I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"So our destination this time... is really the organization's headquarters?" A policeman in a special police uniform asked, "No... that, uh, Mr. Jiang Gu, I just didn't expect it to be so soon..."

"I understand." Jiang Gu Ling replied succinctly.

They are in a helicopter. Before the stunned youth asked this question, there had just been a long period of silence in the cabin.

Because Jiang Gu Ling said that he speculated that this location is the headquarters of the organization.

He looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang who was sitting next to him. The latter was wearing a helmet with only a pair of eyes exposed. Sensing Fugu Ling's gaze, he turned his head and gave him a thumbs up to reassure him.

Jiang Gu Ling suddenly felt a trance.

During the period when Zhu Fu Jingguang came back to life, he actually didn't have any sense of reality—it wasn't that he was unhappy, but that kind of excitement was just too empty. He didn't do anything, didn't make any efforts, didn't confirm repeatedly, Zhu Fu Jingguang just appeared in front of him alive, whole, and suddenly, intact, with no missing arms or legs.

He realized it intellectually—oh, Zhu Fu Jingguang didn’t die, he’s back now—but he couldn’t react emotionally. The fact of losing Zhu Fu Jingguang was like a void with inertia, divided into sections Still wriggling octopus. No matter how he convinced himself that Zhu Fu Jingguang was not dead, he would still dream about the night that Zhu Fu Jingguang died, and then wake up in a cold sweat.

But now that Zhu Fu Jingguang was sitting next to him, it was like going back to when they were still in the police academy, or even earlier, when they first met. At that time, Zhu Fu Jingguang temporarily suffered from aphasia because of the stimulation of witnessing his parents being killed. He could only express his emotions with body language and Jiang Guling.

Just like the thumb that Zhu Fu Jingguang was sitting beside him just now.

Jiang Guling suddenly had the urge to cry, but it was too embarrassing to cry during the mission, and it was not professional at all.

So he pulled down his tactical glasses to cover his reddened eye sockets.

But it was obvious that one of the men he led today didn't know how to read the air.

"Uh, Mr. Jianggu, are we going to break in by force today?" Lengtouqing asked, "I see you pulled off your glasses..."

The person next to him pulled him quickly, and he gave the person who pulled him a very strange look, but kept his mouth shut.

Jiang Gu Ling's face was a little hot, but fortunately, it was basically blocked by others so they couldn't see it.

"Just to be safe," he said sullenly.

Zhu Fu Jingguang felt that something was wrong, but he didn't say much.

Because they quickly landed on the island.

This is not a particularly large island, and the whole is like a not-so-sharp triangle. The widest part is only a few hundred meters, and it doesn't look like it's inhabited.

But it is such a deserted island, but there is a building that occupies a large area. It's hard to see the whole picture in the dark.

"Decentralize the investigation." Jiang Gu Ling had recovered from his out-of-control emotions, and cautiously issued an order.

They first investigated the entire island except for the building, and found nothing unusual.

"It seems to be in that building." Zhu Fu Jingguang said.

The other police officers have been dispersed to guard—they have a lot of people here this time, and there are two helicopters, one in front and one behind, which seems a bit chaotic on this small island.

Zhu Fu Jingguang and Jiang Gu Ling got together to discuss, "We—"

His voice stopped abruptly.

Because the person they had been looking for had just appeared at the gate of that building.

"Hi." Nanling leaned against the door, still wearing the pure white clothes, and waved at them with a smile, "It's been a long time, Officer Jianggu, and Officer Zhufu—no, I don't suggest you get any closer. gone."

He didn't know when a pistol appeared in his hand, pointing straight at the two people.

Jiang Gu Ling frowned, "Charter."

"... Nanling." Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes were complicated.

"Okay, I know my vest is off, so don't emphasize it any more." Nanling said in a broken jar, "Okay, actually, I just came out to warn you, don't even think about sending someone in to search."

He quickly glanced back at the dead building, then turned his gaze back again.

"I packed all the useful things in it and sent them to you. Also, I put a highly toxic gas in it. Although it may be almost diluted now, I still don't recommend that you casually send people in to die."

"Finally." Nan Ling said, "In the few hours before you came here, I lit a fire inside."

As if to prove his words, Jiang Gu Ling and Zhu Fu Jingguang keenly noticed that a fire had gradually appeared in the visible window.

"It's over." He finally said, "Although I really want to say 'let the flames purify everything'—this is more appropriate—but judging by the expressions on your faces, I think you may want to be more serious in this occasion?"

The silent expressions of Jiang Gu Ling and Zhu Fu Jingguang answered everything.

Nan Ling tilted his head.

"It's over," he repeated, "it's over—everything is."

Nan Ling's gaze briefly passed them, looking at the sea level behind them. There was a small boat sailing to the island.

Jiang Gu Ling and Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't know what to say.

From the beginning to the end, Nan Ling's voice was shockingly calm. The way he spoke to them was like the unnutritive small talk that he said casually every time he saw them in the past.

But what he called them clearly drew a line between them that no one could ignore-a line that had been between them since they first met.

Good and bad, good and evil.

Red and black.

They have never been the same. Nan Ling just realized this earlier and more clearly than anyone else.

"...Why?" When Zhu Fu Jingguang asked this sentence, he felt only deep powerlessness.

"Why?" Nan Ling asked him back. The tone was rather sharp, but the expression seemed patient, "I believe you are not asking me why I want to kill the organization - that is why I do these things by myself? It's very simple."

He thought for a while and sorted out his words a little. When he spoke again, his voice became a little more serious.

"There are all kinds of people in this world—the good and the bad; the stupid and the smart; the moral and the unscrupulous—and every kind of person has things they can do, some things only they can do. doing."

"What do you have to do?" Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help but said, "These things—"

"I personally think," Nan Ling interrupted him, "you will never be able to do these things, but at the same time it is the most efficient way to deal with the organization."

His voice is indeed a lot more serious than at the beginning, but that doesn't mean he's really taking this matter seriously. If his attitude at the beginning was that of friends chatting, his current tone is at most changing the topic of chatting from trivial matters to work chatting. It is this almost unthinking lightness that makes his words extremely firm. He didn't come up with it or make it up to convince Tohru Amuro - he didn't think it up or make it up to convince anyone. On the contrary, he thought so from the very beginning, and it was just a common truth for him—Nan Ling and them were two completely different people, just like one plus one equals two.

It was this attitude that left them speechless.

Nan Ling looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang who was speechless, and Conan and Akai Shuichi who just got off the boat and were running towards this direction, and suddenly smiled.

"You can't kill, I can; crows can't threaten and blackmail, I can; the police and the FBI have scruples, and I do anything. We are two types of people. Maybe we are not born this way, but it is not your fault, not anyone Fault. Stuff just happens, it always has. That's why we're all standing where we belong."

"No..." Zhu Fu Jingguang said. He stared at Nanling with an almost begging look in his eyes. No matter how vicious a criminal is, there is a way of redemption, he thought. "You can stand by our side..."

A trace of extremely complicated emotions flashed across Nan Ling's eyes, and something burst out of it in an instant was as huge as a tsunami. There is an indescribable weirdness in his expression, including mechanical indifference and a hint of casual irony, but from a certain angle, it looks like a statue of a sympathetic Madonna, and there is even an inexplicable, Nostalgia from nowhere. However, these extremely complicated emotions are not about Zhu Fu Jingguang, but more like...

It's more like he just borrowed Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes to look at his own reflection.

Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't read his expression, but suddenly noticed the dazzling white - Nanling rarely wore white clothes in the past, and when he was a member of the organization, he was covered in pitch black, as if his whole body was organized Sin drenches. But now he is wearing a flawless pure white body, as pure as the wings of a dove of peace, Zhu Fu Jingguang feels that under this appearance, Nan Ling has actually sunk deeper than usual, obediently walking along the river called sin drift.

if…

"...Forget it." Nan Ling closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, the silver-gray pupils regained the alienation like a mirror. It was as if the momentary movement was just an illusion, "This has nothing to do with you."

He did these things not out of justice or kindness, but for himself. That's what separates him from Mofuku Kagemitsu, Furutani Rei, Conan, Akai Shuichi, and everyone else. If he hadn't opened his eyes in the organization's laboratory at the beginning, then he probably didn't care about the matter of 'destroying the organization' until now.

He is not a partner of justice.

I have fought the good fight, I have finished the way, I have kept the way. —but the crown of righteousness need not be kept for me. he thinks. It's useless to ask for things that don't belong to him.

"Nanling—!"

Conan's voice came from a distance, and Nan Ling noticed that the fire in the building behind him was getting bigger and bigger. In this dark night, it was so obvious that it seemed that a hole had been torn in the night, and flames were blowing out. The demon poked a head out of hell. He stood alone in front of this building in pure white clothes, like a sacrifice being sacrificed in front of the devil's giant mouth, and would be swallowed without a trace in the next second.

But he didn't mean to leave the building, he just watched Conan run to Zhu Fu Jingguang's side with a shallow expression, which was the closest to a deadpan expression he showed tonight.

Conan stared at him blankly. What did he want to say—what exactly did he want to say? Questioning, advising, or just saying hello as usual? He still remembers their first meeting, and he is now sure that Nan Ling may have reserved in their relationship, but it can almost be called honesty.

Conan and Nan Ling looked at each other silently. It was at this time that he suddenly heard the sound of waves. The sea surface was calm and silent in the early morning, and the humid sea breeze slid past him, bringing moist and heavy air. In the velvety night, the flames burned quietly together.

Conan opened his mouth, wanting to break the unbearable silence. He wanted to say something—or, better yet, do something. But he was interrupted by Nan Ling first.

"You still remember Asai Chengmi." He said coldly but firmly, "At that time, I told him, 'whatever begins, should end with', and what I told you was that I want to see him do' Right' choice. It's the same for me now."

Of course Conan remembered Asai Naomi, it was a regret he could never forget in his life. Now that Nan Ling said this, he just felt a very bad feeling, "...For you, what is right?"

Nan Ling looked at him, and suddenly smiled slightly.

"People who are accustomed to living in the dark cannot see the sun. If they insist on doing so, they will only melt like ghosts who see the light. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" He did not answer directly, but calmly Say something like, "Let me be a tainted witness or something, I know you—you, think so. I'm sorry to disappoint your kindness."

Nan Ling nodded politely in the direction of Zhu Fu Jingguang and Amuro Toru, then he looked at Conan again, and saw the reflection of himself and the burning fire behind him from his eyes. In those eyes that are too clear and blue like the sky, it doesn't look like fire, but like the sun that is too bright.

He felt genuinely apologetic for what he saw in those eyes, but he backed away without hesitation. The crimson flame burned the corner of his clothes almost instantly, like a candlelight igniting the wings of a moth.

"The sky is about to light up." Nanling looked at the sky with white lines, the black night sky was like a curtain hanging down after the drama ended, and it would be clearly illuminated by the lights that came back on after the drama ended. As if he had been scalded by the far from dazzling white light, he suddenly looked away.

Then he said softly, "I wish you all a sunny day."

Nan Ling turned around and walked into the raging fire without looking back. (end of this chapter)