Gin, who was ruthless not only to others but also to himself, only gave Kousuke and Shuichi Akai a cold look before biting open the poison sac in his mouth.
Seeing Gin lying on the ground, lifeless with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, Kōyū's expression remained largely unchanged.
If he had to say something, he felt it was a bit of a pity.
That was too decisive.
If Gin hadn't committed suicide, or if he had been able to stop Gin from doing so, he would have definitely made Gin experience what torture is like.
He didn't want to find out anything; he just wanted to vent his anger.
"How does it feel?" Shuichi Akai asked Mitsuyu, panting.
"It's not satisfying at all," Kōyū asked, panting, his hands on his knees. "And you?"
“Same.” Shuichi Akai said, his hands in his pockets, looking at Gin on the ground. “After taking them all down, I guess I can feel better.”
"Maybe." After saying that, Guangyou simply plopped down on the ground and looked at everything in front of him.
The sun shone warmly, and everyone was bathed in its light, except for Gin, who lay in the shadow cast by the building.
"A coincidence?" Kōyū smiled noncommittally. "Perhaps."
He didn't know if it was because Gin had always represented the Black side, or if it was just a coincidence.
None of that matters.
This mission...
Perfectly done!
...
After meeting Conan, Kousuke asked him:
How does it feel to be in first-person view?
"Doesn't it feel exciting?"
"It was pretty exciting, really." Conan exaggeratedly picked his ear with his finger and complained, "It's just that your mouth is too much of a target."
“That’s called tactics,” Guangyou explained to him in a serious tone.
“He’s right,” Shuichi Akai said without turning his head as he drove.
"Right, you see there are people who understand..."
Before Kōyū could finish speaking, Akai Shuichi added, "..."
"I mean Conan is right."
"Your mouth is too much of a target."
The two weren't very far apart, and he heard most of the trash talk Guangyou was saying.
"Right, he really does look like he deserves a beating." Conan chimed in, mimicking Kōyū's earlier words, while tending to Kōyū's wounds.
Kōyū, who was about to say something, remembered that it was Conan who had treated his wounds, and swallowed back what he was about to say.
It wasn't that he wouldn't tell Conan because Conan treated his wounds, but rather that he was worried Conan would use treating his wounds as an excuse to "retaliate" against him later.
For example, "accidentally" adding too much alcohol, or "accidentally" using too much force.
Although he could endure it, the pain did not disappear; he would still feel pain.
...
After the operation concluded, Kwang-yu contacted Vermouth while resting.
According to the Japanese New Year, which falls on January 1st of the Gregorian calendar, there are only nine days left until the end of this year.
He wanted to destroy the distillery within nine days, making sure to capitalize on the "farewell to the old year and welcome the new" theme.
Besides this reason, Gin is dead, Vodka has been arrested, and the distillery seems unaware of this.
He needs to seize this information gap and finalize the deal with the winery as soon as possible, lest things get complicated.
Just three days after the operation to capture Gin ended, Vermouth told Kousuke that it was time to destroy the distillery...
arrive!
...
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