubled, if it weren’t for me..."

The next words stopped abruptly.

The team leader took back the microphone from the silent Gushe's hand. …

Gushe walked out of the drug rehabilitation center.

The sun outside made her eyes hurt. She sat back in the car and buckled her seat belt without saying a word.

The last words the man just said to her were still ringing in her ears.

"If you don't touch it, you will be suspected, and the action will fail directly...but if you touch it, you will destroy yourself."

"Don't touch this thing. I just can't fucking quit it... I can't quit it at all..."

Gushe took a deep breath.

The team leader followed him into the car, and the first thing he did was light a cigarette.

The sheath didn't stop.

She doesn't smoke it herself, but basically all her colleagues do. Drinking is too much of a delay, and smoking is the only safer way for them to relax their mental stress.

"Doesn't it feel good?" the team leader asked.

Gushe nodded, her heart heavy.

There was obviously no blood or danger in the meeting just now.

There are no scenes of the undercover police officers being caught and being brutally retaliated and tortured as described in the news or rumors in detail, nor is there the violence and thrills that they usually encounter when making arrests.

The two men, who were about the same age as her father, just chatted and said a few words very briefly.

But it was such a simple statement that Gushe couldn't bear to listen to every minute and every second she spent there. Until now, her whole body was cold.

Silence spread in the car until the team leader finished smoking and sighed.

"He's not the only one, and he's not the last one," the team leader said. "That's what being an undercover agent is like."

Gushe closed her eyes hard, and the words "I can't quit" that sounded hoarse and sounded like she was about to vomit blood echoed in her ears again.

There are many characters in movies and TV shows who are forced to take drugs. The scenes of them struggling to quit drugs are very realistic, and they can actually quit drugs later... But in reality, it is almost impossible to happen.

——Who can give up eating when hungry, drinking when thirsty, and sleeping when sleepy?

Most people can't even quit smoking, and they don't even have the self-control to lose weight for health, let alone drugs that are a hundred or a thousand times more dangerous?

Many drug addicts survive several years in drug rehabilitation centers just to take another puff after leaving - even if they have to be imprisoned again later - that is the real motivation to keep them going.

Gushe didn't shed any tears and calmed down again after a few seconds.

"Undercover... is really more difficult than the usual jobs..."

She sat up straight, opened her eyes and looked forward.

"Much harder."

Especially undercover for a long time.

The fear of being invited to take drugs, the guilt of breaking up the family due to the drugs sold by oneself, and the greedy heart unknowingly born under the temptation of huge profits after one successful sale can be worth years of hard work...

Any one item can drag people into the abyss.

Gushe was afraid of the consequences of taking drugs, regretted the experiences of his colleagues, felt angry and resentful towards the criminals, and also despised his own incompetence.

She knew that her fear at this time was unnecessary - because with her talents, she was not qualified to be selected as an undercover agent.

Her physical fitness test was mediocre and she could pass the test, but she never got a perfect score. Her psychological test scores were excellent, which was praised by the strictest teacher in the police academy.

But so what?

Among those who truly have the consciousness to enter this field, who has a poor psychological quality?

She is just the most inconspicuous of them all.

The team leader has seen more than Gushe, and has emerged from the shadow of reality earlier than she has. He was about to leave when Gushe's cell phone suddenly rang.

If something happened in the bureau, she would definitely contact the team leader first. Gu Sheo knew it was her personal matter as soon as she heard it. She apologized to the team leader and then picked up the phone.

"Hey?"

"Sister Gu!"

The girl's anxious voice came from the other side.

"There seems to be someone selling 'laughing gas' in the KTV near our school!"

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The next chapter is the first death of the heroine. (End of chapter)