Zhongyuan extra, black

[If I had never seen the light, and turned around and embraced the darkness...]

Conan gradually regained consciousness from the chaos and slowly opened his eyes. The dazzling white light made his eyes sore.

"Edogawa Conan..."

A slightly hoarse voice came from the side, making Conan a little dazed. Who was it?

"Or maybe it would be better to call you Kudo Shinichi."

!!!!

Conan was completely awake from the shock, his pupils shrank rapidly, and he suddenly looked at the person next to him.

A man dressed in black with an extremely stunning appearance.

The other person had neat short black hair and deep brow bones, and must be of foreign descent. He had an unreserved aggression, and his gray-green eyes seemed to be sizing him up like prey, even though he seemed to be just sitting casually on the chair.

Just like a lazy lion on the grassland, he stares at his prey with his beastly eyes, knowing that the prey cannot escape from his grasp. His absolute strength gives him the confidence to look down on his opponent.

After all, his body is just that of a child... Conan felt somewhat relieved and subconsciously tried to touch his wrist, but found nothing there.

"That watch? It's here."

The man calmly took out a watch from his pocket and waved it in front of the man, then pointed at the door and said, "Your modified sneakers are there."

"Big brother, what are you talking about?" Conan tried his best to ignore the cold sweat on his body and forced a smile. It was obvious that the other party did not take the size of his child lightly, which was a problem.

"Do you usually get by like this? It's so fake."

The man commented nonchalantly, and even a casual glance at him made Conan tremble all over. The hairs on his body that stood up emphasized how dangerous this man was.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Grappa. I think you have heard of me since I have been investigating for so long."

Conan's breath caught in his throat as he realized that the person in front of him was several times more dangerous than he had expected.

Since the beginning of the investigation into this organization, both Haibara and Mr. Amuro have been emphasizing that if you hear the code name Grappa, you should immediately stay away from it and do not pursue it further to try to find out any information.

He is the organization's craziest and most loyal bad dog. He is a powerful intelligence officer with a keen sense of smell. Many undercover agents have died in his hands, including Mr. Amuro's friends.

"What are you thinking about, my data?"

Grappa looked at the boy who was thinking and asked directly, but the intimidating aura around him made his words sound more like an interrogation, and the frozen atmosphere made it difficult to breathe.

"Did Amuro tell you that?" Seeing that Conan didn't answer, Grappa continued, "I know, he is an undercover agent, right?"

Is he lying to me? He can't show any abnormality!

Conan tried his best to remain calm, lowering his head to prevent his expression from revealing anything, while thinking quickly about what to say, but before he opened his mouth he heard the other party say:

"Why do you think I didn't kill you directly? You shouldn't be so naive as to think that I would go easy on minors. After all, I have killed countless people at my age." Grappa said, "I sent a message to Amuro and he is on his way here."

Conan listened quietly without saying a word. He was still not sure whether the other party was trying to trick him. It was already very dangerous for Mr. Amuro to be an undercover agent, and he absolutely could not get caught and expose his identity because of his mistake.

"Boring." Grappa seemed a little helpless when he saw the other party's quiet look, and then threw something over. Conan caught it subconsciously and found that it was... a game controller.

"Do you play games?" The man took out a game controller and picked him up with one hand and walked to the living room, saying, "I'm just asking politely. I checked whether you can play games. It would take more than an hour for Amuro to get here even with his driving skills. Come with me."

Apparently, the other party didn't think there was anything wrong with playing games with someone he was about to kill. He quickly opened the latest game on Paradise Man, sat on the sofa, placed Conan next to him, and waited for it to load.

Conan was naturally in no mood to play games. He quickly looked around, trying to find as much useful details as possible. The house was not small, with two floors. In the living room, there were only some basic furniture besides the latest games. Suddenly, the other person's voice rang in his ears.

"Don't be distracted while playing games."

Conan refused with silence.

The man rubbed his head and said bluntly, "How about this, you can ask me questions while playing the game. I can answer them if they don't involve confidential information."

"Then let's start." Conan quickly picked up the game console and asked without hiding anything: "What's the name of your boss?"

"You want me to kill you now?" Grapa turned around and asked after a moment of silence, with no trace of murderous intent in his gray-green eyes.

Well, I knew it wouldn’t work, Conan thought silently, and changed the question to one that didn’t involve any secrets.

“You have a cat?”

Although there were no cat-friendly items in the living room, there was some black soft hair on the sofa, and although Grappa also had black hair, it was clearly an animal's.

"Little Green sometimes comes over to look for food." Grappa was not surprised that the other party could guess it. He knew that the high school detective in front of him was not just a famous person.

The cat is called Xiaolu. Does he like animals? But he doesn't have any pets and doesn't come here often... No, the information he gets this way is too limited.

"How did you find out about me?" Conan thought for a moment and asked directly. After hearing that the other party had investigated him, he knew that this point was really exposed. The current situation would not turn around unless he asked directly.

"I originally wanted to find an opportunity to catch Amuro, but you were too obvious, and I found out as soon as I checked."

So Mr. Amuro hasn't been exposed yet......

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I want to kill Amuro even if he's not an undercover agent. It's even easier if he's an undercover agent." Grappa said as he controlled the character to kill Conan's character. Then he looked at the other party and said, "I did investigate you, but I didn't find out that you're such a rubbish at playing games."

I'm sorry I'm such a rubbish at gaming...

At this critical moment, Conan couldn't help but say, "You asked me to play games with you."

"There's nothing I can do. Brother Zhen won't play with me, and the rest of the organization isn't willing to do it either."

Brother Jin, could it be Kurosawa Jin, Gin!

Conan didn't expect the other party to say this. His brain was working quickly and he said carefully, "Why don't I accompany you?"

"He finds me annoying."

Grappa said directly: "Although he is very nice to me, he also dislikes me. Before, he even complained that I was noisy and wouldn't let me talk. But now he accepts it, but he still refuses to play games with me."

Gin plays games... Conan couldn't help but imagine it in his head, and he almost lost control because the scene was too OOC.

"Even if we go to the game hall to play, it's inconvenient to be photographed by too many cameras. I regret not wearing a mask when I first went on the mission. If someone heard that the reason I asked Vermode to disguise myself was to play games, that woman would definitely say something nonsense..."

It was as if a switch was turned on in the other party, and he suddenly started to talk incessantly about his sadness of having no one to play games with. Conan didn't know where to start complaining for a moment. He just felt that the other party had something to say, so it was no wonder that Gin was annoyed.

If Grappa knew what Conan was thinking, he would definitely say helplessly that he was just feeling suffocated because no one had complained to him for too long. After all, Brother Zhen only thought he was noisy, and the other codename members stayed away from him. The lower-level people didn't dare to talk to him, the communication with the BOSS was one-way, and he often killed the target of the mission with one shot. But the one in front of him had to be used to keep Amuro company and couldn't be killed immediately, which gave him a rare chance to vent.

"If I hadn't basically mastered all the single-player games, I wouldn't have dragged a guy like you with poor skills into this..."

How can a guy who doesn't even have anyone to play games with have the right to complain! If it weren't for his mind telling him that the man in front of him was a member of the organization and he couldn't anger him, Conan would have even wanted to smash the game console and leave.

"You're dead."

Grappa finally stopped talking, looked at the fallen game character and said to Conan.

"This is the second game," the man put down the game controller and looked at his phone.

"I was originally planning to play three games, but Amuro's speed was faster than expected, which was a pity."

Mr. Amuro has arrived?! How did he know? Did he install a tracking device on the car? Wouldn't that put Mr. Amuro in danger?

Conan suddenly felt bitter and wanted to say something but his mind went into a mess and he lost consciousness.

"You can't talk from now on." Grappa looked at the unconscious boy and murmured, "Silvani's medicine is quite effective, but..."

"It would be better if I killed him directly than to be sent to his laboratory..."

The man pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at the boy. This was what Toru Amuro saw after he pushed open the door.

"Grappa, I haven't seen him for a few days and he has fallen to the point of picking on a little guy."

Grappa put down his gun and turned to look at the blond man in sportswear with gray-purple eyes. His tone was full of disdain and undisguised malice. After all, everyone in the organization knew:

Bourbon and grappa hate each other.

"He's not a kid," Grappa said slowly after watching the other person's reaction. "His name is Kudo Shinichi, and he's a high school detective. Mr. Amuro Toru, who has a good relationship with him, should know him."

"Kudo Shinichi, this elementary school student?" Amuro Toru looked at the unconscious boy on the sofa, then looked at Grappa, and said with a little disdain in his eyes: "Do you think this is a game?"

"It's really unscientific, like the skills in the game that ignore physics." Grappa nodded, then raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Amuro Toru, asking: "So why did you drive all the way through red lights for an ordinary elementary school student?"

"Is he your illegitimate child?"