Toru Amuro noticed something was wrong when Little Lamb Ice Wine ran towards the Sky and Sea Shuttle Platform with a smile and Akai raised his phone to pose for a photo.
Hiro had told him before about Shuichi Akai being brainwashed. Shuichi Akai at this moment... or more accurately, Lei. As a tool of the organization, pursuing absolute rationality and efficiency, would he do such a meaningless thing as taking a photo of his underage teammates?
Unless it was arranged by the organization... ?
The doubt lasted only a second, and some bad guesses suddenly burst out, and the alarm bells in my heart suddenly sounded the loudest!
Amuro Toru took a step forward subconsciously, and as his front foot landed on the ground, the bullet pierced the brown-haired boy!
“——!!!”
The blood that gushed out immediately was like a silent mournful cry, reflected in the distant purple-grey eyes. The brown-haired boy didn't even have time to make a sound, like a dumb show. The screams around him seemed to take a few seconds to reach his ears, like arrows drilling deep into his bones.
Toru Amuro's body suddenly froze! His mind went blank, and all he could see was a thin figure falling down frame by frame and disappearing on the deck.
He wanted to run away, shout the man's name, grab the man's hand and pick him up from falling, but the rationality of a public security police officer prevailed over his sensibility, telling him that as an undercover agent he could not do this.
His instinctive analysis ran like a ruthless machine, telling him over and over again that "the chance of survival is zero if the shot is pierced through the forehead." The brown-haired boy had died in the blink of an eye. Even if he moved his body and rushed over, what was the point now?
Toru Amuro stopped.
He no longer needed to go forward.
——【It’s too late】.
The words hammered mercilessly into his heart, causing pain to spread all over his body. He opened his mouth slightly and breathed with difficulty, tightly clenching his fists to control his agitated emotions. His eyes went dark, as if he had returned to the unforgettable scene on the rooftop in the past.
The shadow on the rooftop at that time only faded slightly after he met Hiro again after many years. After a long talk with Keimitsu, he realized that everything that happened that year was a fake death staged by Hiro and Akai Shuichi.
...So now, maybe it was another coordinated death? Amuro Toru comforted himself in this pale and powerless way, but when his eyes randomly swept across the black collar silhouette of the man in the distance, he knew deeply that this death was real.
——Now there is no Akai, only Lei. Lei is a member of the organization and the wolfhound of the boss.
What's more, the shooter was a sniper from a distant organization, and the image of the shot hitting the center of the forehead was shaking before my eyes. Nothing could be faked.
The setting sun continued to set slowly, and the bright and beautiful sunset glow gently enveloped the entire cruise ship, like a mother's hand caressing her children.
Amuro Toru closed his eyes, as if he could imagine the scene of the boy falling.
Like a sparrow with broken wings falling vertically, the dark and lively eyes lost their life, the splashing water reflected the last afterglow of the setting sun, struggling with the little remaining light, and shattered into countless tiny particles, just like the boy's shattered soul and his shattered life.
There is no future for Weilai Watanabe.
The sea breeze blew past my ears, and I vaguely remembered a familiar playful voice: "I want to go to school with Hongshu!"
Such a Watanabe Weilai...
In the haziness of the sunset, a brown-haired boy in a blue and white school uniform hugged his textbooks, turned around and smiled with a bit of youthful shyness and assertiveness. The light of youth hung on his long and curly eyelashes, and jumped onto his soft curls when he blinked.
"I want to play with you all!"
Such a young man...
"Of course I will study hard!"
He is like this...
Damn it, why did it end like this? What happened to the promises I made in my heart...! Aren't Watanabe and his good friend Hiroki both geniuses?!
God has mercy on them and endowed them with talents, and the god of death also loves them so he takes them away early!
Watanabe Weilai should have had a bright future. He was still so young, so smart, and had unlimited possibilities. But now he was cruelly strangled by the organization and will sleep forever in the unknown deep sea without a trace of his body.
Amuro Toru clenched his teeth as he was overwhelmed with anger towards the organization. While he stood there frozen in place with his thoughts agitated, Akai Shuichi had already finished sending the text message and turned his head to look over.
——Lai became aware of his own sight.
The blond man made a calm judgment in his heart, quickly suppressed his boiling emotions, and put on his fake smile mask again to cover up his true feelings.
He can express Toru Amuro's shock and Bourbon's indifference, but he cannot express even a trace of the grief that belongs to Rei Furuya.
Can't.
He is an undercover agent, a public security policeman lurking in this organization. An undercover agent has to bear not only his own life and duties, but also the heavy responsibility and expectations of tens of millions of people, both living and dead.
Amuro Toru walked towards the long-haired man with a fake, perfect smile on his face. The closer he got, the clearer he could see the indifferent expression on his face.
"Bourbon." Lei raised his dark green eyes.
Facing this person who was essentially an accomplice, Toru Amuro couldn't help but feel a raging rage burning in his chest, and the purple-gray color beneath the smile in his eyes became increasingly gloomy - but when he caught a glimpse of the black collar, the rage turned into a sense of absurdity and powerlessness.
When you are facing a controlled puppet, anger turns into rage and then becomes meaningless.
The collar tightly holds Akai Shuichi's neck, and also holds his true personality and soul, turning the FBI's ace agent into a loyal dog of the organization.
How ridiculous.
Amuro Toru couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips into a smile, mixed with sarcasm, sympathy and sadness that only he could understand, and said: "Lei, what are you doing? This is too much noise."
"Mission." Lei's voice was calm. "Execute the traitor."
Judging from the attitude of Little Lamb Ice Wine, he might have a good relationship with Shuichi Akai, but unfortunately Shuichi Akai is not here, only Lei from the organization is left. Lei from the organization is the wolfhound of the organization, no longer a righteous sheepdog, he watched and participated in the slaughter of the lamb with cold eyes.
Amuro Toru didn't know whether the soul and personality of the other party, "Akai Shuichi", were struggling in his body when he did these things, or perhaps they were just suppressed deep inside and sleeping quietly as always, that's all.
He also didn't know whether Shuichi Akai really failed to escape the clutches of the organization, or was deliberately captured and brainwashed to use himself as a bargaining chip to bet on greater victory and results in the future.
Shuichi Akai has the ability, courage, and endurance to do it. All the lurking, hesitation, scars, and humiliation will eventually be rewarded with fruitful results.
They are undercover.
He lurks in the darkness in order to kill it with his own hands, with an unshakable belief in his heart. However, he has to watch the disappearance of life at certain moments, and even raise his butcher knife against his companions and the people.
They are undercover.
Walking on the steel wire between cliffs, carrying heavy expectations and responsibilities, swallowing the sorrow and fate, becoming the first pioneers of dawn.
There is a lot of blood on my hands, both my enemies' and my friends'.
This is a nightmare they can't get rid of.
This is also a realization that should have been made long ago.
"Really? Icewine is a traitor?" Amuro Toru still maintained his Bourbon attitude and raised his eyebrows and said, "What a pity... His ability is not bad."
His voice was somewhat dry, but he managed to straighten out the trembling and not reveal any emotion belonging to Furuya Rei.
I heard an inexplicable hallucination echoing in my ears: "Hey, because I'm a genius!"
"Although his eccentricity is a bit annoying and he is too obsessed with his salary," Bourbon put on a perfect smile and recalled the past for a few seconds naturally, as if he was recalling a stranger he was not familiar with, "but I never thought he was a traitor."
"What, your baa-baa mouth habit is so cute! !"
"Of course I have to save a lot of small money, enough to buy a whole company!"
All those past conversations and scenes came alive, blending into the sounds of auditory hallucinations making everything more real, as if that lively boy was still by my side.
"Well, I really want to go to school with Hiroki..."
Amuro Toru clenched his fists from his pockets, and his sharp nails pierced his skin and dug into his flesh.
Lei nodded slightly and said coldly: "A traitor is a traitor." There was no emotion in his dark green eyes.
"Lei is a big idiot!"
"You've been brainwashed, you can't remember anything, and you're still standing against it, you big idiot!"
"Did you take a picture of him?" Amuro Toru asked, feeling confused.
"No." Lei responded calmly, "Just for show."
"Hmm, is that really the case?"
Amuro Toru's eyes moved to Lei's phone, then turned away and said, "Was that a long-range sniper?" He put his hands in his pockets, "You guys are nominally his companions on this trip, right? Facing the investigation and questioning later, if you reveal any flaws, it will be a burden to the organization."
"I didn't do anything, so there won't be any problems." Lei raised his eyes and replied, "I just started the mission and confirmed its completion."
Perhaps at this moment Bourne should have said "congratulations" half-sarcastically and half-casually, but Amuro Toru moved his lips for a moment, but no matter what he could not say congratulations on the death of the little lamb.
The emotions that were forcibly suppressed collided with my heart, causing intense pain.
So, he forced a smile, and with his usual attitude of not confronting Lei, he waved his hand and said sarcastically: "Oh, that's a pity, there's no good show to watch."
Bourbon seemed to have no intention of continuing the conversation. He turned around and prepared to leave, his eyes finally glancing over the black collar.
"This organization is really disgusting. That gentleman is even worse than the others!"
——Their enemies are all organizations, and their common target should be the black crow.
...Well, Akai, I hope your lurking and gambling will be successful and you will achieve great results in defeating the organization. Amuro Toru walked forward step by step, his golden hair swaying with his steps. Their common enemy is the organization. Recover your memory quickly, FBI.
When this guy regains his memory, will he show any sadness or surprise? Amuro Toru imagined it, but he curled his lips again. I'm afraid not.
The other party always has that silent and calm attitude, like a standing pillar, no matter facing praise or ridicule, praise or curse, it is always the same attitude, silently enduring. This kind of attitude of never explaining is really infuriating.
Amuro Toru exhaled and clenched his fists.
If your guy loses the bet and is still controlled by [Lei] in the end, then I will definitely not show mercy.
Amuro Toru's purple-gray eyes darkened, with a sharp tone.
For the sake of that smiling boy and the countless people who died, he would definitely kill the organization's loyal dog [Rai].
Toru Amuro raised her head. The darkness was swallowing up the bright sunset. The night was spreading and sweeping, forcing the sun to a corner below the sea level.
However, the sun will eventually rise. When it does, the bright sunlight will tear through the darkness, illuminating every corner of the earth unhindered, and warming the vast sea water.
The boy who has become one with the sea must have felt it too. Amuro Toru's Adam's apple moved up and down, he suppressed the emotions that surged in his heart, and let the evening breeze blow away the last trace of moisture.
A light and cheerful laughter seemed to pass by my ears, free and full of energy, expectation and hope, but it seemed to be just an illusion woven by the sea breeze and waves.
Amuro Toru's purple-gray eyes hardened. He looked into the distance and silently said in his heart:
——Please wait for our victory, Watanabe.
The sun sets, the sunset glow fades away, the sun is about to sink, and night is about to come.
Hattori Heiji and Conan stood on the deck in silence. They learned about the accident from the people next to them.
The shuttle platform between the sky and the sea has been blocked. From a distance, a few drops of blood can be seen splashing on it. Now it has dried up and turned black, full of the smell of decay and death. Just looking at this ending, I can seem to think of the tragic scene at that time.
The detectives' quick minds went blank for the first time in a while, as if they had not yet fully accepted this reality.
... Are you kidding me? We were playing a detective game together just now, weren't we?!
"Can we still find him?" Hattori Heiji asked in a stiff voice.
Conan paused: "...maybe?"
There was another silence.
The marine environment is too complex, with too many undercurrents and unknown creatures, so it is difficult to find a body that falls into the ocean.
Hattori Heiji's throat was surging, and his voice was hoarse: "Hey, Kudo, who do you think did it?"
Conan was silent for a while.
If it was an enemy of the organization, it is possible, but in such a place, with such a coincidence that the boy was standing on the stage, and such a coincidence that a sniper was set up far away on the shore, the more likely murderer is the organization, and it is an internal cleansing.
Both detectives actually deduced this answer.
"…Damn it!" Hattori Heiji punched the air hard.
They haven't introduced themselves formally yet, and the boy, who is the same age as them, is still thinking about his friends and school!
Although they guessed the murderer and the truth, as detectives, they were unable to seek justice for their new friends.
The dark-skinned Osaka detective pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, saying, "This bastard organization that doesn't treat people as human beings... Let's destroy them together, Kudo!"
Conan Edogawa looked forward with his sapphire eyes, and said firmly: "Yes."
The detectives were filled with righteous anger.
The cruise ship was still moving forward, breaking through the waves with its full crew, but only one young man was left behind.
The sea, with its broad mind, tolerates evil and embraces kindness. It treats every life heading for eternity with sincerity, washes away the lead, dissolves the bones and flesh, and returns everything to nothingness and peace.
The boy sank into the sea level along with the setting sun, drowned in the deep sea, and finally came to an end before the boundless night.
——But the sun will rise as usual the next day, but he will never have a tomorrow.
But someone will eventually take over from the boy, witnessing the long night disappear, the dawn, and the rising sun. The ghosts and monsters will be yours, and the warm sunshine will shine in every corner, illuminating the eternal dream of the sleeping boy.