He stared at Gin with his blue eyes, stating earnestly that he had come to find his sister.
According to the information Father obtained, my sister is in this organization, codename Sheila.
Oh, it's her.
The Black Organization has many talented individuals, Gin does not necessarily know them all. However, he certainly knows Sheila.
Even among the elite Organization Cadre, Sheila was a well-known member, because she was truly special—exceptionally beautiful.
However, when Sheila was called upon, she simply reacted with: ".."
Sheila did not want to pay attention to her Brother.
The matters of the siblings had nothing to do with Gin, but after seeing Alex, Gin had a faint urge to run away.
Nonsense. Although the Black Organization pays high salaries, there are too many missions and not enough time off, there is also a whole bunch of undercover agents!
Gin certainly had no intention of devoting his life to the Black Organization; how normal is it for a worker to want to resign and run away?
Alex fully supported his idea; the question now was, how to make a clean getaway?
Sheila, who had previously been indifferent to Brother, had her eyes light up and began to pitch the idea: "I think ICPO is quite good."
—Good grief, another Undercover.
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Part 7
Before Gin could even prepare to flee, a world-shaking event occurred within the Black Organization.
The Mastermind is gone.
That person disappeared in the Laboratory, at the Crime scene, there was only a machine that had caught fire and been destroyed due to overheating, along with some scattered blueprints rescued from the blaze.
His whereabouts became an unsolvable mystery, many people made all sorts of speculations about it.
Occasionally, Gin would also wonder if That gentleman had truly realized his whim, had truly traveled through time and space?
But regardless, for the Black Organization, the disappearance of the Boss had become an established fact.
As the nominal adopted son of That gentleman, Gin is clearly a powerful candidate for heir. However, the Silver-haired killer has no desire to get involved; he is merely using this opportunity to quickly transfer his influence and manpower, intending to use this chance to make his escape.
Vermouth shared the same idea, the two even reached an immediate agreement, forming a strategic alliance.
The final superior was Rum, followed closely by a long and drawn-out tug-of-war between Rum and a group of Red side forces.
But none of this had anything to do with Gin anymore.
After many years, he returned to Moscow once again.
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Part 8
After staying in Moscow for two years, the momentum in Japan had long since subsided, Gin occasionally heard Sheila say that the stalemate with the Organization in Tokyo had reached a fever pitch.
He made a sudden decision and booked a flight.
Gin met many acquaintances in Japan, such as Bourbon, Kiel, Akai Shuichi, who fled Japan after his identity was exposed.
As for Akai Shuichi, Gin was quite "kind" to give him intelligence on the Miyano sisters; although they had never met, they were, after all, cousins related by blood.
As for the items used for the exchange of Intelligence.. in any case, Gin was very satisfied in the end.
Later, Vermouth complained to Gin that when Akai Shuichi fought him, he compared his to a rotten apple. "Why do you all love using apples as metaphors?"
Gin..
Gin had a remaining Safe House in Japan, so he took a spot to watch the spectacle with a clear conscience.
The confrontation between the two sides was intense, Gin watched with great interest; if Alex hadn't suddenly returned to Japan to find him, he would have been even more pleased.
I heard you were in Japan, so I came to see you." The famous Physicist was incredibly carefree: "By the way, I'm getting married soon.
Alex laughed, for a moment, a trace of the carefree Moscow youth appeared in his eyes.
I'm sending you an invitation, so don't forget to show up." He feigned seriousness. "My child even wants to recognize you as her teacher.
Gin was slightly taken aback, but he quickly agreed.
He was quite curious about Alex's girlfriend; after all, she was the one he was about to marry, so it was inevitable that he would ask a few more questions.
Gradually, the topic drifted away.
Alex spoke of his past life, his Green eyes filled with nostalgia:
My Father actually left behind a lot of useful data, the vast majority of which was about Space Jump; looking back now, many of the theories were incomplete.
..
By the way, a few years ago, my mentor happened to obtain a gemstone. It was said that the original owner called it 'Pandora,' and it seemed to be related to magic—he spoke of it so mysteriously, but there is no such thing as magic in this world! However, this gemstone is indeed quite miraculous; it can actually withstand the localized quantum tunneling of electronic waves. I even specifically established a research project based on it, named 'Pandora'—I suppose I had a bit of a selfish motive, as I always think of her."
The girl who died in the cold winter, his sister, Pandora.
Gin spoke up, breaking the silence to change the subject: "Was it a success?"
After a moment of silence, Alex continued, "This project is actually.. a success and a failure at the same time."
It's funny, back then I was even thinking that if it succeeded, I would use it to locate you. I kept chanting your name in my head while designing the Time Coordinates, hahaha.
But during the testing.. the Gemstone suddenly disappeared.
It's gone?
Exactly." Alex sighed. "At first, I wanted to use some inanimate objects from the Laboratory to conduct some positioning tests. For example, specimens like Shiratori or Green Leaf, but there was no response when I entered them into the machine. I was just about to readjust the parameters when the Gemstone vanished into thin air.
Thinking about it now, there are so many birds and leaves in the world; if it ignored the restrictions of the Laboratory.. hiss, no wonder it couldn't be found."
Never mind—" Alex shook his head. "Let's drink!
What liquor?" Gin gave him a cold glare. "It's getting dark. Go home, now.
Truly a headache.
After finally seeing off his Friend, Gin was planning to perform some maintenance on the firearms in the Safe House when he suddenly received a text message.
Bourbon asked about your whereabouts today. Do you need me to reveal it to him? ——Sheila
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Author's Note: (1) In the English version of the manga, Gin's real name
(2) Victoria has the meaning of victory.
The Mastermind turned to studying physics instead. Sherry was not as highly valued, so she obtained her codename after turning eighteen; the two sisters were quite low-profile. When Akai joined the Black Organization, he did not target Miyano Akemi, since Sherry's research was relatively peaceful, the Miyano sisters did not resist the Black Organization and were both still alive.
APTX4869 was never successfully developed, Gin never went to the amusement park, so Kudo Shinichi never created his alternate account.
Sheila is still from China.
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January 1st, 20xx. Weather: Sunny
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Today I bought a diary, I plan to start keeping a journal starting today.
At first, I always wanted to write something, but when I actually opened this diary, I found that I didn't know where to begin, for a moment, I felt quite sentimental.
Anyway, I'll just start by writing a simple daily log.
What should I write about? I'll start by talking about this notebook first.
—Generally speaking, most people plan to write a diary first and then buy a notebook to start using; however, in my case this time, I bought the notebook first before I ever intended to start writing a diary.
At first, I didn't intend to buy a diary specifically; I just really liked this notebook—it truly spoke to me!
And it has a silver cover that I like quite a bit, with a thick hardcover and incredibly beautiful patterns! Even the bookmark is super kawaii!
Facing notebooks like these, do I have any choice other than to buy, buy, buy?
No!
After I bought it, I realized that I didn't actually need a new Notebook ORZ
Although it wouldn't be bad to keep it as a decoration, on second thought, I decided to make good use of this notebook, making the most of it, besides, wouldn't it be such a waste if such a beautiful notebook was only kept by me as a decoration?
And so, I decided to start writing in my diary.
Speaking of which, my feelings were quite complicated when I opened this Notebook, after all, I rarely write in a Diary.
As I recall, it was only a few times, they were mostly left unfinished.
It all started back in elementary school when the teacher required us to write in a Diary. For the first few days, because of the novelty, I wrote a huge amount of stuff very earnestly, but as time flies.. ahem.
Okay, it was basically that once a week or two had passed, I started to feel bored, naturally, I no longer had the motivation to write in my diary diligently every single day.
I remember it was a few days before the start of the new semester when I stayed up all night to rush through them all and catch up.
Naturally.. I made up all sorts of excuses about the weather, then the teacher caught me QAQ
Speaking of which, it seems about a third of the students in our class were in the same situation as me, we were all punished with standing drills, our homework grades were docked quite miserably.
Actually, what left the deepest impression on me was a single sentence from the teacher: "In your diaries, I counted about five or six different types of weather on the same day; the changes are quite rapid!"
Emmmm.. how should I put it? Looking back on it now, it seems quite interesting, but at the time, it was truly embarrassing.
The second time, it seemed to be back in middle school.
Back then, Sister was often not at home. Father and Mother both said that Sister was studying in another place and would only come home during holidays. I was so silly and naive back then.. Forget it, let's not mention those things for now.
Once, when Sister came home, we were chatting, we inadvertently started talking about my daily life. At that moment, Sister sighed and said, "It would be great if you kept a diary. You see.. you've already forgotten some things yourself."
I have always been quite clingy toward Sister since I was little, so naturally, I miss her even more after not seeing her for such a long time. Right then, I made a grand resolution to write down all the interesting things in my life, so that when Sister returns, she can read my diary directly!
Of course, since this diary is intended for Sister, I left many things out—after all, I still care about my own privacy.
However, it is quite obvious that I overestimated my willpower.
The diary quickly turned into a short essay written every few days, then a weekly journal, then a biweekly record. In the end, before it could even become a monthly journal—strike that, I mean a monthly record—I had already given up.
The experience with my third Notebook was truly not a wonderful memory for me. Today is New Year's Day, I don't want to mention it, so I'll just skip it for now.
After that.. I went through a period of tense and dangerous days. I would write things from time to time back then, but it was mostly just venting, with little substance—partly due to certain considerations.
Fortunately, the final ending can be considered a Happy Ending for now.