186.

[There is a clear and transparent surface of water under your feet, and a water mirror stretching across the sky in the middle divides the picture into two sides: light and dark.

The young man in a black windbreaker wore metal glasses. The eyes behind the lenses were dull and dark, like an abyss that could swallow everything. His face was indifferent, and his lips, pursed until they were deep red, became the only bright color in the black and white.

Opposite him, the black-haired young man in police uniform smiled as if in spring breeze, the shadow of the morning sun fell on his shoulders, and the golden tassels on the buttons became the most unified glory of graduation season. He placed his right hand on his left chest, with a cherry blossom keychain wrapped between his fingers.

But the next moment, the black muzzle of a gun was pressed against his forehead, and a finger covered by a white silk glove elegantly hooked the trigger.

"Bang--"

After the silent gunshots, the warm young man in the light was wrapped in spider-web-like cracks, and even his smile turned blood red. The cherry blossom keychain in his hand fell and broke into pieces.

Finally, the figure in the shadows leaned over, picked up the broken cherry blossoms, took off his glasses, and smiled the same smile as the latter.

He slowly and calmly crossed the mirror to the bright side, but the shadow under his feet would never disappear.

——Light and Shadow】

This is an illustration that has been dominating the forum's creative zone for nearly a week. Almost all readers who have read the comic will be strongly recommended the link, and will click on it in a trance and get stabbed again.

For a while, the forum was filled with grief, and even many readers who did not follow Conan could not help but come over and express their doubts about the illustrations from the bottom of their hearts.

——Is this some kind of plot about twins falling in love and killing each other?

——No, this is a plus version of the sword mountain plot with "I hit myself" and love and killing each other.

——It looks like a BE direction...

——No, this is so sweet, come on!!!

Therefore, under the coaxing and persuasion of a group of knife-eating people, the daily active users of the "Detective Conan: Symphony of Red and Black" forum increased by several points.

This group of new leeks rushed in and started a new round of scolding the old thieves with tears and snot, and at the same time, they left the voting with a disapproving attitude.

Chiyodani, the master of painting, Hayato sighed.

——【Big profit! 】

The customer service couldn't help but complain: [Dear... I remember you were not like this at the beginning, so obedient and sincere. ]

How come you've become so despicable now!

It didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence. The artificial idiot, which had suffered several months of torture, finally understood what it meant to be resigned. No - he who understands current affairs is a hero.

Chiyoya Hayato took a sip of coffee slowly. The rich aroma of coffee wafted between her lips and teeth, with a bitter taste that most people would find unbearable.

She didn't show any discomfort on her face, and said to the customer service in her heart: "People always need to grow up. If you don't try, you will never know where your bottom line is. 】

customer service:【……】

Is this the reason why this woman wants to screw it along with the organization? !

Chiyoya Saori was too lazy to deal with the already completely obedient customer service and continued to read the comments on the comics.

It was already September 15th, and exactly one month had passed since Chiyodani Toru disappeared. What had happened in the meantime... was too much to describe!

In short, she is now playing the role of Chiyodani Toru 2.0, who can be more flexible and has complete connections with the police, becoming the deepest thorn in the organization.

The reason why she was able to solve a series of problems so quickly was naturally because she used other channels. The process was not important. Judging from the results, everything was under her control.

If I could meet Furuya Rei in the organization in the future, she would be my senior in every way!

Just like the relationship between friends who are like fathers to each other, although Chiyoya Saori secretly maintains her reserve, sometimes she also wants to hammer the heads of those enemies of the same period into pieces.

Although in their eyes, Chiyotani Toru may be the biggest victim...

The word "let go" is nailed on the board.

Chiyoya Saori suppressed the guilty feeling in her heart for a second, took another sip of the most expensive and bitterest coffee in the store, and swallowed it slowly.

Oh, and she also had what could be considered her biggest gain!

[Has the organization's funds been deposited into my card?] She asked the customer service staff with a reserved and arrogant tone, [And the salary from the police, please confirm it again.]

The customer service couldn't hold it back this time, and said: [Dear, you have been bragging to me for half a month! ! Can you focus on the highlight value? ]

Chiyogaya Saori covered her slowly rising lips with the help of the coffee cup, coughed lightly, and stiffened her expression.

Thanks to the 2.0 version of Chiyodani Toru, she has a lot of things to do. She can now justifiably and brazenly take money from the organization in various ways. Although Shinsou's salary has been reduced a lot by her, it is still double the money she has earned from the organization.

Most of the focus this month was on the police academy students. In order to whet the audience's appetite, the old thief almost suppressed her perspective and only released it slowly in the middle of the month, which directly blew up the whole audience.

In August, there was the plot of the birthday party, and the disappearance made readers extremely anxious, and they wanted to vote for her. She received a lot of highlights, but in September...

Chiyoya Saori couldn't help but twitch her lips when she saw herself pretending to be cool during a mission.

If the forum knew that after she dropped two grenades and closed the door, a bunch of people inside instantly turned into corpses and ran away quickly, they would be so devastated...

Terrible organization/terrible forum.

She clicked on the latest comments section.

[Wow wow wow! Wow wow wow I am bursting into tears, this appearance is very handsome, but is this my husband? My husband is so old wow wow wow]

[This is a brilliant stroke, the chopping board is also cei (mumbling to himself with lifeless eyes)]

[Wuwuwuwu, it's great that Toru is not dead. I, the old thief, will offer you as a sacrifice. I will burn three incense sticks after every meal. Go with peace of mind!]

[For a moment I didn’t know if the people upstairs were friendly forces…]

[Where is the prophet from last time? Damn! He actually predicted the plot of the Chiyogaya family being black. I am drooling when I see it. Isn’t it tears?]

[It’s actually quite easy to understand. This kind of storyline that starts with white and ends with black is often the most profound, and is best suited for love-hate relationships, such as Uchiha Itachi and Geto Suguru… But Toru’s blackness is even worse, and he was forced to do it (cat sighs)]

[Wuwuwu, how did my proud police officer become like this? Although Hei Che is also very handsome, but I grunt...]

[Sister, are you done for? (wiping tears) Why can’t I have both!!! If the brainwashing was a little deeper, wouldn’t the police academy group be finished?!]

[Chao! Assuming that Toru has turned evil to a very deep degree, how could Rei possibly go undercover... Isn't this a game over as soon as he enters the plot? But the old thief said that this plot will not change (风中緩麂)]

[Fuck, upstairs I love you oooooooo! Since Zero can’t be exposed, we can infer that Toru is not completely black oooooooo, and there is a possibility that she will turn white after applying wheat externally!!!]

[Aa ...

[The smile on his face gradually disappeared.jpg]

[Knock… Let’s analyze what Kurotoshi has shown so far: the most obvious one is that he has completely turned into a shark without any emotions. Compared to the police officer who would coax children when walking on the street, Kurotoshi has evolved to the point where he can kill people and even blow up houses. (Good friend Gin II?)

Judging from his somewhat strange way of speaking, I guess Toru's ability to empathize with emotions was suppressed in the beginning, which is equivalent to the organization forcibly shaping an antisocial personality. Now we can't expect Kotetsu to stand up for injustice and not retaliate.

The most important point is that how much Shiroto wanted to find Soori in the beginning, and now that he knows Soori is Shinsou, he hates her so much. The organization is unlikely to give up two such rare experimental subjects for research, and it is estimated that they will forcibly prevent the two of them from meeting, which is a blessing in disguise.

Also, Toru used to be afraid of heat and fire because of Saori's empathy, but now he can praise directly to the flames, and his sweet tooth has also reversed... I wonder how Kurokatsu will act in front of the police academy team when the time comes. I feel like his reversal is much more serious than Shinsou's! ]

[I admire you, but there is not much description of my sister’s story. I guess it will be more after she graduates from the police academy… I just want to say one thing now, the Chiyogaya family is too miserable!!]

[Even if I am lying in a coffin, I will still shout with my decayed voice: "You old thief, you are not a human being——"]

Chiyoya Saya closed the forum, drank the already cold coffee, and left the cafe directly.

September was already autumn, but the weather was still hot. She lifted up the long sleeves that covered her wounds, revealing her bandaged arms. Her expression gradually became cold as she walked.

Customer Service: [Dear, are you really not going to be schizophrenic...]

[If you don’t want to experience physical schizophrenia, I suggest you shut up - don’t disturb me from acting. ]

These are just the price she has to pay to survive. She will always be just herself.

Chiyoya Sayori never forgot this.

187.

"Okay, Officer Takada, I'm back at the apartment now, and will be back to school soon." The black-haired young man was talking on the phone on the way, walking at a leisurely pace, "I'm fine, I've troubled you enough these past few days."

His tone was as gentle and polite as ever, but his face was indifferent. An especially prominent sense of disconnection lingered over him and did not dissipate for a long time.

Takada Ichigo on the other end of the phone heard the voice and thought he was in good condition, so he reminded him twice: "Although I know you have been recuperating in the hospital for a while, you still need to be a little more careful in the future..."

Chiyodani Toru responded without missing a word. He said he was going to the school, but in fact he still walked slowly to the street which was some distance away from the Police Academy.

His other hand was still in his pocket, fiddling with Granmani's cell phone.

It has to be said that the organization never treats its members badly in terms of equipment. As long as he is willing, he can reimburse all the expenses during the mission and reward himself with something.

Take, for example, the latest expensive cell phone.

This morning, Canadian Whiskey completed a mission to steal intelligence, but when he was evacuating, a cat triggered the alarm, which led to him being discovered and chased all the way. He had no choice but to pay half of the mission reward and let the nearest organization member take care of the data he had obtained.

Then Chiyodani Toru happily took on this unlucky task.

After all, the last collaboration was considered to be a relatively "satisfactory" one, and both parties experienced sharing joys and sorrows in some ways.

Now, he went to the telephone booth mentioned by Canadian Whiskey to retrieve the USB flash drive containing the data.

Although smartphones are now widely used, many people still prefer to use telephone booths to make calls, or simply think that paying with coins is much cheaper than paying by phone.

He even said that when he arrived at the designated location, there was even a queue outside.

A middle-aged office worker wearing a wrinkled shirt and who hadn't washed his hair in who knows how long was standing outside the phone booth sighing. He looked at his watch from time to time, then at the man leaning against the door in the phone booth who was talking on the phone, with a sad expression on his face.

"Is it urgent?"

A voice as gentle as spring breeze sounded, and the middle-aged man turned around and found a black-haired young man standing behind him.

The other person had a proper smile on his face, his eyes slightly narrowed behind the metal glasses, his expression could not be seen clearly, but he vaguely revealed the shy temperament of a student.

He held out the phone and handed it to him: "If you don't mind, you can use my phone to make the call."

The middle-aged man looked at the mobile phone handed to him and knew that it was a new model that was very expensive and something he could not afford with a year's salary.

He was a little at a loss and said: "This, this is not good, right? I haven't washed my hands..."

"It's okay. I see you're anxious waiting." The young man put the phone into his hand without saying anything, and said without question, "I'll also keep an eye on it. I'm not worried that you'll run away with it!"

The middle-aged man responded twice in a somewhat chaotic manner, and just when he was about to say "thank you", he saw the black-haired young man who handed him the phone, opened the door of the telephone booth without saying a word, walked straight in, and made eye contact with the person who was on the phone.

The middle-aged man holding the phone: "......?"

I don't know why I suddenly felt the phone in my hand was hot.

Hesitantly, he opened the dialing interface and dialed the number he knew by heart. The phone beeped twice and the call was connected.

"Mom, has the money I transferred to you last week arrived? Remember to check - this is a call I made using someone else's cell phone." His expression relaxed and he smiled, "He's a very kind child..."

Soon, the door of the phone booth was banged open again. The strong man who had been occupying the phone booth rushed out and almost fell on the middle-aged man.

He was sweating profusely, and had lost all the ease and contentment he had just shown when he made the phone call.

Seeing the latter holding the phone in a daze, the tall man reached out and snatched the phone, clenching his teeth and trembling: "Give it to me quickly, I want to call the police!"

He hadn't finished his words yet, and was about to run while typing on his phone. Unexpectedly, someone grabbed him by the collar before he took two steps.

The black-haired young man who had just forced his way into the phone booth stood out again at some point, and his right hand, which was still tied with a bandage, was now seemingly resting easily on the man's collar.

"Sir, where do you want to go with my phone?"

Chiyodani Toru opened his eyes, still with a gentle smile on his face, but the smile did not reach his eyes, and he looked a little empty. The other party shuddered and turned around.

"You, you carry a gun with you!" the man shouted wildly, and seemed to feel that there was no way out, so he punched him in the face as if in a rage, "I'm going to fight you now!"

The next second, with a clean shoulder throw, the tall man was thrown behind the telephone booth like a windmill, his four legs facing the sky, and he immediately fainted.

Chiyogaya Toru picked up his phone slowly, patted the screen, and blew a breath of air with some appreciation: "Fortunately it didn't break."

The middle-aged man next to him was stunned. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word for a long time.

"It's just a gift box. He misunderstood." Chiyoya Toru paused, took out a box the size of a harmonica from his pocket, and said with an innocent smile, "Do you still want to call?"

It was still that gentle smile, but the middle-aged man felt a chill, as if he was facing a wild ghost covered in skin. There was something wrong from beginning to end.

He shook subconsciously, then turned around and ran away.

Chiyotani Toru: “…”

The young man silently put away his phone, put the gift box back into his pocket, and pushed his glasses with some distress.

The scenes of how I interacted with others are still vivid in my memory. Although I have tried very hard to recreate the way I was at that time, it seems that something still went wrong.

But where is it?

The glasses used to cover his face could only hide the most obvious emotions and could not allow him to replicate them perfectly.

He sighed slightly, fiddling with the USB flash drive he had already obtained, and looking at the man who had been knocked unconscious, he kicked him aside with some disgust and planned to leave immediately...

Suddenly, there was a sharp braking sound from the side. The motorcycle tires rubbed against the concrete floor, making a loud noise that pierced directly into the eardrum, causing the young man to pause subconsciously.

He turned his head and found that the person sitting on the motorcycle was the person who left the deepest impression on him.

——Morofushi Kagemitsu and Date Kou.

The two men were carelessly taking off their helmets, not even caring about parking illegally, and rushed straight towards him.

"Chiyodani Toru?!"

The black-haired young man subconsciously put on his most familiar smile, but a trace of confusion suddenly flashed across his eyes.