Conan: When I Be Gin's Brother

where……

Where?

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Late night in Glasgow, December is coming to an end and the carnival nights have just ended.

"I know, I'll be there soon!"

Gin hung up the phone, and finally a crack appeared on his calm face, showing excitement, uneasiness, and apprehension.

This seemed to be the first time he felt such a mood after joining the organization.

"Found it, finally found him..." He grabbed the windbreaker on the side, paused slightly, turned around and hung the red scarf hanging on the side around his neck, and left the stronghold, walking in a hurry.

Snowflakes fell from the dark gray sky and fell on his black coat, but they disappeared in an instant.

Two years, he has been looking for two years, and now he finally...

Gin drove away from the snow-covered street and quickly arrived at the target location. His steps were a little hurried, and he stepped on the thick snow and made crunching sounds one after another. Nothing seemed more exciting than seeing Rin now.

Something important.

Finally, he saw a familiar figure in the alley ahead. Gin suppressed the anxiety in his heart and asked the man, "Ram, have you found him?"

The man called Ram was an old man wearing a black woolen coat. He heard Gin's question from behind him, held up the felt hat on his head, turned around slightly, "We did find him."

"But, it's a pity..." Rum took a breath, and when it came out of his mouth, it condensed into a small piece of ice mist, like a puff of smoke.

Through the ice mist, Gin saw Rum behind him.

"It seems we are late."

The sky seemed to turn dark all of a sudden. Gin stepped forward, crossed Rum, and stood condescendingly, lowering his head and silently looking at the thin figure huddled in the snow in front of him.

Thin clothes could not keep out the cold on a snowy December night. Kurosawa Rin wore such clothes and huddled here - huddled in such a run-down alley, his body gradually becoming stiff.

Squatting down stiffly, Gin stretched out his hand and slowly swept away the snow covering Rin Kurosawa's body. What came into view were shocking bruises and scars that had become inflamed and swollen.

Kurosawa Rin had already stopped breathing.

how so……

He is only ten years old.

After a deathly silence, Gin slowly picked up the already stiff Kurosawa Rin and placed him in the back seat of the car. The little man was still curled up stiffly.

"Wait, there's something else."

Rum's words made Gin subconsciously look back to where Kurosawa Rin was just now. In the snow, he saw a corrugated cardboard box placed under Kurosawa Rin just now. There seemed to be some broken English on it.

In Japanese, write a few words:

"I want to go home."

"You can do whatever you want."

…………

"!!!"

Gin woke up with a start and took a few deep breaths.

After opening his eyes, he was still in that dilapidated house, sitting on that dilapidated old-fashioned sofa.

This means that those terrible memories just now are far away from him.

It's past.

"Is this a dream again..."

Gin covered his face, closed his eyes tightly, frowned deeply, ran the fingers of his left hand across a few strands of hair in front of his forehead, carried it behind his head, and let out a sudden sigh of relief as if he hadn't recovered from his dream.

.

He shook his hands and slumped behind the sofa in despair. He raised his head and closed his eyes, but his heart was beating violently because of the dream just now, and uneasiness spread silently in his heart.

"Dong dong dong!"

The knock on the door suddenly scared away the uneasy mood. Gin opened his eyes, frowned for a few seconds and then stood up and opened a crack in the door.

The next second, a pair of slender and white hands immediately grabbed the door and opened it.

"Ah~ my dear, do you miss me~"

These words full of provocation and temptation came from the mouth of a red-haired woman. This woman was very beautiful, but Ginjiu didn't recognize her. He frowned, and the woman jumped on him before Ginjiu could answer.

on him.

"I feel very lonely after not seeing each other for such a long time..."

A trace of killing intent flashed in Gin's eyes, but the next second he still let the woman in. He was all too familiar with the smell of spices and flowers, "Have you had enough, Belmod?"

"It seems that you are in a bad mood today, Gin." The red-haired woman smiled slightly, and the next second she took off the human skin mask on her face, revealing her true appearance.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, but...these." She pointed to the things packed aside, "Are you going somewhere? You even packed your luggage."

"Is there any mission?"

"Still hiding from something?"

"Belmod." Gin frowned and stood coldly in front of Belmod to stop her from exploring further, "You're in charge of too much."

"Ara, you are so heartless."

"Obviously, there was a happy time before..." Belmode put his hands on Gin's neck, leaned close to his cheek, and whispered in his ear with an ambiguous and hoarse voice.

"I remember you weren't like this before. When did you become so indifferent, gin?"

She whispered, "Did it start when that person died?"

Gin's eyes turned cold, and he immediately pushed Belmod away. He wiped his cheek with his hand in disgust, and there was still a slight residual smell of flowers and spices on his body.

Makes him feel sick.

This series of actions did not restrain him because of the presence of Belmod in front of him. He was openly expressing his disgust to Belmod.

Belmode didn't care at all, as if he was used to his attitude, "Six years have passed, and you still haven't given up?"

"What are you doing here?" Gin's voice was cold, but Belmod showed a charming smile again and said to Gin:

"Of course I came to see you..."

Before he finished speaking, Gin's gun was pointed at Bermod's head, the safety was turned off, and his finger was already on the trigger, as if he was ready to blow up Bermod at any time.

It seems that what Belmode said before was not wrong, Gin is indeed in a bad mood today.

"Okay, okay, actually there is a mission, the boss asked me to come."

Belmode waved his hand in a somewhat bored manner, took a few steps under the aim of the gin pistol, and sat on the sofa.

"Boss?" Gin was stunned. Since Belmod didn't say much, it was inconvenient to say it. This time Belmode came to him, probably to tell him not to meddle in his own business while performing the mission, right?

"I know." Gin replied coldly, holding the gun in his hand for a few seconds, but still put it down.

"Well, I rarely want to reminisce with you, but I didn't expect that you wouldn't appreciate it."

"Let's go~" Belmode put on the face of the red woman again and left in a swaggering manner.

Gin closed the door and sat alone on the sofa, not knowing what he was thinking.

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I vaguely remember that it was a "White Christmas" in the UK that year, especially in Glasgow and Edinburgh in the north. It snowed for several days in succession. The snowflakes were so dense that each one was as big as a goose feather.

People were very happy when they encountered the rare white Christmas that year, because white symbolizes purity and steadfastness in Western culture. It is said to be God's favorite color. White Christmas heralds good luck and happiness.

But this is extremely ironic for Gin.

Because he hates white and Christmas the most.

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