While it was important.. it wasn't that important—he didn't care whether he framed an innocent person or not.
Even so, as a silver-haired man who was himself a high-IQ criminal, he possessed his own unique experience and intuition regarding this kind of case.
After all.. in a way, they were colleagues.
The Organization Intelligence Department is very efficient, Gin himself is very capable, so it took almost no time at all to deal with that Silver-haired killer.
I wonder.. does this count as stealing a job that originally belonged to Vermouth?
After delivering a clean, decisive headshot, Gin didn't even blink.
Facing the Killer who had fallen face down on the ground—now also the Victim of this New Case—the ruthless gunshot had caused a fatal wound that splattered red and white viscous liquid all over the floor, emitting a strange, fishy stench that Gin had long since grown accustomed to.
Crimson blood, white brain matter, those unidentified substances formed an eerie and horrifying sight—resembling the opening of a horror movie.
Gin remained expressionless, his mood showing no fluctuation. He stowed away the cooled handgun, pulled out his mobile phone from the inside of his coat to send an SMS, then began to deal with the corpse.
The silver watch on the Silver-haired youth's wrist was elegantly designed, its hands turning slowly across the face, marking the passage of time.
..
The sky gradually darkened.
Gin heard a "tap, tap, tap" sound—the sound of high heels striking the ground.
He did not look back—perhaps he should have, because a corpse that was not yet cold lay before him. However, he did not look back—because at the same time he heard the footsteps, he also heard the Woman's light laughter.
A familiar light chuckle from a mature woman, carrying a hint of both playfulness and teasing.
Impressive.. GIN." The Blonde-haired woman had shed her daytime finery and ornaments, however, the flirtatious air upon her face could not be erased. "You move fast.
"I hope I can say the same to you." Gin put her hands in her pockets and shifted her gaze from the corpse to Vermouth's charming face.
Throughout this process, his gaze remained unchanged, as if the male corpse on the ground and the beauty before him were no different in his eyes.
"My Mission is completed.. don't fail on your part." The man's voice was cold and his gaze indifferent, like the first snow of winter, falling coldly upon the skin and causing a shiver.
Heh." Vermouth gave a light chuckle and deliberately blinked her eyes slowly, almost teasingly, "Don't worry.
After saying this, she lifted his leg and walked toward the male corpse.
Just like Gin, walking toward the entrance of the alley.
Next, it was Vermouth's time.
He will disguise himself as the deceased 'Silver-haired killer', lure out Akai Shuichi, kill him—
—In doing so, they would complete the mission for this trip.
..
Gin's skin is quite good.
Although there aren't many males in the Black Organization with good skin, women don't typically stare at the faces of high-level members to check their skin, Gin still received this compliment.
Not just once.
And—from different people.
Aside from Vermouth.. there was also that girl who had died long ago.
There is not much discussion among Organization members regarding skin issues, as they are not a university or a company after all; however, where there are people, there is a world of intrigue, where there are Women [female] (or perhaps Men [male]), there is gossip.
The universally recognized peerless beauty is naturally Sheila—although she appears to be 'taken,' this girl's looks are truly devastating; even without makeup, she can captivate a crowd in an instant.
Even Vermouth had to admit that Sheila looked better without any makeup.
“She doesn't seem to know how to apply makeup very well—she's relying entirely on her good natural looks.” The Blonde-haired woman's tone was playful, carrying a light chuckle and a hint of feigned envy. “She is clearly more beautiful without makeup.. with makeup, she looks several years older instead.”
“Oh, no.” The Blonde-haired woman corrected herself. “She’s just matured a few years—after all, her face has nothing to do with being 'old' at all.”
Food and sex are part of human nature.
The atmosphere within the Black Organization could be described as freezing, yet also incredibly permissive. The terms 'murder and arson' and 'living on the edge' have never been far apart; alcohol, killing, lust, drugs, so on, are all excellent regulators.
Many people are open-minded, there are certainly no shortage of 419s.
Thus, there were many who were not afraid of death and fell for Sheila, seeking not eternal love but merely the chance to have once possessed her; such pursuers were never few.
Beneath Sheila, various beauties displayed their unique charms, but the most outstanding among them was certainly Vermouth—her face could not be called one of a kind, but that blend of dangerous and seductive aura was something not everyone could possess.
However, this woman is already taken.
Although the true nature of her relationship with the Mastermind remains quite mysterious, on the surface, Vermouth is indeed "the woman favored by That gentleman."
Among the remaining Female Cadres, quite a few are exceptionally beautiful.
For example, the cold and aloof Curacao, for example, Sherry, who had already undergone Miyano family research at a young age, for example, Kiel, who was also a top-tier actor and acted with decisiveness..
But your skin really is wonderful." Vermouth had always been 'brave enough to challenge,' speaking the blunt truth with a straight face: "At any rate, it's better than mine.
Even though Vermouth's appearance has remained unchanged for over a decade due to the Solution, various minor issues still crop up from time to time.
"Anyway, I can't manage to go two days without sleep and still not have a single dark circle under my eyes." As she spoke, the blonde-haired beauty gave a slight shrug, her smile both reserved and wanton—leaving Gin, who had not slept for two days, feeling a slight headache.
And at this moment, Gin, whose fair face still lacked even a single pair of dark circles, also felt a sudden headache.
Because he saw a boy.. a boy wearing a simple uniform, with slightly messy black hair, accompanied by his long-haired childhood friend.
The current detective.. the future Shinigami Elementary Student.
Gin stopped in his tracks without changing his expression, lifting his eyes to look back at the youth who was subconsciously sizing him up out of curiosity.
Kudo Shinichi.
And not far from them, Vermouth was using the corpse to disguise herself.
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Chapter 124: Interlude Six: This time.. just consider it a greeting..
When standing before you is the renowned bane of criminals, the future Shinigami Elementary Student, the current High school detective Kudo Shinichi, while behind you, your Companion is using a Disguise kit on a Corpse—a corpse that you killed yourself.
Facing such a volatile situation, what is your choice?
—Thanks for the invite; I choose to ignore him and keep walking.
..
That was the choice made by Gin.
After the two stared at each other for a few seconds, the Silver-haired man calmly withdrew his gaze, indifferently ignoring Kudo Shinichi's slightly curious look and Mori Ran's slight retreat caused by the lingering scent of blood from his recent murder and body disposal, his intention to carry out his plan remaining entirely unchanged.
He handled the crime scene perfectly.. not a single fingerprint was left behind.
Even if the culprit were caught red-handed.. it would be Vermouth who ends up being unlucky.
Besides, sometimes combat power is just that unreasonable—if he really gets caught doing something, he wouldn't mind turning "Kudo Shinichi" into "Edogawa Conan" ahead of time, making an outstanding contribution to Japan's death rate.
He would also make some contributions to so-called metaphysics..
As for Vermouth—sorry, that woman is no match for him.
Gin thought indifferently, then, under the magnificent scenery of the twilight glow, he walked slowly toward the restaurant not far from the Hotel..
Speaking of which.. he was actually getting a little hungry.
..
Kudo Shinichi, having been ignored, did not share such a calm and composed mindset. He stared at Gin's back for several seconds, then a hint of confusion appeared on his face.
Mori Ran looked blankly at the departed Gin, then turned her head to look at her childhood friend: "Shinichi? What's wrong?"
"It's.. it's nothing." Kudo Shinichi hesitated, shaking his head slightly.
He just subconsciously felt that something had happened.
This "intuition" was clearly neither scientific nor logical; even though Kudo was quite concerned about it, she had no way to act on it for the time being.
"It's just a feeling.. That man is not simple at all." Kudo Shinichi raised his hand to rub his head, his expression turning slightly solemn.
Yeah." Mori Ran expressed her agreement. Such an aura was not something just anyone could possess, but: "But.. isn't it still quite rude to speak of others like that?
“Ah.. you're right.” Kudo nodded. “Let's go, Ran.”
"Okay." Responding to the words of his childhood friend, the two who were about to walk forward paused slightly.
Approaching them was another person, someone with the same Silver hair but completely different facial features.
..
Gin is sleeping.
He was sleeping deeply—at least, he looked like he was sleeping deeply.
Perhaps because he was not very aggressive while sleeping, the Silver-haired man's usual coldness and ruthlessness had faded significantly, leaving behind a visible sense of tranquility. His sharp features showed a hint of softness, his Eyelashes were clearly defined at the root.
Sleeping is truly a necessity. It is even more necessary than eating or drinking; after all, you can survive for a few days without food or water, but as for sleep.. let's see how long you can last without it.
Even though he is a well-trained TOP Killer with excellent physical fitness, he is still a human being who needs to eat, drink, sleep—especially after working several days straight with his only rest occurring on a plane.
However, accidents always happen.
As the mobile phone rang, Gin opened his eyes.
A hint of haze flashed through his green eyes before they instantly returned to their usual calm. Gin raised her hand to glance at the mobile phone screen.
Heh, an acquaintance.
"Vermouth's mission failed." The other person's voice carried a hint of nonchalance; however, in this situation, that nonchalance felt terrifying.
If she reveals anything she shouldn't, get rid of her.
You really can't stand her, can you?" Gin replied coldly, standing up to put on her black trench coat. "Brandy.