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

At the same time, Japan.

It was late at night in Tokyo at this time, and as most ordinary people fell asleep, it was time for some criminals to engage in group activities.

In a bar under the organization's name, Gushe, with short black hair and always a tired look on his face, was waiting at a round table, gently twiddling the mint leaves in the cocktail glass in front of him.

The hour hand pointed to 12 o'clock, and a tall figure finally walked towards this direction. She looked up and saw Gin sitting opposite her with an expressionless expression.

Gushe has known this person, the most authentic person in the organization, for nearly two years, and has long been accustomed to his cold face. But this time, she looked at the other person's face for a few more seconds, and then couldn't help but speak.

"Are you in a bad mood?"

His expression was similar to the time when Vodka couldn't help but praise the virtues of rum... Oh, no, it seems a little more disgusting now.

Gin held the cigarette in his mouth for a moment and glanced at her with cold eyes.

"Don't learn from Chianti and their bad habits, Glenn." He said in a cold tone, and then went straight to the point, "Stuff."

Gushe just asked casually, and Ginjiu was disgusted, so she naturally wouldn't say anything more. She was not someone who dared to provoke the members of the organization at will. She directly opened the inner pocket of her coat and reached out to retrieve the contents.

It was a box the size of a palm, and it felt cold to the touch when she held it tightly in her hand. Gushe felt a strange throbbing feeling in her heart, but she didn't show it on the surface. She naturally placed the medicine box on the table and pushed it to Gin.

Gin didn't say much and opened the medicine box in front of her.

Inside were 12 red and white pills.

Gin raised his eyes and saw that this meant that the nearby environment was safe and he could speak on the spot. Gushe, who was familiar with him, picked up what he could say and spoke:
"This is a replica of a past study."

She introduced in a low voice.

"Due to the lack of some data, only a semi-finished product has been produced... However, during the experimental phase, this drug had unexpected effects. Whether it was a rat or a human who took the drug, they would die quickly, and no toxins could be found in the autopsy. "

"The gentleman asked me to give you a copy. You can use it in future missions depending on the situation."

Gin listened quietly without interrupting or asking for details. He didn't close the lid until he finished listening to the narration.

"Use it according to the situation...So, can this thing really create a perfect crime?"

The corners of his mouth raised, whether he was happy or sarcastic.

Gushe replied: "Absolutely. However, there are currently only a small amount of finished products of this medicine. Its production cost is high and it cannot be mass-produced. It can only be used on special occasions."

Gin frowned slightly when he heard the production cost, then put the medicine in his coat pocket.

After completing the handover of the special medicine and making sure there were no other items or tasks, Gin quickly left and sat here for less than five minutes from beginning to end.

Gushe watched the back of him leaving, and watched the box of medicine - APTX4869, which was developed by Shirley based on the "Silver Bullet" information and started the main story - being taken away by him, feeling a twitch in her heart.

As a time traveler, I personally handed over this kind of poison that has a high probability of killing people and a small probability of shrinking people... Although it is to promote an important plot, it still feels terrible...

Gushe, who was in a complicated mood, quickly drank the remaining wine, paid for the wine and the glass, and took the wine glass that left traces of her identity out of the bar.

The black Toyota was parked on the street, and the light from the streetlight shone in from the side of the passenger seat. In this light, she saw a venomous green snake raising its head on the seat and nodding slightly to her.

Seeing the snake make such a spiritual move, Gushe was not surprised, nor was he scared. Instead, he looked relaxed.

She drove away from the bar and quickly turned onto the main street outside. She habitually reviewed today's itinerary.

Visited Junerik, concerned about the progress of the experiment, completed...Simulated sniper attack at the training ground, completed...Received an email from the BOSS, went to Curacao and asked her for medicine, agreed on a time to give the medicine to Gin, completed...Next …

Gushe looked at her hand holding the steering wheel, and couldn't help but sigh softly when she saw the system ring.

There is one last piece of work.

……

Pure black system space.

A row of sleeping cabins stood quietly. After the cabin doors were closed, people outside could not see clearly inside. This is the system's protection measure for players who have quit.

Gushe took a shower after returning home, and then entered the system space. By the time she reached the top area, Aoyagi Binguang had already arrived. He leaned against the only desk, flipping through the things on the desk, and looked towards her when he heard the voice.

"Now that you're here, let's get started." He stood up straight.

"……it is good."

Gushe took a deep breath, walked to the table, sat down, and opened the textbook.

——It was full of Japanese that she could barely understand.

This is a special feature of system space.

In addition to time stasis, being unable to lie, and forcibly removing the player's face disguise, after the player applies, it can also turn off other plug-ins for the player, such as the automatic Japanese conversion function.

During the past year of forming an alliance, Gushe would come here for 1-2 hours almost every day, turn off his language function, and work hard to learn the language.

This was the initiative requested by Gushe.

It's not that she thinks she has too much time to use, she does this to make better use of her animal messengers.

Cornsheath has tested his own animal messengers. Eagles are various types of eagles, and they can also use genes to create hybrids with various advantages, but [human] messengers are different.

[People] created using the function of animal messengers, they have thoughts, memories and emotions, can copy other people's faces, DNA and fingerprints, and are absolutely loyal, but they have great limitations - their abilities are impossible surpass her.

The skills she has, they can master; the skills she doesn't have, no matter how taught, they will never be able to learn them.

This was the reason why the original human messenger could only speak Chinese, because the maker Gushe did not know Japanese, and her fluent English was forced by skills, not by herself.

Gushe explained this to Qingliu Binguang, and then asked him directly if he could teach her.

She did not play any emotional cards, and said that it would be very useful for her to learn Japanese, so that she could create a large number of low-level members to sneak into the organization, and even replace certain code members when necessary, and increase the water content of the organization by the ton...

A certain bottle of poisonous wine without any alcohol content was indeed very beneficial, so I readily agreed.

And he not only agreed, he even taught very responsibly, preparing desks, chairs and a lot of study materials to move into the space.

After being corrected again by Aoyagi Binguang again, Gushe looked at the notes in front of her and felt her temples twitching.

Aoyagi Binguang put down his pen and textbook: "You have just completed other tasks in reality, right?... Don't rush to learn a language. Take a rest first." Gushe, who had been running around all day today, sighed again.

"I suspect I'm a loser..." She complained to her language teacher in less than fluent Japanese.

Learning a language requires talent and hard work. Her talent is mediocre and her level of effort is average. She only has this little time in the space every day to learn. After all, she still has to spare enough energy to deal with the organization's tasks.

"That's not the case. You are already excellent."

Qingliu Binguang said patiently, deliberately slowing down his speech. His voice was always gentle when he spoke to her.

His mobile phone was placed on the desk, with the Japanese course video he found on it. Because time has stagnated, only teaching resources stored in electronic devices can be played here, and the Internet cannot be connected.

Gushe sat relaxedly in her position, she was silent, and the other party did not bother her. After the two were silent for a moment, Gushe suddenly looked at Qingliu Binguang's face.

"How many languages ​​do you speak?"

"To what extent do you master it?" Qingliu Binguang asked.

The sheath stuck for a moment, and then said in a subtle tone: "...comparable to Japanese."

Aoyagi Binguang opened his mouth, but for some reason no sound came out. A second later he said: "Russian, English, Japanese, Italian. These are the ones I am more fluent in."

Gushe instantly realized something was wrong: "Did you say less?"

She could see that Aoyagi Binguang's mouth shape was "four" at first, but since he couldn't lie, he couldn't say it, so he changed his words to say something specific. After all, saying less is just concealment and does not count as lying.

"...Yes, there is actually another one." Aoyagi Binguang said lightly, "But I was under a lot of pressure when learning this language, and I don't like it."

Seeing that he was so straightforward, Gushe didn't ask what the specifics were, and began to mentally count the languages ​​​​he mastered.

She heard Aoyagi Binguang mention his family background. His mother was a KGB agent who returned to Moscow to give birth to him, so she could speak Russian. Later, she was taken to the United States and learned English and Japanese for organizing the base camp. Finally...

"Italian?" Gushe was a little surprised, "Why this one?"

English is the most widely used language in the world, with Chinese taking the top two spots due to its numerical advantage, followed by Hindi, Spanish... Italian is mainly used in Italy, with not many users in other regions.

...It can’t be because of the mafia, right?

"Because the family behind Goldwasser and BOSS's mother immigrated to the United States from Italy." Aoyagi Binguang said, "I'm sorry, because it involves him, I didn't tell you this before."

Gushe was not angry. In this year of exchanges, she had a rough idea of ​​what kind of person Aoyagi Binguang was in front of her.

His experience is indeed pitiful, but it is hard to sympathize with him, because he is cold-blooded, extremely selfish, and betrays at any time - he will stab innocent people and even benefactors in the back, and seize every opportunity to squeeze the last bit of value out of others. He also likes to poke people where they hurt.

He was good at disguise, but beneath the disguise, there were three obvious minefields. His mother, twin brother, and father... well, in the words of this father-hater, he was the other half of the genetic provider.

Three minefields, two because of love and one because of hate.

Hate is much deeper than love. He can still pretend to face the first two, but the last one... Just like in the original work, Feng Gu can abandon Curacao who learned the undercover information and directly fight with Akai on the Ferris wheel. Easily explodes if touched.

When Gushe's thinking went astray, Aoyagi Binguang was still explaining in detail:

"It was very dangerous at that time, and the family was worried that Italy would agree to Germany's proposal... Therefore, even though Goldwasser's father was very young and physically unfit to travel long distances, the family members took him to the United States..."

"The snake is the emblem of their family. If you go to the United States on a business trip and see the Ouroboros, that's his territory."

Gushe was stunned.

Aoyagi Binguang is an aborigine, born after the collapse of the Soviet Union. Based on his age, he can infer the age of his grandfather. That time... plus the place where he escaped...

Some thoughts flashed through her mind quickly, very vaguely, and then she suddenly remembered something.

Some time ago, she went to Rum to report on the mission as usual and found that he was watching American news.

One of the murders of an FBI agent occurred in a church. The method was very brutal. Moreover, it was a Protestant church, but the deceased was put on a palm-sized round hat and a linen turban.

It was obviously the costume of a group that had been wandering for thousands of years.

Rum insisted at the time that Goldwasser sent someone to do it.

"..."

A certain idea gradually became clear in Gushe's mind, and the past and future actions of some organizations poured into Gushe's mind, helping her clear up the final fog.

In order to kill Shirley, she can blow up Japan's tallest twin towers, shoot down the iconic Tokyo Tower, make Pisk a big figure in Japan's financial circles, and have armed helicopters... I have read the spoilers of the new theatrical version before she came, and they There are even submarines that launch torpedoes at the Interpol base...

Although it is said to be a criminal organization, it is actually as bad as a terrorist armed organization. However, it has not become a public enemy. The official agencies of those countries can only investigate it secretly.

She originally thought that the black organization was so arrogant because of the backing of certain people in the United States, but now it seems...

"You are missing the important point of not considering the 'protective umbrella' of those asylum organizations."

"Originally, he had a position and was at the top of the organization, which means those people may have known him before... and he has the ability to stabilize them."

"Of all the people I know at the top of the organization, Goldwasser is the best person to serve as the third-in-command."

——Why does Aoyagi Binguang, a person who hates his father so much that he wants to cut off his bones and cut off the relationship, when he is selecting a suitable candidate to usurp the throne and trying to find out who is behind him one by one... he only mentions Goldwasser?

——Why did Akai, the FBI, and Mizuno Reina, the CIA, these two agents from the American intelligence agency, instead of staying undercover in the United States, go all the way to Japan? Obviously, Stout, Riesling, and Aquavit, the three foreign undercover agents, can stay in their own country.

——Is it because the organization’s headquarters is in Japan, or...are they worried about someone in the United States?

Gushe slowly raised her head.

Qingliu Binguang noticed that she hadn't spoken for a long time and looked at her strangely.

The Seven Deadly Sins, the seven original sins in Catholic doctrine, among them [Greed] is staring at the Snake Messenger's [Rage] at this moment.

"Qingliu, are you..."

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May 5st is the hero’s birthday.

So on this day, his life background is completely revealed. (End of chapter)