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After bidding farewell to Vermouth, who had just brushed past Truth, Gin headed to Nana's home once again, considering that he likely wouldn't be back for some time after heading out on this mission.
This was not the first time Gin had gone on a mission, but it was indeed the first time Gin had made a special trip to see Nana before heading out on one.
It was hard to say why, perhaps due to a vague intuition, but considering he had just taken some "things" from Nana, perhaps it wasn't a superfluous gesture.
The Black-haired girl seemed to have something on her mind when she opened the door, her brow furrowed in a sullen expression, but a smile immediately appeared on her face once she saw Gin.
Zhenjun!" she cheered, his voice full of excitement. "What are you doing here?
Gin was not infected by Nana's joy; he extended his index finger and easily flicked the Black-haired girl's forehead. Lacking any sense of guard, she let out a cry of pain and instinctively took a step back.
The Silver-haired youth's tone was lazy, tinged with a hint of faint dissatisfaction: "You're so old, yet you're still so clumsy. How does that look?"
Nana, looking completely innocent, pressed a hand to his forehead and peeked at him cautiously, sticking out his tongue. "It's not like I'm always like this.."
Seeing that Gin still seemed unhappy, the Black-haired girl hurriedly spoke, "I'll go get you something to eat!"
Having said that, she rushed off before Gin could even speak, leaving it a mystery whose temperament she had inherited.
Gin looked at her retreating figure with a hint of helplessness, the chill in his eyes dissipating slightly.
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He took the opportunity to tidy up Nana's home and explained how to use some of the small "items" he had left behind. Under the Black-haired girl's half-understanding gaze, Gin felt a sense of profound disappointment in his inability to mold him.
Nana expressed: QAQ
It really.. it really isn't my fault..
Zhenjun, you teach too much and it's all too complicated. When you just pour it all at me at once like this, how am I supposed to remember it..
Gin remained silent in his heart for a long while, rarely feeling a sense of doubt as to whether his method of teaching was too harsh.
However, upon seeing the Black-haired girl's expression of complete breakdown, he quickly dismissed his doubts—this was all Nani's fault.
However, he also knew the principle that too much of a good thing is as bad as too little, so he simply halted the professor's progress and casually brought up a topic: "What were you worrying about before I arrived?"
Nana was very surprised by Gin's reaction, but she was still very happy—on one hand, because she had temporarily escaped his misery, on the other hand, because..
—Zhenjun actually cares about me!
At that moment, the Black-haired detective took the opportunity to climb the vine, decisively bringing up the "Source of evil" that had been troubling her for a long time.
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Actually, Kindaichi obtained this after solving the case." Nana opened his notebook, showing Gin the numerical table that had troubled his for an entire day. "It seems to be the tax report for a certain company related to the case.
Gin scrutinized this so-called tax report for a moment, his mouth twitching. He then swept a cold gaze toward Nana: "Are you sure this is a tax report? This company hasn't gone bankrupt yet?"
Just based on such reckless data?
And what's the deal with these unreliable years?
Nana gave a guilty laugh, his eyes wandering uncertainly. "Kindaichi and I also thought it was very strange.."
Actually, I thought it was a prank at first, but Kindaichi said it was given to him by Takao Haruki," she added, letting out a faint sigh. "Although I don't know who Takao Haruki is, I've heard his reputation is quite prominent—they call him the 'Hell Puppeteer.' And Kindaichi takes this person very seriously, saying he doesn't do anything in vain.. so..
—That was the whole story of how Nana was drawn into this.
She spread her hands, leaving everything unsaid.
The Silver-haired youth originally had no intention of paying his any mind, but when he heard the name 'Takao Haruki', his mouth twitched.
He finally began to take this ridiculous "tax form" seriously, after a few minutes, he admitted that he had become somewhat curious as well.
“I'll give it a try,” Gin said, unperturbed, as he brushed aside the owner of the laptop, coaxing him like a child, “Go play somewhere else.”
—It was the kind of coaxing that was clearly half-hearted, like shooing a child away.
Nana: …………
This obvious way of treating him like a child made him feel somewhat stifled, but clearly, the Black-haired girl was helpless against Gin. He could only glare at him when Gin wasn't paying attention, then hurriedly withdrew his gaze as if afraid of being discovered, turning around to run to the bed in the Bedroom to punch the quilt.
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After sending Nana away, Gin began attempting to decode it.
He first created another Excel spreadsheet, then copied the text over and began using Excel to process the data.
After trying several different methods, each one seemed to have some issues. Gin looked coldly at the year at the very top, feeling that it looked somewhat familiar for a moment.
Before he could figure anything out, Nani girl ran back again.
Zhen.. Brother Zhen!" Nana said hurriedly, her cheeks flushed slightly from anxiety. "I suddenly realized something isn't right!
Gin lazily set aside his current work and looked up at her with a perfunctory gaze.
The Black-haired girl showed some hesitation, but she spoke nonetheless, "I think I've.. seen Takao Haruki somewhere before."
The Silver-haired youth's eyes darkened slightly, but his words remained calm and emotionless: "You might have remembered it wrong—how would you have ever had the chance to meet a Hell Puppeteer?"
That makes sense.." Nana fell silent for a moment, appearing to lose confidence in his own memory as well, but he continued, "However, the last thing Takao Haruki said back then.. it felt as if he was saying it to me.
"What?" Gin's tone rose unnaturally.
Unfortunately, Nana, lost in his memories, did not notice this. He looked at Gin hesitantly: "Before, he always spoke while looking at Kindaichi, but when he said at the end, 'This is a silver gift'.. he said those words while looking at me.."
Gin finally could not restrain his darkening expression.
He slammed Shiratori Nana's laptop shut, cutting off his thoughts; before he could even feel any heartache for his laptop, he was already terrified by Gin's expression.
The Black-haired girl widened her eyes, as quiet as a mouse.
Gin closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath; when he opened them again, his gaze was calm and composed.
He slowly comforted Nana, who had been frightened by him: "It's fine, it has nothing to do with you."
He came for me.
But since that's the case, you can just watch from the side.
Takao Haruki, I want to see just how important your gift is.
It's so important that you've actually chosen to break the unspoken understanding we've shared for years.
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Processing data is quite tedious.
Once he realized this Gift was for himself, Gin simply abandoned some of the routine computational analysis; he first made several classifications, when he found this path was a dead end, he simply switched to the next one.
This guy's IQ is extremely high. Although he hasn't attended any top-tier universities in a formal sense, given his position, he has plenty of connections to learn relevant skills within the Organization—it all depends on whether he wants to or not.
While Heine leisurely studied photography, Cavendish nonchalantly completed his degree in fashion design, Shiratori Midori worked himself to death studying various books at the university, Pino studied economics in addition to medicine.. Gin, having nothing better to do, also picked up some basic data statistical analysis skills.
However, his "rough" skills were still completely incomprehensible to Nana.
At first, when Gin was using Excel, the Black-haired female detective would watch with a serious expression—even though there were some operations she didn't quite understand. By the time he had finished processing the data tables and switched to other software, Nana was completely bewildered.
Gin saved the basic processed data, downloaded R Studio, then began importing the data.
Amidst Nana's bewildered expression, the silver-haired youth slowly typed out a series of letters.
Since he rarely used this type of skill, he seemed a bit out of practice using this software now, but fortunately, no major problems had arisen despite his various modifications and adjustments.
Having established the preliminary model, Gin began working on their Estimated Trend, while simultaneously considering which alternative to switch to if this method failed.
Knobby fingers tapped against the keyboard, forming a series of lines of code.
data
A few lines later, he paused, corrected the previous error, continued working.
plot(data， ylab="who's care"， main="prices"， type="o")
Nana's eyes had already gone dead.
The Silver-haired youth did not pay his any mind at all, continuing with the work at hand.
go-hell=Para1*Para2*time(data)
plot(time(data)， go-hell， type="l"， xlab="Time"，ylab=" "， main="Estimated Trend")
A red line appeared in the bottom right, Gin exported the chart to begin calculating its slope.
After repeating this several times, the sky outside the window had turned completely dark. Nana struggled to keep his eyes open, his face filled with drowsiness.
And he finally arrived at a series of numbers.
By entering this sequence of numbers into their corresponding English alphabetical order, Gin finally found the result he was looking for.
Bonny Silver（2）
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Seeing this result, Nana, who was standing nearby, suddenly snapped out of his daze. His spirit jolted, she looked at those two words with suspicion: "What does this mean?"
After a pause, she recalled what Takao Haruki had said before, yet she remained deeply puzzled: "Isn't this a repetition of the last thing Takao Haruki said?"
Gin stared at those two words for a while before speaking slowly, his voice low yet solemn: "It is not a repetition."
The 'Silver' Takao spoke of referred to Gin, Silver Bonny was the clue he gave to Gin.
His words were so certain that it caused Nana to tilt his head, pondering Gin's reaction when he had learned Takao Haruki's last words; Nana looked thoughtful.
Gin saved the data with one hand on the mouse, saying nonchalantly, "There is a story in here."
“Huh?” The black-haired detective girl was confused. She rubbed her aching eyes, then looked at Gin with her misty green eyes.
The Silver-haired youth lowered his eyes, slowly closing the Laptop he had been working on for several hours, spoke in a low voice, "Your Sister probably knows this story as well."
Hearing this, the Black-haired girl's Green eyes instantly lit up.
She hadn't spent much time with her Sister, but the bond between the two sisters was very strong—so strong that Shiratori Midori was constantly looking for ways to cover for his Little sister, so strong that Shiratori Nana obeyed Gin without question because of his Sister.
Perhaps because of their blood relation, those green eyes looking at him resembled someone so much that even Gin felt a moment of daze.
His heart softened, so the things he had not intended to say finally tumbled out.
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This is a story that takes place in Russia.
In the middle of the last century, several long-standing □□ families were deeply rooted within the Soviet Union before its dissolution, but many smaller families also existed under their aura, the Varisi family was one of them.
This family became famous because it produced a renowned beauty.