It should be arriving soon, that.. accordion-playing.. Silver Bullet?
However, a certain high-ranking member of the Black Organization, who claimed "I don't remember the names of the dead" and had developed the habit of forgetting faces immediately after flirting, seemed to have already forgotten the appearance of that black-haired boy—even though he still remembered who he was.
After all, during their brief encounter from a distance a few days ago, that person failed to recognize his future nemesis at all, turning their reunion into a scene of nothing but one-sided astonishment from the other.
It's nothing like what was agreed upon!
Author's Note:
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The Shiratori girl was more of a literary type, but she wasn't the type with exceptionally high intelligence or powerful observation skills; she simply possessed very strong analytical abilities—Gin also thought her analytical skills were quite good. She was the kind of person who might not notice something is wrong immediately, but could piece together fragmented information to perform an analysis and deduce the situation.
Nana didn't not want to seek revenge; it was just that, unlike her second meeting with Gin, she didn't want to cause trouble for Gin or lead him into danger now. She also knew that with her current abilities, even if she went to the police academy to become a police officer, she wouldn't be of much use—she hadn't put any of her skill points into combat prowess—and she would most likely end up in a desk job. Therefore, she chose to take a different path and become a 'detective.'
Although Gin did not see Nana very often, he was still very well-informed about her news, because he feared that this girl might die if he let her guard down for even a moment.
Gin didn't say anything, but after a few times, Nana realized that the talk of surveillance and such was merely her own complaining.
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(1) In the original work, Conan was terrified of being recognized and even had nightmares about it in the movies, but when Gin was asked about Kudo, he simply said he didn't remember the faces of dead people..
"The one.. playing the accordion.. Silver Bullet?" At this point, Gin's tone was mocking. The reason wasn't because Akai was using Miyano Akemi, but rather, just like before, he felt that Akai was still too green during her "accordion-playing" days. However, he also knew that Akai would grow, so her mockery carried a sense of anticipation.
However.. as much as he might have expectations, what good is it to only remember a name! You should have remembered the face!
Chapter 21: Chapter 20 Not Wanting It At All, In Front Of [That person]..
Gin sometimes feels that time passes very slowly; at other times, she feels that time passes very quickly.
Shiratori's death felt like a turning point; he vaguely felt that everything about him had changed, but it was difficult to describe exactly what had changed.
Or perhaps.. he knew, but subconsciously refused to look into it deeply.
But it is hard to say, after all.. as time flies, people always change more or less.
And perhaps.. she hasn't really changed much at all?
After all, although he had taken in Shiratori Nana, he had only provided her with a relatively safe place to live and a new identity, without paying much attention to her.
That's right, he hadn't paid much attention to her.
—Keeping an eye on her situation was because of the worry that the Black Organization would discover her.
Isn't self-defense training necessary because it's unsafe for a young girl to be alone, it would be quite.. speechless if she were killed by the Black Organization or bullied by some thugs?
That was it.
But, whether things had actually changed, why they changed.. Gin would sometimes ponder this deeply—usually when she was bored or lost in thought with nothing to do—but she could never quite reach a conclusion.
This leans toward a philosophical question, Gin is not very interested in philosophy.
Assassins and philosophers are not very closely related either.
—The former might have more in common with a mental patient.
In short, he thought about it for a while spacing out, then tucked the topic away in his mind, intending to think about it again next time.
Of course, his daily life wasn't about being a Philosopher.
Missions from the Black Organization still made up the vast majority, but as his status rose, the difficulty and importance of the missions increased accordingly, while the number of missions decreased.
Moreover, for some unimportant missions, he could simply command them remotely through his subordinates, without needing to take the field himself.
Days filled with this coexistence of excitement and leisure, of bloodshed and mundanity, passed one by one, Gin felt she was becoming accustomed to them.
Or rather, "assimilation."
If it weren't for the fear of Shiratori's death in his heart, he might have actually worked honestly for the Black Organization.
After all, his bank account balance was also directly proportional to his status.
Besides, he didn't think much of this kind of life—well.. as expected, he really wasn't a good person.
As for the System.. Heh, setting everything else aside, if he really wanted to, wouldn't he be able to find a loophole in such a brief mission description?
However, there is no point in thinking about these things now.
As for the Black Organization's movements, they are quite interesting.
The youngest daughter of the Miyano couple—the girl named Miyano Shiho—has already joined the Black Organization.
Unlike her Brother, Miyano Shiho demonstrated exceptional academic abilities and has already begun conducting research as an assistant within the Black Organization's Research Department.
The Black Organization places great value on his potential; if she performs well, it is estimated that she will gradually take over his parents' research in the future.
This high regard can be seen from the fact that, over a month ago, she was officially granted the codename "Sherry."
Including her Sister, life has become much better.
Watching the development of events gradually align with the trajectory of the Spoilers, Gin felt a sudden sense of weariness for no reason.
It was too long.
"And, there are still five years left.." he thought.
Perhaps.. it was right that Shiratori Midori couldn't hold on back then.
After all, it had been far too long.
The silver-haired man lowered his eyes, obscuring his expression, leaving only a slight, mocking curve at the corner of his mouth.
Not far away, people with nothing better to do were gossiping about things like "Caravaggio seems to be obsessed with Vermouth," "Gin's new subordinate seems to have the codename Vodka," "Has Curacao been going to the Medical Department a lot lately?" and "The boyfriend of the New Cadre Sherry's Sister seems to have intentions of joining the Black Organization."
Gin acted as if she had heard nothing.
..
Not long after living through these days, which felt like being pickled like some kind of seafood, Gin felt she could no longer continue living in such a state of decadence.
Proper rest is necessary, but a moldy daily life like this is not.
It is time to shake off the mold—no, rather, it is time to perk up.
Since he didn't feel like moving, he decided to see if there were any "necessary" matters to help him loosen up his muscles.
He rarely took the initiative to ask the Black Organization if there were any missions.
However—
There haven't been any worthy missions for you to take on lately.." Heine's voice came through with a chuckle; even though he was a man nearing thirty, his voice sounded exceptionally lively. "Get some good rest!
Or you could go out and have some fun; the Black Organization is quite open-minded!
Gin: ……
How has such an unreliable person managed to avoid being beaten to death?
After hanging up the call filled with fake camaraderie, Gin changed into a plain shirt, threw on a black trench coat, headed out wearing a matching fedora.
Let me air out the mold.. ah, no, I'll go out for a stroll and buy some chocolate.. We're running low at home.
That Porsche 356A was so eye-catching on the road that Miyano Akemi spotted it instantly.
The girl's face turned pale instantly.
It was obvious; the Black Organization's top assassin, the number one among the cadres of the same generation, had his car appear here. Thinking of the silver-haired man she had once happened to see at her sister's place, Miyano Akemi felt a sense of trepidation.
She pursed her lips, watching the car drive past her, as she prayed incessantly in her heart.
Amaterasu.. please, please don't stop near here!
As an ordinary low-level member, she had absolutely no desire for the "honor" of meeting that person.
The Porsche came to a steady halt in front of the shopping mall, not far across the road.
Miyano Akemi: ……
Amaterasu doesn't seem to be working; it looks like it's time to worship a different god.
"It's our turn." A magnetic male voice rang out, deep and mellow. From the sound of it, his master seemed to be a very steady person.
Miyano Akemi turned her head, what met her eyes was a youth of twenty-five or twenty-six.
His eyes were green, with a unique shape that held a sense of steadiness as well as a bright light; his features were cold and resolute, with striking facial contours. His build was tall and lean but by no means slight; he possessed a well-proportioned physique with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His waist was lean and firm, through the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt, a small section of his arm was visible, revealing thin layers of muscle that held a restrained strength.
The Youth wore a knitted cap, with a few strands of curly hair falling over his forehead, his waist-length hair was as black as ink.
Perhaps because she had just seen Gin's car, the moment Miyano Akemi saw him, she thought of that sharp and cold Silver-haired man.
These two people truly share many similarities.
Her complexion, which had just begun to improve, turned pale again.
"Miyano Akemi?" a male voice asked in confusion, tinged with a hint of faint concern.
The pale-faced woman snapped out of her daze, shaking her head in a slight panic. "I'm fine."
This man isn't Gin, he isn't Gin, he is Moroboshi Dai..
“I'm fine.. Dai-kun,” Miyano Akemi repeated.
Akai Shuichi, using the alias Moroboshi Dai, noticed that something was wrong with Miyano Akemi. She also saw that she did not want to say much and knew that asking now would be futile, so he suppressed the urge to question her and instead said, "We're here, let's go in."
"Mm.." The girl, who had made plans to have a meal at the restaurant with her boyfriend, nodded and followed the black-haired man into the shop.
The moment she stepped through the door, Miyano Akemi could not help but turn back to take one last look at that black Porsche.
..
Although the food in the Restaurant was delicious, although Da Jun seemed a bit quiet, he was very considerate, Akemi found the meal tasteless because her mind was preoccupied with other matters.
As she stepped out, Miyano Akemi silently prayed to Tsukuyomi in her heart; her wish this time was very simple: as long as Gin had not come out, or had already left by the time she went out, it would be enough.
He looked up and just happened to see the Silver-haired man leaning against the car, smoking.
Miyano Akemi: ………………
It seems Tsukuyomi is of no use; I'll have to find another god..
"What's wrong?" Moroboshi Dai asked from beside her.
Miyano Akemi bit her lip and hesitated before saying in a small voice, "Did you see that car?"