Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

Hearing Amuro Toru's answer, Jing Baiye was not surprised. From the time he stopped Jin Jiu in the morning, he felt that his mood was not right.

The blond youth standing in front of him had a tired face and empty eyes. Even though he was not hurt in any way, it gave a painful feeling that he was being strangled by an invisible hand and was on the verge of suffocation.

Jing Baiye had seen similar eyes on Shirley - after she lost her first friend because of her talkativeness.

When Shirley was studying abroad, one of her classmates was an Asian girl with short ears and a naive and lively personality. She is cute, and she is very warm. She is true and kind, and she is willing to treat every classmate around her gently.

Even though Shirley kept refusing people thousands of miles away, she didn't feel that she didn't care about others, but asked her if she could call her by her name directly.

At that time, Shirley had just entered MIT and was only eight years old. Unlike Jing Baiye, who had two previous life experiences of dying as a minor, she was a young girl who was only eight years old in all aspects.

With the enthusiasm of her classmates, she forgot Gin's warning to "don't get too close to other people" and gradually became friends with this girl.

Once, Shirley complained to her that her guardian was too strict, and then that night, the girl was found dead in an alley near the dormitory with a bullet hole in the center of her forehead.

The case ended with an accidental shooting, and only a few people knew who the murderer was... When she realized the identity of the murderer, Xue Li, who was standing beside Jing Baiye, also showed such a look.

- Pain and guilt for causing the death of others, disgust, fear and hatred for the organization.

It's just that Shirley is a little more fearful. She looks mature, but sometimes she likes to escape. She doesn't even dare to hate the organization, she only hates herself, and Amuro has more hatred and hatred.

Jing Baiye was a little worried in his heart, and at the same time, he was glad that Jin Jiu didn't see Amuro Toru's current appearance. At that time, he had murdered and threatened Shirley, who was only eight years old, and Toru Amuro, who was only a member of the bottom class... would probably have taken a gun directly.

He pulled out his phone, which still contained a call log from Vodka's phone call an hour earlier.

This conscientious gin brother, driver and translator could hardly stand the continuous overtime work, and when he encountered a large piece of encrypted Russian information, he called Jing Baiye for help.

He was very smart. He first transferred enough compensation to Jing Baiye's account before making the call.

[The deciphering is completed and it has been sent. If you have other encrypted data that you can't figure out, you can ask me for help as I did just now, and I will do it as soon as I see it. ——Angostura]

【receive. Thank you so much. ——Vodka]

After receiving Vodka's reply, Jing Baiye put away his mobile phone and said to Anshitou, who was silent when he sent a message: "Since you can't sleep, why don't you go to the living room to chat with me?"

Amuro glanced at him and nodded.

The two went downstairs to the living room together, without turning on the headlights, only the floor lamp beside the sofa.

Jing Baiye picked up the corgi doll directly after sitting down, and as soon as he turned his head and saw Amuro looking straight at him, he shoved the doll over.

"..." Toru Amuro hugged the corgi doll and pressed the flexible dog's head, "What do you want to talk about?"

Jing Baiye is not a psychiatrist and has no knowledge of psychology. He doesn't know where to start when dealing with his subordinates who suffer from insomnia due to mentality problems.

He thought about it for a while, and asked with common sense, "Anshi, answer me honestly, do you...repel murder?"

When he said the first half of the sentence, Toru Amuro's fingers on the corgi's head trembled. After listening to the whole sentence, his expression did not change, but his breath calmed down.

"Not to mention exclusion, I have seen a lot of dead people when I practiced at the training ground before."

"But you didn't kill anyone with your own hands."

Jing Baiye is quite sensitive to the maliciousness and killing intent of others, and he can totally feel whether a person is really stained with blood.

An Shitou was silent, he didn't lean on the sofa like Jing Baiye, he only sat less than half of the place, his eyes looked down, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"...Not yet." He said after a long time, "But that day will come sooner or later. Sooner or later, I, and Midorikawa, we will kill people... Today's Pingnai is just the beginning."

Jing Baiye sat up straight. Although he couldn't look down on Amuro's expression and eyes from his current angle, he intuitively told him that Amuro's spirit was now in a dangerously tense state. Will it get out of control, maybe in an instant.

Many people who join the organization will not be used to it in the early days, including undercover agents like Panno... Many people even get PTSD in black clothes. Whether they can accept the organization's style is the first step in their integration.

[It's really difficult, how can I comfort him? 】Jing Baiye is helpless.

He couldn't empathize with Amuro Toru's feelings, and he couldn't even understand why he couldn't let Pinguchi die.

This CIA undercover agent was shot and killed without being tortured. The body is intact... This is the most joyous death, why not be satisfied?

But he couldn't leave Amuro Toru alone, because he asked him to perform this task.

The system didn't answer, and Jing Baiye knew that it rarely spoke to himself when others were around. He just asked casually, and didn't expect it to give a solution.

He sighed and pulled Anshito's clothes: "Turn around and look at me... It's rude not to look at someone when talking to them."

Amuro sat up obediently and turned to look at Jing Baiye.

The floor lamp was a warm and soft orange color. Jing Baiye looked at the golden retriever, which was quite close to gold under the orange light, and couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

Amuro Toru's body stiffened for a moment, but soon relaxed again. He didn't pat Jing Baiye's hand away, he held a corgi doll in his arms and let himself be touched like a dog.

Seeing him like this, Jing Baiye opened the system skill panel and chose to use an active skill [Quality Sleep] on him.

This skill is simple and practical, which is to allow people to have a high-quality sleep, which can well relieve the other party's physical and mental fatigue.

On the day he went to Cupido, Jingbai used it on him when he saw that Amuro had dark circles under his eyes when he hadn't slept well.

"It doesn't matter if you reject killing people. I can avoid you from doing this kind of task in the future. I still have the power." He slowed down, "I won't force you to do things you hate, next time you don't want to do anything. , you can tell me directly. I won't be angry with you."

"...Don't you think this is trash?"

The skill had already begun to take effect, and Toru Amuro endured tiredness and talked to him.

"No." Jing Baiye said calmly, "It is normal to dislike or unwilling to kill people. Only when there are more normal people like this can a harmonious and healthy society and country be built, and most murderers will also pay their due price. ."

"What about you? Why would you join in with such an idea..."

Amuro didn't say a word~www.wuxiaspot.com~ his head fell down. Jing Baiye supported his upside-down body, pulled out the corgi doll and put it aside, let him lean on the sofa carefully, and planned to move him to the attic in a while.

"But I'm not a normal person... A normal person wouldn't be hurt enough to wrap himself in a strange mummy."

While muttering, Jing Baiye stretched out his hand and poked An Shitou's brow. He had already used [Quality Sleep] on him, but he was still frowning in his sleep.

He knew better than anyone what the price would be for killing people. Every knife that fell on him when he was executed in his previous life corresponds to a fresh human life.

Four hundred and forty-four knives, four hundred and forty-four lives.

No, it's more than that. These were killed after he entered the school and met Enoshima Tsukiko. Koizumi Mahiru happened to be the four hundred and forty-fourth. Before that, his hands were not clean either. In addition to the ones he killed directly, there were also those who were indirectly forced to death by his stealing company secrets.

... In this case, the number of knives he suffered should be doubled again, right?