Weimar
That night.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The bright white moonlight illuminated everything on the ground, whether dirty or clear, like water waves washing them. The stars retracted their light, willingly serving as a foil, conscientiously radiating a dim glow.
The streets are still bustling with people, and the gorgeous yet noisy neon lights have given everything a colorful and dazzling mark, but a closer look reveals it to be dull black and white.
The shadow of sin is climbing and spreading like a vine in the corners of this city, with its branches reaching into countless inconspicuous corners and crevices. In a quick glance, an ugly corner will be revealed.
At this moment, in a bar in Tokyo, a gathering was taking place quietly.
"Weima." The young man with long chestnut hair tucked his hair behind his ears and introduced himself in a cheerful tone, "This is my code name. It's our first meeting. Please give me your guidance."
The atmosphere in the bar was noisy and chaotic, with the crowd drinking their last glass of wine tonight as if they were having a party before death. The private rooms seemed to separate the people inside and outside, giving the former some tranquility and solemnity.
"I've heard a little bit about him. He's a handsome guy." After a moment of silence, Vermouth was the first to speak. The blonde woman smiled charmingly, and her eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the silver-haired man with a cold look on his face, then chuckled, "You know, you look a lot like someone I met before."
"Stop your meaningless chatter, Vermouth." Gin interrupted coldly. The code members present could subtly sense the unpleasantness in the other party's words.
But the chestnut-haired newcomer seemed unable to read other people's eyes. He squinted his eyes, and his indigo pupils revealed some doubt and curiosity: "You are the Gin Bar. I have heard about your appearance from other members of the organization. Come to think of it, have we met before? You give me a very familiar feeling."
"......" The silver-haired young man's wolf eyes swept over fiercely, glaring at the young man in a warning, "Shut up."
The atmosphere was stagnant and no one spoke for a while. The blond mixed-race young man sat among the code members and calmly observed the scene in front of him. He felt that the new code member gave him an inexplicable sense of disharmony.
It was a mixture of innocence and naivety with a heavy burden, and the young man he was observing had not even felt this trait in himself.
Almost at the same time, Furuya Rei - perhaps, it would be more appropriate to call him "Bourbon" in this situation - had already determined that this young man seemed to really have some memory loss, and it was possible that what he said, such as "I felt familiar with Gin", was also true.
However, Bourbon did not intend to reveal any of his guesses. He looked at Scotland beside him calmly.
He could see that most people present were observing the new member of the organization, and he didn't know how many people had come to the same conclusion as him.
As an undercover agent of the Red Team in the organization, Bourbon should not have any other expression.
"Sorry, sorry, I can't remember the past. I always feel concerned when I see someone who looks familiar to me." Weimar didn't shut up as Gin said. Instead, he put his hands together to apologize, then sat down with a smile. He supported the chair with both hands, "The boss said I have to start the mission, so - what is the mission?"
Gin's expression suddenly became more gloomy, but he did not say anything else. He just said, "From now on, you will follow me to do the mission and act as the intelligence officer of our team."
"...Weimaraner."
He murmured the code name in a familiar yet unfamiliar tone. His deep voice seemed to mix and crush the short syllables, and then cover them with some original, very familiar mark in his memory.
*
There is a very eye-catching shabby sign at the intersection of Gray Street, which clearly shows how dilapidated this place is, as if it is afraid that passers-by may not see it.
When the sky is bright during the day, the place is illuminated by the sunlight, and the bare broken walls are all covered with thick dust, just like a doll that has been abandoned for a long time, dull and colorless.
And now it is night, so everything seems to be covered by thick mist and ink, and it doesn't seem so disgusting.
There are many shops on both sides, which are short and narrow but do not seem deserted. Although everything here looks filthy, you can still see some life here.
Tang Lichu opened his eyes, withdrew his consciousness from the [Weimar] vest, then looked at the motionless progress bar in the APP on his mobile phone and sighed.
It has been quite a while since he came to this world. It has been more than a week since he changed from an ordinary high school student named Tang Lichu to a low-ranking detective named Tang Lichu on Huijie. The "Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Organization APP" that he bound to when he traveled through time is still stuck at the first task [attracting the attention of Bourbon (Toru Amuro/Rei Furuya)].
To be honest, Tang Lichu knew almost nothing about this APP. He only knew that his ultimate goal was to establish an organization composed of beautiful, strong and miserable people.
After successfully building it, he can return to his original world, continue to be an ordinary high school student, and fight with Wu San Wang Hou Xiong.
At present, there are only three people in the organization, him, his (alias) and his (another alias).
I always feel that the road ahead is very dark...
Gray Street is a chaotic place. It is the shadow between the Red Side and the Black Side in the Detective world, embracing all the homeless people in between.
——Yes, the world he is in now is the world of the popular anime "Detective Conan", and the vest [Weimar] he just used is a code name for a core member of the Black Organization.
He now has two vests, both of which are code names of members of the Black Organization. One is a member of the Black Organization's intelligence department, and the other is a miserable social animal who is caught between the red and black and is neither human nor outside.
How to say it, it all fits the setting of [beautiful, strong, and miserable].
Come to think of it, when he was a kid watching Detective Conan, he was only busy complaining about all kinds of weird motives for committing crimes, but he never thought about the fact that the red and black war would cause harm to the office slaves.
Look at all the people here on Gray Street. Most of them are poor people who were threatened by the Black Organization and helped to do things but did not dare to turn themselves in afterwards, or were forced to cooperate by the Japanese Public Security Bureau because of their connection with the organization, leading to being hunted down by the Black Organization.
Tang Lichu returned to his small detective agency and silently sipped his cheap instant coffee. Through the south-facing window of the detective agency, he could vaguely see the darkening sky outside. There were no pedestrians on the narrow road, and the wind blew up the curtain of the repair shop opposite, revealing the dark inside.
At this moment, his phone vibrated and a new pop-up window popped up.
[Task 2: Attract Gin's (Kurosawa Jin) attention, completion rate 10%. ]
Tang Lichu: ...
Although he was somewhat happy that the progress was no longer zero, he did not expect that the first one to reap the progress would be the [Weimar] vest.
It seems that I have to use this vest more often to show my presence in front of Gin... I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Tang Lichu subtly feels that Gin doesn’t seem to like Weimar, his new colleague, very much.
These are secondary. The biggest reason why Tang Lichu doesn't like to use this vest is that his other vest has its own memories, which are equivalent to the background story, and is more convenient to play; but Weimar has no memories at all, just like a blank piece of paper.
This kind of character that has no basic settings is the most difficult to act!
But what can he do? If he wants to go home, he can only complete the tasks issued by the APP - he can't stay in this world forever! Ordinary people in the world of Detective Conan will be involved in a case one day. It's okay if they are suspects, but it would be terrible if they are murderers or victims!
Tang Lichu sighed tiredly and climbed onto his other vest to see what was going on.
Another alias, Tsukihara Akiko, is still diligently handling the tasks assigned by her superiors in the organization.
Since traveling through time, Tang Lichu has logged into this account six times. Every time, he saw a code with green letters on a black background. No matter whether it was morning, noon, afternoon, evening or early morning, this office worker seemed to never stop.
As a former high school student, Tang Lichu felt his pupils tremble: office animals are so horrible!
Does something like 007 really exist? Vest, do you really not need to sleep?
Fortunately, most of the time the APP can be used to host the vest, and Tang Lichu does not need to work as 007 himself, otherwise he might just lie down and not use the social animal vest even if he does not go home.
He just took a look, and when he found there was nothing new here, he withdrew his consciousness and focused his attention on Weimar again.
As luck would have it, the next moment after he changed his vest, he received a call from Gin.
"There is a mission. Wherever you are, Vodka will pick you up and take you to the scene." A deep voice slowly came out of the phone.
Wilma blinked, looked around, and replied, "In the candy store."
He paused, walked out of the store to look at the sign to confirm his exact location, but Gin had already hung up the phone.
Weimar:......?
No, wait, he hasn't given the exact location yet, right? There's more than one candy store in Tokyo, right?
Gin, how did you determine which candy store he was in? !
Weimar looked at the big bag of mints in his hand in confusion and fell into deep thought.
The question is, why did he, who was hosted by the APP, buy so many mints? Is this some unknown setting of Weimar? He has no idea!
But he had already taken it, and he was not short of money - well, to be precise, it was the organization that was not short of money - it would be embarrassing to put it back casually. Weimar took the candy, paid the bill, and walked out of the candy store.
The iconic black Porsche was parked on the side of the road. Sitting in the passenger seat was the iconic man with long silver hair. Weimar got into the car.
Gin snorted coldly: "What a boring habit. The specific content of the task has been sent to your email, please check it."
So Gin, how did you know which candy store he was in? Weimar blinked and searched his collar pockets, but couldn't find the locator.
This guy wouldn't be following me like a peeping Tom, right?
Weimar was openly distracted, earning a glare from the hardworking Gin: "Hurry up, you need to finish reading and memorize this information before arriving at the location."
The silver-haired young man's pair of green wolf eyes shot out sharp light, but Weimar didn't feel afraid at all. He just shrank his shoulders with a playful smile, looked over with a pair of indigo eyes, and replied: "Okay, as you command."
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