Conan's winery play house

Punishment room.

The blond man dropped the soft whip in his hand.

"Tell me the list of undercover agents you know, and you'll live." He said with a smile.

"There are too many to remember." Kuroda Heiwei just smiled and said.

The smile on the blond man's face disappeared.

"Why don't you come closer and I'll tell you?" Seeing this, Kuroda Hei said again.

"Tell me." The blond man moved slightly closer, but not very close.

At least it was within the distance that Kuroda Hei wanted to bite but couldn't.

"Bah." He spat at the blond man.

"Do you want to die?" Toru Amuro had a gloomy face, wiping the saliva on his face, his blue-gray eyes like the turbulent sea.

Everyone, please go and try it soon.]

"You don't dare to kill me." Kuroda Bingwei was so sure.

Even though he was bruised and bruised at the moment, his voice even sounded a little breathless.

His posture was still calm.

Kuroda Biewei is forcing him to kill him.

Jiangu Ling already understood what the other party was thinking.

Once again, he felt unprecedented sorrow for his powerlessness.

I also felt indescribable shame for my own cowardice.

He was unwilling, or rather he dared not, to kill Kuroda Biewei with his own hands.

But he also knew it was selfish.

Because of his fear, Kuroda Hei was tortured.

Perhaps it would be the best ending for Kuroda Hei to simply die now.

It's better than torture one after another.

"You are a coward, a coward."

"Don't you dare kill me."

Kuroda Biewei still mocked at this time.

He was urging Jiang Gu Ling.

Urging him to take action.

The blond man looked up at Kuroda Biewei expressionlessly, and then smiled.

Such a look...

Kurodabei discovered the violation almost instantly.

This is not the look in his subordinates' eyes.

"That's disgusting." The blond man took off the gloves that he had wiped on his face and said in disgust.

"If you want to die, I will satisfy you." He said.

Something is wrong.

Something unplanned happened.

It shouldn't be like this.

The person in front of me...

who is it?

His subordinates fell to zero?

Undercover Toru Amuro?

None of them look alike.

It’s more like... Bourbon who was born in the organization, grew up in the organization, and belongs to the organization through and through.

Why is this happening?

Are you also suffering from a disease that is highly prevalent among undercover agents?

Split personality...

Under high-intensity pressure, playing a person for a long time really gave birth to that kind of personality?

And it seems that this newly born personality is already very strong.

You can even control Jiang Guling's body at any time and move freely.

He has to find a way to remind his subordinates.

if not……

This will have a major impact, and the other party should be dealt with as soon as possible when the personality is born.

But I don’t know how long this situation of falling to zero will last.

"You are his boss, right?" the blond man said to Kuroda Bingwei.

"Guess, why is he here to interrogate you? And not someone else?" Bourbon asked with great interest and in a very bad way.

Kurodabei understood the hint in his words.

Because the organization already knew that Bourbon was an undercover police officer, and also knew that he was Bourbon's boss.

That's why such an arrangement was made.

Everything is an arranged play.

They put on a ridiculous show for some people without their knowledge.

The moment he understood the truth, Kuroda Hei felt extremely absurd and ridiculous.

Maybe all their actions only moved themselves?

Does this undercover organization only watch them for fun?

After so many years of being an undercover agent, I still can't get any more information...

How much of the information we have obtained is true and how much is false?

How do they know that the information was not given to them intentionally by this organization?

If this is really the case...

This organization is terrible.

It has played tricks on the intelligence agencies of so many countries.

But it's useless even if he knows the truth.

He is dying.

"Who are you?" Kurodabei asked.

"Who am I?" the blond man asked with raised eyebrows.

"bourbon." he replied.

Not Tohru Amuro or Rei Fukiya.

Just bourbon.

A flash of realization flashed in Kuroda Bei's eyes.

Bourbon saw the small words left by Kuroda Hei with his trembling fingertips on the edge of the gurney.

【Don’t let night replace day.】

He smiled vaguely and erased the words.

The dead should keep their mouths shut, and it is better to take the news that should not be told to hell.

"He will collapse when he sees this scene, right?" He asked with interest, stroking his chin.

He didn't care if the blood on his hands got on his face.

When Jiang Guling wiped the fogged glass clean, what he saw was an extremely bloody scene.

His boss has now become a bloody work of art.

Flesh and blood are lost in the lake, skin and bones are separated.

It was forcibly shaped like an angel.

The cost of doing this is that the ribs become wings, and other bones are twisted or misaligned.

In the end, it became such a bloody angel shape.

Toru Amuro lowered his head and saw blood stains and body parts and flesh all over the ground.

When I raised my hands, I saw red hands.

"...Garm, turn on the light." He ordered in an extremely calm voice.

The moment the light came on, he saw his own appearance through the clean, cold reflective wall.

Blood all over.

It proves that everything just happened was done by him.

But……

He has intermittent memories of the production process, but there is always no sound.

Memories are like watching a silent black and white pantomime.

But that's exactly what he did.

Director Kuroda's purpose was accomplished, he died, and he was the one who killed him.

but……

Would the board of directors have imagined such an ending?

own means...

How could he do such cruel and heinous methods by himself?

How could you do this yourself?!

Toru Amuro let go of his hand, unable to continue reading.

A bloody piece.

Everything in the field of vision turned red.

It's bright red, as if it's shrouded in red lanterns.

Even his eyes turned red, like a beast that could lose control and go crazy at any time.

Rei Fukiya's impression of angels came from Elena Miyano when she was a child.

Gentle, healing angel.

And now...

From then on, whenever he thought of angels, the first thing that appeared in his memory was a red scene.

The appalling blood-bone angel.

He couldn't help but feel short of breath and wanted to vomit.

But no.

clam down.

clam down.

calm……

"Brother Tou." The door to the punishment room opened, and the white-haired boy stepped into the punishment room from the outside.

Different from the bloody world, it is pure white.

Like a snow.

There was enough snow to cover the bloody scene.

"Uncle Rum asked me to remind you not to kill people..." He turned around and saw the corpse beside him that had been turned into a bloody work of art.

"I seem to be late." He said.

In an instant, Toru Amuro calmed down.

"Yeah, you're late, he's so annoying." Toru Amuro said with a smile.

"But you don't look good." The white-haired boy said with concern.

His face looked weak and his eyes were a little panicked.

"Because it's too ugly, I will make it look better next time." The blond man explained.

"That's right." Aito nodded.

Another lie.

But that's okay.

Sooner or later, Brother Tou will be unable to lie to him anymore.