Conan: Eternal Darkness

Sometimes it's not a good thing to have a good memory. I remember all the good and bad clearly, and unfortunately, most of my memories are dark.

I don't remember what happened when I was a baby, but I heard my parents say that I am healthy, agile and capable of fighting, but I was very weak when I was born.

Of course, I don't have any impression of this, I just listened to my parents.

I should not have existed in this world, because my mother had a physical problem when she gave birth. It is said that she was poisoned, but a child of more than nine months cannot be aborted, so I came to this world.

It can be said that there is no one who has been in the ICU since birth. After all, all the toxins from the mother's body have been transferred to my body.

It can be said that it is a miracle that I am alive.

My childhood memories are almost thin, and my few memories are not very happy, always filled with bitter medicine, so I hate taking medicine.

I seem to be relatively indifferent since I was a child, and I don't like to be close to people. I usually train my body, play games and so on.

Looking back now, the only time I can remember was when I was only two years old and my parents died.

I was born on December 23rd. That day was the winter solstice, the lowest day of the year. The winter solstice has the saying that Yin and Yang meet, everything is dead, and life is confined, and my birth time happened to be the darkest day of the day. , which also seemed to hint at the troubled nature of my life.

When I was two years old, it was the time when I was ignorant. Although I could express my thoughts clearly, it did not mean that I was mature. Everything changed on my second birthday.

I was injected with a new type of drug-drug, the days of detoxification were really impossible to survive and not to die. I can't remember anything else, but I can't forget the pain that broke my spirit and will, so I hate that thing, that At times, I always admire the anti-drug police, especially those who are dormant in the dark. This thing is really not a good thing.

The detoxification time was three months, not too short. After all, don’t forget, I was only two years old, and these three months were enough to destroy all my innocence.

Since then, I have become less and less fond of communicating with people, and I am very isolated. At the same time, I also like to play with guns, ammunition, and various precision instruments.

The death of my parents was the trigger for me to fall from this world to hell.

They died really tragically, I have seen cannibalism, witnessed it with my own eyes, and even someone said "your mother tastes good" in front of me, you will not know how much the world is without solar energy without experiencing despair. Hei, thinking about it now, I didn't have a mental breakdown, I was really tenacious.

Later, I began to walk on the borderline of light and darkness, walking alone and carrying a heavy load.

I have been to the arena of life and death, and I have also passed through the boundless hell, wandering in the forbidden areas of death in the world, surviving tenaciously in the no-man's land, and challenging the limits of life.

At the age of twelve, I met the founder of the organization.

Out of boredom, and perhaps to pass the time, I became that facilitator, codenamed - Gin.

The first member of the organization I contacted was Belmod. To be honest, the first time I saw her was how nervous this woman was.

She is a secrecy and always talks about "Asecretmakesawomanwoman" and keeps her secret all day long, but she is beautiful, no doubt, this is probably a small reason why I can tolerate her.

The relationship between us is accidental and inevitable. After all, it is the first time I have met a woman who dares to attack me, so it is best not to go to the bar alone, the place is very messy, after all, you can't read minds , I've been recruited, can you compare with me?

What none of us thought was that Belmod was pregnant and that she had to give birth to the child because she was poisoned at the time.

That's why I said that the birth of Kurosawa Silver was created by countless accidents.

The first time I saw Kurosawa Silver, I couldn't tell what it felt like, maybe I didn't feel anything at all. It was so small that he could crush his bones with a little force, and his body was also poisonous, so much like me.

I don't know why, sympathy? mercy? I should not have such emotions. In short, I injected another toxin into his body to fight the poison. Kurosawa silver is lucky, he survived, although the physical quality may be a little worse than the average person, what sequelae will there be? ——Later I found out that this sequelae is a road idiot, an epic road idiot.

Sometimes I feel that Kurosawa Silver is very useless, isn't it because I almost died, as for the problem of fainting and bleeding? Or physical reasons?

It's too embarrassing to say that he is afraid of the dark. Of course, I don't know if he is pretending, because I have seen him still smiling and observing the case in the dark. Maybe he is pretending, it doesn't matter, if he is pretending , I can only say that he really deserves to be the son of the actress.

Kurosawa Gin was very free until he was seven years old. Although Belmod and I are not the type to take care of people, he has grown up very well.

Until - the organization changed hands.

I was in really bad shape at the time, and with the serious injury, I don't even know when the organization was taken over by the new boss.

I was repeatedly purged of my memory, and even used as an experiment. For five years, I stayed in the laboratory for five years and was psychologically suggested for five years.

Later, the old man who gave me the psychological suggestion died, died in a car accident, whether it was man-made or accidental, it is not important anymore, the important thing is that the psychological suggestion has been completed.

I started doing missions for that guy, assassinating, trading, cleaning up traitors, rescuing people, like that idiot Kurosawa Gin said, I'm a killing machine.

I can't remember when my memory started to wake up. During that time, my thoughts were so chaotic that I couldn't distinguish reality from hallucinations. So, I used that potion again, that potion that shouldn't exist in the world.

No one can resist two drug injections. Although he regained his peak strength in a short period of time, his body also began to collapse.

Nano bombs were made once, but they ruined myself, it's really good luck.

After talking so much nonsense, it is estimated that you are also tired, so let's talk about BOSS.

I didn't know at first that the organization actually had two masters because it was incredible.

When I first received the text message from that person, I thought he was a split personality, but later I found out that it was not. The memory of the split personality being able to control the body of another personality was blank, and it was impossible to detect it. According to the personality of that person, it was not at all. It might be possible to let a strange personality control the body, so I dismissed the idea.

Later, I thought that it was Rum who was at odds with that person. Rum tried to control the organization, so he pretended to be that person and sent him an email. However, this was also dispelled after meeting with that person.

Although Rum did not seem to respect the man, he obeyed orders faithfully.

Later, I don't know why, I guessed that there are actually two bosses in the organization, one is hidden in secret and the other is controlled on the surface, which can explain the subtle differences in emails.

This can also explain that person's warning to me. In fact, what I got at the time was indeed that person's information, and it was the one who was hidden in the dark. The information was incomplete and could not attract attention at all. The reason why I Remember, it's just because I have a good memory, and like I said at the beginning, a good memory is sometimes not a good thing.

The one who warned me made me suspicious, but I never said it.

Ah, yes, and then there is Rum, as I said before, Rum is the executor, that is the defaulter, I didn't say what I was.

It's okay to tell you now, I'm dead anyway.

Rum has used torture on me countless times, and the reason is that I concealed some important information. The old man easily believed Rum's words and let Rum execute me.

Which core members or senior staff were treated like this? Because of an unwarranted crime, yes, maybe I concealed some information, but those did not cause harm to the organization, so I thought I didn't see it. As for the later, hehe.

My physique is very special. Like Kurosawa Silver Belmod, I won't leave scars easily. Otherwise, you can definitely see that I don't have a single intact skin on my body. People who have been tortured to death will not have such dense scars as me. .

The scars on my body are all after the memory has been washed away. Some of them were not treated properly, and some of them were repeatedly injured and could not be recovered.

It's too far away, in short, Rum executed me, and if the task is not completed, I will be punished, and the treatment is very special.

That person is really old. In fact, Rum and I both know that if I want to hide it, Rum will not be able to interrogate it. If I want to betray, the mere organization is not enough for me to sell.

Are you interested in my relationship? Oh, why should I tell you? Forget it, it's nothing to talk about, it's just a bedtime story.

My emotions are very light, and my feelings are also very thin. I don’t know what love is. To put it bluntly, it is a serious lack of emotions, which is related to my childhood experience.

I don't know which part of Belmod's mind was wrong. At first, it was just a game, but she took it seriously, became emotional, and lost her heart.

Sometimes I really want to say, what do you like about me, can I change it? But I didn't say that because that would be stupid.

As for why I let Belmode touch my heart at the time, why should I tell you?

Okay, after listening to the story, what do you all do?