Zhongyuan extra, black

White ceiling, pungent smell of disinfectant, is this the organization's medical room? No, that's not right, this is...

"It's the Public Security Bureau's hospital, Grappa."

A voice came from his ear, and Grappa subconsciously wanted to look at the other party, but found that he could not move at all.

"You've been injected with a muscle relaxant and tied up tightly enough. Don't hope to escape."

"It turned out to be Amuro." Grappa's memory gradually came back, and he also realized that the current situation was that he was caught by the police.

"Why, instead of sending me directly to death, you are treating my wounds. Is this the legendary humanitarian care?"

"I just can't let you die so early." Amuro Toru, or it would be better to call him Furuya Rei at this time, he was looking at the man in front of him, who was wearing a hospital gown and was firmly fixed to the bed by a white strap. Only his right arm was exposed with an infusion needle inserted in it, and there were a bunch of measuring instruments on his body to monitor the changes in his body at any time. It can only be said that the public security is taking an attitude of caution towards this man.

"Well, is this an interrogation?" Grappa asked doubtfully, but then changed his mind and continued: "An interrogation should not be so gentle to me. Are you using me as bait?"

"Grappa, if you can cooperate and tell us about the organization, your crime can be treated leniently." Furuya Rei ignored the other party's question and said calmly. At this time, he was not Bourbon who was wandering madly in the darkness in the organization, but Furuya Rei, a Japanese public security policeman.

"Take it easy, are you sure?"

"Of course I don't want to," the blond man seemed to be irritated by this, and said in a suppressed and angry voice:

"Grappa, Hiro died in your hands, which makes me want to cut you into pieces."

"So Hiro is Scottish, and you and him are more than just colleagues?" Grappa realized who the other party was talking about and speculated, "He should be closer to you, I can barely understand this, so when are you going to cut me into pieces?"

"But this is a country ruled by law. You will go to court and let the law decide what punishment you should get for your crime, Grappa." Furuya Ling ignored the other party's words, left this sentence firmly, and turned away.

Grappa began a long life of captivity.

He was under 24-hour guarding, with surveillance cameras everywhere without any concealment. The nurses who came to change the dressings were carefully selected, and no one would talk to him.

Furutani Rei came several times, and his general message was that if one spoke out the organization's confidential information, one would be treated leniently. Apart from that, Grappa could only lie in bed and stare blankly.

"Mr. Amuro, what's going on now?" Conan came to the monitoring room and asked with a frown while looking at Grappa lying on the bed without any reaction on the screen.

At this time, his identity had been exposed and he was under the protection of the public security. After getting used to calling him Mr. Amuro, he did not change his way of speaking quickly for a while, but Furuya Rei did not care.

"There has been no movement from the organization yet. After my identity was exposed, they quickly changed all the internal communications that I knew about, and moved to another base." Furuya Rei said helplessly. His identity was exposed too hastily this time, and it did not cause the greatest possible damage to the organization, which made him really unwilling to accept.

"Grappa hasn't said anything yet? I felt he was easy to talk to in the car." Conan couldn't help but be surprised when he thought of what happened in the car. After all, Grappa was indeed very different from what he had initially imagined.

"So I let you try it. He is very wary of other people," Furiya Rei looked at Conan with a smile, causing the latter to shrink back. "He didn't say a word the whole time. Even if I went over, I would just say a few provocative words. To be honest, I wanted to punch him in the face, but the rules don't allow it."

Why does it seem that after giving up his Bourbon identity, Mr. Amuro has become more violent?

Putting aside his doubts, Conan nodded and said, "Then I'll give it a try."

When Conan walked into the room, he saw Grappa lying motionless on the bed. Except for his right hand which was receiving an IV drip, the rest of his body was firmly fixed with restraints, like a trapped beast. This reduced the sense of threat on his body and also made Conan relax his tension, and he looked at him carefully.

The facial features are probably mixed race. Although the features are deep and sharp, the eye shape is the typical Asian peacock eye, the upper eyelid folds are narrower, and the eye color is......

Gray-green.

Conan met Grappa's suddenly opened eyes, and he couldn't deny that he was frightened by his momentum at that moment, which made him recall the danger that Mr. Amuro had previously emphasized.

"It's you." Grappa looked at the boy from the side and said in a light tone, "A newbie who is bad at gaming."

"It's better than having no one to play games with." Conan couldn't help but say it, and the other party's status in his heart was also shaking.

"That's true," Grappa agreed, and then he calmed down again.

"Do you have to be so loyal to the organization? They don't treat you well."

Conan remembered the last bomb that Gin threw in the car. If it had been a little bit more off, no one in the car would have survived. Even if they had time to jump out of the car, Grapa, the only one fixed to the car, would have died.

"It's good, I get paid for my job." Grappa answered casually. He has been asked this question countless times in the past two days.

What is that?! Conan wanted to refute the other party loudly, but he couldn't say it. He had experienced too many cases and saw people from the dark struggle hard and couldn't escape to the light. In comparison, Grappa saw this early and chose to embrace the darkness.

"But now you are here, and if you don't cooperate the sentence will only be more severe."

"Little brother, you should know that the reason I can still lie here and receive treatment is because the police want to arrest the organization's people." Grappa said calmly, "The locator on my body has not been removed, just to make it easier for them to find me."

He subconsciously wanted to raise his arm, but the tissue locator was buried inside. However, neither the muscle relaxant nor the strong straps made it impossible for him to complete this action, so he had to give up with regret.

"This is a trap. There's no way they can rescue you." Conan replied calmly. Even if Furuya Rei was hiding it from him, this smart enough detective could still deduce the general idea.

Grappa didn't say anything, as if he had acquiesced. Conan continued, "So for you now, wouldn't it be better to choose the path that maximizes your benefits?"

"That doesn't sound like something a detective representing justice would say." Grappa was somewhat surprised by what the other party said. In his impression, those who represented justice never liked to discuss interests directly.

"It's just the fact. We really need the organization's intelligence right now." Conan said seriously while sitting on the bed. Now that his identity has been exposed, if the organization doesn't disappear one day, he will not be able to return to his family and friends, and will not be able to return to Xiaolan.

“But I don’t want to tell you.”

"Why?" Conan asked. He really couldn't understand the code member in front of him.

"..." Grappa was silent.

"So, Grappa, you followed the organization not for the benefits, but because of your feelings for the organization." Conan had a headache. Although he had already guessed it, he really didn't expect Grappa to be so stubborn.

"What's the good of organizing him?" Conan was puzzled. Even among other criminals, Grapa's situation was rare.

"It's enough to eat." Grappa answered, not sure whether he was serious or casual.

"Then if the organization wants you to die, will you agree?" Conan said this impulsively. He also realized that he had said something wrong. He looked at Grappa's reaction carefully, but found that the other party seemed to be thinking about something, and then he actually laughed.

Unlike the cold smile he gave Gin before, it was just a faint smile, as if he had thought of something interesting and laughed:

"Yes, there is something good about the organization."

"Why would I die if they told me to?"

Grappa spoke the last sentence very softly, but Conan heard it clearly in the quiet room, so he asked anxiously:

"and you......"

"I also want to know why, but I don't know." The man muttered to himself, a rare look of confusion on his face.

Conan was stuck, he couldn't figure out the other party's train of thought. From the perspective of interests, telling the organization's intelligence was the best solution at the moment. Emotionally, the organization didn't like Grappa very much, but Grappa just didn't say anything. At this time, he was immersed in his own world and didn't pay any attention to him at all.

"I also want to convey a message on behalf of Mr. Akai. He asked me to ask you, do you know Noel?" Conan finally had to give up the topic and turned to talk about what Shuichi Akai had asked him to do before.

“Noel?” Grappa repeated, then added: “No, I don’t.”

Conan sighed. Although he didn't know why Mr. Akai asked this, he thought it might be related to the fact that he had been let down by Grappa. But soon he heard the other party say:

"I did know a very annoying uncle, but he was full of lies and cheated me."

Conan could only write down the meaning of the words and pass them on to Akai Shuichi to study the cause again and again. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard a voice from behind:

"But I do like the name Noel."

This is the last time Conan sees Grappa.

———

"He's dead?!"

After receiving the news of Grappa's death, Conan was in a trance. The person he was talking to yesterday suddenly died. How sudden it was, not to mention Grappa, this terrifying code member.

"Mr. Amuro, what is going on?"

"It's under investigation. What we can be sure of now is that the poison entered his body through the IV tube and was replaced long ago." Yuya Kazami, who was standing next to Rei Furiya, replied.

"So he was assassinated right under our noses." Furiya Rei gritted his teeth, and the three of them walked towards the control room together.

"It has been confirmed that someone injected poison into this bottle of medicine. Because the addition of drugs was done according to normal procedures, Grappa did not react at all and probably did not know..."

"No, he knows," Conan watched the last surveillance video carefully and said slowly, "He knows."

———

Time goes back to the morning before Conan's visit.

It was an adapted version of Morse code, which reached Grappa's ears along with the sound of birds outside the window.

/The organization sent someone to kill you tonight/

Grappa probably had some guesses about who informed him. Silvani, the codename member who had been given the wrong drug before, looked at him with a less than friendly look. Was he telling him this now, hoping that he would betray the organization? So that the organization would think he had betrayed them?

Although he really wanted to do so, Grappa was still sober. He probably realized that there was no need to do so. Even if he didn't tell the organization any information, the organization would still think he had betrayed them.

Although I don't want to admit it, this is what I am loyal to.

This intelligence is most likely true. The organization wants to silence me tonight. After all, it has been almost a week. Rather than thinking that the organization believes that I have not exposed the intelligence for so long, it is better to say that during this period of time, the organization has finally transferred any valuable intelligence I know, so they have found the time to get rid of me.

As for why Silvani told me this news, was it because he hoped that I could escape the assassination? What use would it be to him if I survived?

Grappa didn't want to think too much. He felt a little tired and didn't want to think. His head hurt too much and he couldn't even feel the outside world. It wasn't until Conan's arrival that he managed to pull his thoughts back a little, but soon, he was the only one left in the room.

He just lay there, looking at the occasional clouds floating outside the window. It was quite boring, but he watched them for the whole afternoon until the sun slowly set, dyeing the clouds a layer of orange-red, which was very beautiful, a bit like the color of barbecue.

While waiting, he could only rely on his limited imagination to study the clouds. Obviously, his lack of metaphors somewhat spoiled the mood.

Until a nurse in white came in slowly and said carefully: "The doctor temporarily added a tranquilizer. I will change it for you now."

Grappa looked at each other and suddenly understood. This was it.

"Are you leaving?" He asked softly with a smile on his face.

"It's just..." The nurse thought the other party just wanted to move to another place, and subconsciously wanted to explain, but suddenly remembered the order from above that she must not communicate with anyone, so she had to stop and nodded apologetically.

Grappa just smiled and said nothing more.

He watched the nurse changing the medicine skillfully. She must have been a nurse with many years of experience. Unlike himself who only did killing work, she must have saved countless lives. But he probably didn't expect that the medicine used to save people this time was full of poison.

Fortunately, the poison didn't kill any good people.

Grappa watched as the replaced transparent medicine slowly flowed down, mixed with the other medicines in the drip bottle and began to flow into the infusion tube, and then slowly entered his own veins, mixing with the blood. Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but he felt his body getting cold, as if he had returned to the rainy nights when he was a child without any shelter. The coldness that seeped into his bones seemed like an invitation from hell, rushing in with the god of death.

He knew that if he spoke at this moment, the police would rush over and pull out the infusion tube that was flowing with poison. After all, he seemed to still be of some use.

But he was so tired, the kind of exhaustion that came from the soul, that he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.

He just lay there, his gray-green eyes staring at the IV tube as the transparent medicine dripped in bit by bit. It seemed to be a very slow process. Waiting was boring, and waiting for one's own death was even more boring.

He slowly closed his eyes and stopped thinking about it.

That's it, he gave up resistance.

Originally, this life has no meaning.

It doesn't matter. It's time to go to bed.

Good night, this disgusting world.

———

"Mr. Amuro, I don't understand why." Conan looked at the other person's final death, very peacefully, as if he was just sleeping.

"I just found out a piece of information from a high-level official. They made a deal with a member of the organization. He exchanged intelligence for Grappa's people. So before that, it was someone at a high level who passed the information to Grappa." Furuya Rei was silent for a moment. At this moment, there was only Conan beside him.

"How can this be?!" Even though Conan knew something about the darkness in the upper echelons, he could not accept the situation of using people for trading.

"So someone told Grappa that someone would come to kill him tonight, so that he could be disappointed with the organization and then tell more information before being handed over..." Conan couldn't hold back his anger and questioned Furuya Rei beside him, even though he knew that the police around him had done their best and would never get involved in such a thing.

"Maximizing profits is what the top executives like to do, but they didn't expect Grappa to accept the organization's plan to kill him without any resistance..."

"Why on earth is he doing this to this organization..." Furuya Rei was confused for a moment and didn't know what to say.

"He just didn't know what to do." Conan suddenly remembered the previous conversation with the other party, realized something and murmured: "He just didn't know what to do after being abandoned by the organization, so he gave up his life."

"He chose to trust the organization, but was abandoned in return. So this time he will not choose to trust the police, and may even give up the choice directly."

Conan tried hard to think about the conversation between the two when they last met. He wanted to know not only the truth, but also to try to understand the other person's feelings.

"It's a good thing he didn't have a choice..." Furiya Zero said this with gritted teeth. He thought of the deal between the top leaders and the members of the organization. His anger was suppressed in his heart like a beast. Even if Grappa did not accept death and chose to cooperate with the public security to tell the information, in the end he would only be used by the top leaders and then traded, and then fall into the hands of others and he didn't know what the outcome would be.

Just because Grappa is a prisoner doesn't mean he can be traded like an item.

"Mr. Amuro, Mr. Akai sent a message saying that he found a secret document left by Grappa." Conan raised his phone and looked at Furuya Rei, saying, "I need the password."

Furiya Rei had no intention of thinking about this and instructed others to handle the follow-up. For him, this kind of darkness was still difficult to accept even if he had known about it a long time ago.

Grappa is dead, the deal between the top brass and the organization members has gone awry, the police have not been able to get any intelligence from Grappa, Bourbon's undercover identity has been exposed, and everyone is in a heavy mood after the huge defeat without any gain.

"What could the four-digit password be?" Conan could only think alone.

"Mr. Akai, can the password only be entered once?" Conan was talking on the phone with Akai while studying the secret document. Although he didn't know what was inside, it was better than nothing.

"I don't know what he cares about, maybe a person?" Conan could only let his thoughts wander. Without enough clues, he was completely confused as he didn't even know whether it was a number, letter or symbol.

"Wait," Conan suddenly thought of something and said anxiously, "Mr. Akai, Noel!"

"Noel, Noel!"

———

The file opened and contained only two photos.

The first picture shows a man. According to Mr. Akai, that is his father. If his guess is correct, Grappa has indeed met Mr. Akai's father, Tsutomu Akai, who used to go by the alias Noel, in Italy.

The second photo was of a mysterious man no one recognized. He looked to be in his thirties or forties, with black hair and black eyes. He was wearing a well-tailored suit and sitting on a chair.

"He is the boss of the organization."

Shuichi Akai said it affirmatively, and later it was proved that his guess was correct. Two months later, based on this photo, the police detained the man in advance under other names, and then joined forces with other international organizations to encircle and suppress the organization.

Except for a few codenamed members who received the news in advance and are still on the run, the organization's core industries have been identified and blocked.

———

In front of the grave without any inscriptions, someone stared at it for a moment, then turned around and prepared to leave.

"Why don't you bring some offerings when you come to worship your relatives?"

An old man who was also there to pay his respects kindly reminded me, "I brought some snacks with me, do you need any?"

"He is not my relative, and he does not need sacrifices." The man in front of the tombstone was silent for a moment and then said, "He is just a fool. He chose a path that was not suitable for him and ended up like this."

"Are you his friend?" the old man asked.

"No," the man whispered, "just an acquaintance."

"I wouldn't go out of my way to see him just because we know him."

"You talk a lot of nonsense, Bermode."

"I'm not that familiar with him, Gin. You're the only one in the organization who has a good relationship with him. In the end, you're the only one who believed that he didn't betray us."

"But it's no use. The organization is gone and he's dead."

"According to Silvani, he didn't resist at all in the end. Why do you think that was? Silvani always wanted to know."

"How am I supposed to know the mindset of a fool?"

The cold-hearted man said this mercilessly, then remained silent for a moment and said:

"He just ran away, away from a world that didn't like him."