Chapter 116 Past in a Foreign Country

Toru Amuro did not drive away directly. The black car stopped at an inconspicuous place on the roadside behind the villa. The heavy rain was the best invisibility cloak.

He smoked a cigarette in the car, and when he put the cigarette butt into the ashtray in front of him, he accidentally saw the black-haired man lying in the back seat from the rearview mirror. He felt like a trafficker now.

In fact, the purpose of the two of them coming here was not to catch anyone. Finding this guy with eyebrows and eyes so similar to Cointreau can only be regarded as an unexpected gain.

The original goal was just the so-called "treasure" left by the philanthropist Hiroshi Hanetani.

It is completely different from what the future generations who want to find and fight for this treasure in the villa imagine. This treasure is not jewelry or gold, nor is it a priceless work of art. Instead, it is a "black box" that stores information about drug research conducted by the organization thirty years ago.

... and the early test products of the magic potion that can make people stay young forever.

The test products with very unstable effects have ruined the already fragile lives of children one after another, turning their healthy bodies into those of terminally ill people.

In a sense, this villa can be regarded as a small experimental base, but the children inside are not testing drugs for the organization, but for Hiroshi Hanetani, a coward who wants to stay young forever but is afraid of the side effects of drugs.

However, when this philanthropist thought that his ability was strong enough to move the interests of the organization, he was sentenced to death by the organization, and the laboratory was quickly abandoned.

It was originally thought that this secret had been sealed under the yellow earth with the death of Fuji Yutani, but who knew that a few months ago his nephews and nieces found an ancient letter from somewhere and discovered that their long-dead uncle had hidden a treasure in the villa, so they invited detectives from all over the world. The vigorous

investigation alarmed the organization, and they sent Bermode and Bourbon from Japan to Boston to hand over the information to Fangchuan Douji, which shows how much they value this information.

The two sat in the car, listening to the continuous rain outside the window.

The feeling of having to wait makes people very impatient. Vermouth put her long hair aside, put down the lipstick she had just taken out, and said, "Look at the time, they should be waking up soon."

"Almost." Amuro Toru glanced at his watch and responded, "I hope the famous Mori detective can find the treasure and don't let us wait too long."

"In my opinion, they may be in a panic because of their missing companions and have no intention of looking for the legendary treasure."

Hearing this, Amuro Toru smacked his lips in dissatisfaction. He simply started the car and drove in the direction the two came from, leaving the villa far behind. "I don't have the time to wait here for so long. Can't I just leave this matter to the old butler?"

And even if they can't find the data, or accidentally leak the information of the organization, it will be Fangchuan Douji who will bear the blame. At most, he will be threatened by Gin's guy.

So... the public security department must have this information. I wonder how many experimental bases buried in Japan by the organization can be eliminated with the "legacy" left by Hiroshi Hanedani.

"Besides, if he hadn't suddenly said he wanted to kill one of them, maybe the guests would have found the hiding place of the treasure long ago." The blond man added, pushing the responsibility to Fangchuan Douci who stayed in the villa.

"Oh, don't say that. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have discovered such an interesting thing, right?" Bermode looked at the rearview mirror, hinting.

"Yeah, that old guy finally did something useful." Amuro Toru raised his lips slightly when he heard it, "Compared to this boring task, I am more interested in what Cointreau calls relatives."

"Oh, really?" Bermode put her hands on one side, playing with the ends of her curly hair with her fingertips, and asked casually, "Are you going to report this and earn a great credit?"

The woman's eyes flashed with coldness.

"This is boring."

The blond man's smile deepened. He turned the steering wheel and slowed down the car. The rain outside seemed to be a little lighter. "I'm more curious about what Cointreau can pay to suppress this secret." I

don't know what she thought of. A sneer appeared on Bermode's lips. She took out a pack of ladies' cigarettes and pinched the thin long pipe between her fingertips. "Why, are you going to use this to threaten him?"

"Yeah, maybe they have met before. If it was reported, Tsukiyama Asari would definitely be killed by the organization, right? She did have some merit, but it would be a waste to exchange this little merit for Cointreau's hatred. It would be better to go to Cointreau and get something more interesting."

The blond man seemed to be chatting casually, but in fact he deliberately laid out the pros and cons of the matter in a subtle way for the other party to see. That woman was different from Gin. She would not show her loyalty to the organization by harming her own interests.

Sure enough, after listening to this, Vermouth did not raise any other doubts about this statement. She just laughed softly and grasped the key words at the beginning, "Meet before...? I don't think so."

Amuro Toru observed the other party's expression with his peripheral vision. The woman's eyes were calm when she said this, which was slightly different from her usual casual speculations. It seemed that she was very sure of what she said.

This was the first time that he could see the emotional fluctuations of this mystic...

Thinking of this, the blond man lowered his expression, and his intuition told him that there was more hidden secrets. Bermode's feelings for Cointreau seemed to be more than just a colleague, but much weaker than those for the two people in the villa whom she didn't want others to hurt.

Whether as a public security officer or an intelligence officer in the organization, every cell in his body urged him to dig out more information.

Moreover, how did Cointreau hand over his dagger to Tsukiyama Asari without

them meeting each other... Have they met each other knowing each other's identities? If not... What was Cointreau thinking, giving the other party a weapon that he had used for more than ten years and was like half of his body, but was unwilling to meet him? Why did Tsukiyama Asari cherish the dagger so much? Thinking silently

in his heart, Amuro revealed the smile that Gin hated the most, the mystic's face often hung on his face, "Hearing what you said, you seem to know Cointreau quite well."

"We worked together for a while." Vermouth avoided the main point. The air conditioner that kept blowing warm air made the air in the car more and more dull. She lowered the window and let the cold wind and rain into the car. "Why, are you interested in him?"

The rain outside was much lighter than before, so light that even the black umbrella seemed to have lost its effect and no longer needed to be held up. The dark clouds dispersed a little, revealing the dark sky.

"Intelligence personnel are probably very interested in this kind of mysterious person." Following the other party's words, Amuro Toru explained, "I have heard a lot of rumors about him... As an assassin specially trained by the organization, he knew that it would be less likely to be pursued by those righteous dogs if he pretended to be an accident, but he still insisted on killing people with cold weapons such as daggers."

"- And, I heard that he must confirm the target's face before he takes action? Is it to appreciate the target's dying expression? It's hard to believe that such a person has a younger brother..."

"For this kind of thing, you'd better go by yourself..."

As if he knew she would refuse, the blond-haired and dark-skinned man smiled and reached into the storage space in front of the car, took out a small metal controller from it, and showed it to her by waving it around his fingertips as if showing off.

"Bomb? You installed a bomb in the villa?!" Bermode said in disbelief, his hands clenched into fists unconsciously, his nails piercing the delicate skin on the palms without him noticing, he just gritted his teeth and stared at the detonator in the other's hand.

Conan Edogawa and Ran Maori were still sleeping in the living room of the villa. If they wanted to blow up the unknown hidden thing, they would have to prepare enough to raze the entire villa to the ground, which meant that the people inside would be destroyed as well...

"The data will be destroyed anyway, isn't it more convenient this way? That guy Fangchuan Douji doesn't even have a code name, so it doesn't matter whether he's dead or alive." Toru Amuro didn't feel guilty at all, as he just took a remote control from a car and pretended to detonate it.

He curved his eyes in a happy arc, as if there was really a bomb in the villa, and used this to find an excuse for why he stayed in the villa for so long.

To install the bomb, the stay time will of course be longer.

"It's a pity, it's very convenient to collect intelligence following the big detective. If it weren't for the last resort, I wouldn't really want to lose a source of intelligence."

The cold muzzle of the gun instantly touched the blond man's temple. Bermode held the gun, gritted his teeth and glared at the other party, "You promised me that you wouldn't hurt them."

"Oaths are the most unreliable things

, aren't they? Why don't we turn it into a deal today? The lives of the two of them, and their future safety... What kind of reward can you give for such a product?" This is a sure-fire deal for Amuro Toru. Not only does it provide a reasonable explanation for all his subsequent actions to protect others, but he can also make a fortune from Bermode.

"...Money, status or anything else, I can afford it." Bermode took a deep breath, his eyes were dark and unclear, and he never put down the gun in his hand, "So what do you want? Bourbon who went back on his word and broke

his oath." This is the true face of the organization's members. The woman frowned and thought that Gin's guy was suspicious of Bourbon's behavior of staying in a small cafe and mixing with the eye-catching detective and some ordinary people

, so he asked her to pay more attention. Now it seems that this guy is just unwilling to give up the identity of a cafe waiter and detective because he can get new information channels and get close to the two most important people to him. Now even the boss is tied in the car, and this identity can no longer be kept, so naturally he will kill other worthless people.

As expected of a codename member of the organization.

"Ha." Amuro let out a short laugh, the shadow cast by his blond hair covered his eyes, making his purple-gray pupils even darker. "As an intelligence officer, information is more valuable than anything else, isn't it? How about this...exchange it with secrets."

The blond man smiled and leaned back in the driver's seat, his muscular arms casually resting on the steering wheel, showing no fear of the muzzle of the gun against his temple. "I already have your secrets, so I'm not interested...how about exchanging it with Cointreau?"

"I remember you worked together for a while. You wouldn't have failed to pry out any information, right? Why don't you tell me how you know they haven't met... or why Cointreau didn't go to see his relatives."

After saying that, Amuro Toru thought for a moment and added, "Don't use the excuse of 'protection'. I don't want to hear it."

Vermouth's face turned completely cold, and she couldn't even keep the smile on her lips. Her lips were completely straightened into a straight line.

She had applied a purple-toned lipstick today, and under this light, it was almost transformed into a bloodless black and gray, making her entire face look bad.

The woman clenched the gun in her hand tightly, and it seemed that she wanted to shoot the bullet through the temple of the blond man in front of her right now, but she didn't act because someone was holding the handle.

"How strange."

Surprised by her reaction, Amuro turned around and met Bermode's eyes, the smile on his face did not change at all, "I thought this was a very good deal for you."

"Isn't it a good deal to use a secret that does not belong to you in exchange for the future safety of two people? If there are insignificant rats targeting the two guys you care about in the future, I will also help you get rid of the rats."

Bermode remained silent.

What is this...

she thought.

Accepting the kindness of the Cointreau guy buried in the deepest part of his heart, not reaching out to pull him away even once before he completely fell into the abyss, and in the following years, they were like two strangers testing each other, spitting out harsh and sharp words to each other's face... Now he has to use his secret to exchange his angel's life.

"It seems that in your eyes, the two of them are not that important." Amuro Toru whispered sarcastically at this time, "Or is it that the secret of Cointreau is too expensive, and two lives cannot afford it? Then I can only..."

The man slowly pressed the button, and the bright red button fell little by little. When it was almost halfway, Bermode reached out and grabbed the man's dark wrist.

The deal was done.

Amuro Toru got this message from her expression and movements, and no longer urged her. He just released his thumb, put his attention back to the front, and concentrated on driving the dark car.

"Have you investigated this person?"

Knowing that the other party was referring to Tsukiyama Asari in the back seat, Amuro Toru nodded and smiled, "Ah, the investigation is almost done."

He only said this, and did not explain the content of the investigation.

The car fell into silence again.

The tires rolled over the flooded road, making a series of noises that covered the tiny sound of rain. The woman lit a cigarette in the car, and the flame illuminated half of her face. Her eyes were illuminated by the flame, making this immortal witch finally have a trace of human breath.

"His last mission before becoming Cointreau was to kill a couple."

There were no photos, no names, only addresses.

The woman's voice was very hoarse, because of smoking or something else. This sound echoed in the dark night with the sound of rain, as if she was telling some bizarre story about ghosts and monsters.

"From now on, Cointreau must look at the target's face before killing." The incoherent words were enough to express the woman's meaning, and it was enough for people who investigated Tsukiyama Asari to understand what she meant.

Bermode exhaled a little bit of cigarettes, "Maybe Cointreau doesn't know that he has a younger brother, and even if he knows, he won't contact him.

... Bourbon, Cointreau doesn't have the face and dares to see him."

Amuro Toru handed the controller to her in silence, and the moment he raised it, it was snatched away by the other party.

Only after holding the detonator in her hand did Vermode realize that she was trembling slightly.

She had already exchanged the secret for the safety of her angel, so what was she regretting now? She was so hypocritical that she was not herself anymore. Obviously, there were many such transactions before. In her eyes, anyone's secret or pain was just a commodity that could be exchanged for anything she wanted.

Several years ago, she could still mercilessly provoke the other party by calling him Horus, the mythical patron god of matricide, with an extremely ironic title in person. But now, she couldn't even tell him the secret he was hiding.

That Cointreau guy made her start to become unlike herself.

Feeling the obviously wrong frequency of the heartbeat, after taking the controller, Vermouth couldn't help but think that she felt that her fingertips were about to be burned off by the cold metal surface, as if this beautiful skin was about to be burned through, revealing the rotten inside.

There was even a slight pain in her heart.

What, so the devil can also feel guilty?

The woman tried to pull the corners of her mouth, but only got a very stiff smile. She removed the controller, opened the car window and threw all the cores inside into the rain.

Amuro Toru has been silent since just now.

Now he knows exactly why Cointreau didn't come to see Tsukiyama Asari, and he also knows... why Cointreau has an almost morbid pursuit of confirming the target's face before taking action.

Every time Jundu carries out a mission, is he afraid that one day his only surviving relative will be taken by the organization with malicious intent and sneak into the mission target as if watching a good show? It is not until he has taken the other person's life and pulled aside the black hair blocking the face and saw the miserable face that he realized who he killed.

Just like how many years ago, when a young man who had just become an adult and finally walked out of the dark underground base of the organization, when he finally confirmed that the mission was completed, he gently pulled aside the messy black hair of a couple who died on the road because of a tampered broken-down vehicle and saw the two bloody faces.

The mysterious man who saved Jingguang finally collected the fragments of his past.

The man felt repression and self-mockery in his heart, probably because he was used to using chips to exchange for the most painful soul fragments of others, and then spread them out like merchandise on his cheeks to prove his "evil" and to obtain more information for the public security. Amuro Toru thought he would be the same as before.

Seeing the tragic situation in the experimental base, the people who lost their lives in the fight against the organization, and the people who were in dire straits because of the organization, the righteous public security would be angry and hate, and would become a bullet without even a name, and be determined to kill this huge organization.

But now, he has never felt like this before, even forgetting the hatred and anger, and only feeling... pathetic.

It was so oppressive that it made people breathless, dull, cold and pathetic.

"...If there is a next time, I will really kill you." After driving for an unknown distance, Vermouth spoke, and her tone rarely lost all the teasing.

"Of course there won't be a next time, the deal is done." Amuro Toru tried to make his tone lighter, and even revealed a malicious indifference as a return for Cointreau's secret, but his hands could only stop shaking by tightly gripping the steering wheel.

"Ha, that's right, our deal is done, of course you can't do this again... For the next deal, you can have a good talk with him now."

Amuro Toru was stunned, and then he suddenly pulled his attention back, which had drifted to who knows where, and turned his head to look forward.

The sudden emergency brake made Tsukiyama, who was sleeping in the back seat, fall forward and almost fall off the seat, but the blond man didn't have time to care about it. There was

a car lying across the middle of the road ahead. The style didn't look like the style that the code member would like, but it looked like it was just grabbed on the road.

The protagonist of the topic just now was leaning against the car door, without an umbrella in the fine raindrops, letting the fine rain fall on his black hair and long windbreaker.

He had a lit cigarette in his mouth, his lips were a little redder than usual, and his hands were still wearing the same white gloves all year round. After Amuro Toru stopped the car completely, he threw the cigarette into the rain in a low place on the side.

The sparks were quickly swallowed up by the turbid rain.

"What a rare guest."

Amuro Toru lowered the car window and spoke first. He maintained his facial expression, but his hand had already touched the gun at his waist, alert to the other party's movements.

Cointreau took a few steps forward.

His cold gray eyes first fell on the back seat, and after confirming Tsukiyama Asari's situation in just a few seconds, a soft light seemed to flash in the man's eyes.

That kind of look on Cointreau, a code member who killed people like crazy, was too strange. Amuro Toru almost thought he was seeing things, or it was an illusion created by the darkness and the hazy rain curtain.

The next second, the front door was slammed open, and before he could react, Amuro Toru was directly grabbed by the collar and pulled out of the car, and his back was slammed hard on the car body.

"Hiss--"

The blond man squeezed out a breath from between his teeth. While being pressed against the car body, he aimed the gun in his hand at the other party's heart, but Cointreau did not take out any weapon.

His cold gray eyes were as cold as metal. There was a storm that was about to rise in his eyes, gloomy and mysterious, and he looked like an intruder who had broken into his territory.

The bottom of his eyes was full of ruthlessness and cruelty that was almost transformed into reality.

There was no threat of a gun or a dagger, and Cointreau even just pulled him by the collar and pressed him against the car body. But Amuro Toru was unreasonably sure...

Cointreau really wanted to kill him.

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Thank you for reading

I was very grumpy when I woke up·I was pulled up to work overtime in the middle of my sleep·Cointreau: Let me see who disturbed my sleep.

I stayed up late to add one more chapter, but I can't bear it anymore (yawning). I will continue to work at 8 am tomorrow like a college

student. The manuscripts have always been scheduled for 9 am, but recently there seems to be a delay, and they are always released 5 or 6 minutes later. What's going on? jj (pointing and pointing)