Conan: Eternal Darkness

A hangover is a painful thing. When Belmod woke up in the morning, she felt like her head was about to explode. She looked around and saw that there was no one. She had no impression of what happened last night. His face changed slightly, recalling what happened last night.

She only remembered that she took a depth charge at the end, and then... it was gin... and then there was no memory, and the rest could not be remembered. Belmod didn't care, anyway, she knew that she was with gin in the end, There is no strange feeling in her body. It seems that Jin Jiu didn't touch her last night. I really don't know what to say about him.

After tidying up a bit, Belmod went to Miyano's house. Unexpectedly, Gin was also there. The latter was sitting at the dining table for breakfast, "Good morning, little silver." Belmod gave Hei Zeyin said hello and got a response from Heizeyin. His eyes fell on Jinjiu, who looked a little sluggish. He was about to say hello, but suddenly found something. He stepped on Heantiangao and came to Jinjiu. He ripped off the latter's collar and looked at the spots on the neck of the gin. Belmod was not stupid, how could he not see that it was a hickey, he tugged his clothes down and found the other party There are also scattered bite marks on the chest, and Belmod stared at the marks with wide eyes, "Gin, this is simply immoral and unsightly!"

Gin put down the tableware, slapped Bermod's claws away, and fastened the buttons slowly. Bermore suddenly found the wound on the corner of Gin's mouth, and looked at Gin with more and more disbelief. Xiang Qinjiu's eyes were also a little more strange.

Black Zeyin blew up directly, "Gin, who left that?!"

Gin glanced coldly at Belmod, lowered his head and continued to eat breakfast, without the slightest thought to explain, the wound at the corner of his mouth was still aching, reminding him of the terrible experience last night, this woman's mouth is really cruel.

If it wasn't for the fact that he had to leave because of a temporary task last night, just because this woman was biting on him without knowing her life and death, she dared to provoke the dignity of a man.

Gin's eyes darkened, and she continued to eat silently. Belmod, who had been drinking, had no idea what she had done when she was drunk. It would be good if Gin didn't kill her on the spot, hastily. He quickly settled the food in front of him, Gin took the windbreaker on the hanger, and was about to leave. He didn't want to explain, and he didn't bother to explain. Sooner or later, he would settle accounts with Belmode.

Belmod watched Gin leave, feeling irritable that she didn't even notice.

Gin returned to the apartment with a blank face, took a shower at random, looked at the red marks on his neck in the mirror, twitched the corners of his mouth, and lay on the bed to sleep, he didn't want to move at all, he was busy last night at all. He didn't have time to sleep, he just wanted to sleep now, what's more, he had a headache to death.

A mass of green grass was crawling slowly on the ground, and the apartment was quiet. Croton never came here. After all, he was an ideal and aspiring parrot, a genetically mutated species, and the natural environment was more suitable for him to survive.

But then again, hasn't he been there for a long time? At this time, the old man in his 60s should be basking in the sun and weeding, right? The relationship between Jinjiu and him is more like a year-end friendship, and the sublimation of Jinjiu in psychology is taught by others, including hypnosis, psychological profiling, micro-expressions, etc. The old man is quite good in this regard. Coincidence saved him once, so the old man taught Gin his own housekeeping skills. Gin, who has been interested in this aspect since he was a child, has a certain solid foundation. In addition, his special experience makes him more than ordinary people. It is more sensitive to this aspect, and it is easy to be better than the blue, just as the old man commented - he was born to learn this material.

However, too much hypnosis practice also has sequelae, such as not being able to stare at his eyes for a long time, otherwise he will be hypnotized. Jin Jiu usually just half-closes his eyes and does not stare at other people's eyes. The unconscious hypnosis is quite powerful. It is conceivable that if Gin consciously hypnotizes a person... who can escape?

The disadvantage of being too well versed in psychology is probably Zhicha. They say that when the water is clear, there will be no fish, and if people are perfect, there will be no friends. This is probably the reason why there are few gin friends. You are willing to be friends with someone who knows everything about you. ? Without the slightest privacy, everything about you is transparent in his eyes - don't you want to?

It's just that gin is cold by nature, doesn't like to be in contact with people, and is taciturn, basically maintaining a state of only seeing through but not speaking, so there are many good relationships, and they are all geniuses.

Having said that, does he want to find some time to visit the old man? How about some tea or coffee beans? After all, people are guarding a small manor, and they can grow whatever they want in it. Sometimes gin is also eaten. After all, the manor is full of green, pure, natural and pollution-free food, which tastes good.

——He is not a foodie, he just has high demands on food.

Jinjiu was thinking wildly, maintaining a bit of alertness to the external environment, and his consciousness gradually became drowsy, as if he couldn't break free in the mud, and he seemed to see something in a trance...

The pain seemed to be torn apart, and Gin saw the blond woman in his arms... Is it Belmod?

"Gin, please, don't die." The blond woman's voice was extremely flustered, her hand was shaking slightly while holding him, her hand was very warm, at least compared to herself, "Can you leave me first? Yours? Body... Xiaoyin, they will always think of a way."

Jin Jiu heard himself chuckling, and let go of all the burdens and smiled, a somewhat weak tone with relief, "I'm already dead..." Jin Jiu saw that he stretched out his arms and hugged Belmod, and put his head against her On the cheek, the breath lightly hit her earlobe, "That one won't let me live well."

"Vermouth, will you kill me?" Gin heard his low, seductive voice, and also felt that he was suffering as if the bones in his body were being crushed a little bit, and the warmth brought by the woman in his arms. ...the warmth that made him sink.

"Gin!!" Belmod grabbed his hand and suddenly tried hard. He didn't give her a chance to speak again. His cold lips blocked her mouth and all her next words, pine green His eyes were fixed on her, holding her waist in one hand, holding her hand in the other, holding a gun in his hand, the muzzle aimed at his heart - he was not wearing a body armor.

With the gunshot, Jin Jiu saw that he had left Belmod's red lips, looked at the other party's empty eyes, felt the vitality of his disappearance, chuckled softly, and raised his hand with difficulty to wipe the tears from the corner of the other party's eyes, "Honey, don't cry," with a slightly lingering voice, "go back to sleep, and you won't remember anything."

Looking at the back of the blond beauty leaving, Jin Jiu felt that he was leaning against the wall and slowly fell to the ground, his pine green eyes were filled with the warmth of melting glaciers, his vision became blurred, and he had difficulty breathing, "I don't know how long the hypnosis can last. …”

Belmod, you idiot, the doctor is not an immortal, how can he live with his internal organs broken, but he... no longer has a heartbeat...

Did you know that there is a folk story that says that the soul of the person who was killed will go to the person who killed him after death...

Although he doesn't believe this, it doesn't matter if you kill him, after all, he can't commit suicide...

Psychological cues are scary...

It can control a person's mind...

What is the difference between a puppet and a puppet without one's own mind...

He would rather die...

Gin heard the loud sound of the bomb exploding, felt the temperature that was hot enough to scorch a person, and his consciousness fell into boundless darkness.

Jin Jiu sat up suddenly, his body seemed to still have the pain of high temperature burning, and after watching the surrounding environment for several minutes, the chaotic thinking gradually became clear, and he walked into the bathroom to take a cold shower, while slowly recalling Just a dream.

His sleep has always been light, and he will be awakened by a slight disturbance, not to mention dreaming, but just now, he did have a dream, and he can't remember the specific content of the dream, he only remembers that he died in the end, as if forced Someone shot and killed him.

Jin Jiu twitched the corners of his mouth. He died so miserably in the end. With that level of explosion, it is estimated that the body was blown to ashes, right?

But this is not something unacceptable. After all, with so much blood on his hands, it would be strange if he could enjoy gin and wine in his old age, but who was he holding in his arms in the end?

Who was his last gaze on?

Gin sighed, and a bit of interest flashed in his eyes. Could the dream just now be the so-called past life in Kurosawa Yin's memory?

If so, it doesn't seem that hard to guess who he is holding at the end.

Belmode.