A few words clearly could not dispel Gin's vigilance, but he still took the mineral water bottle from the person opposite, holding it casually with his right hand.
I went to buy some other things." Akai Shuichi tilted his head and smiled, a smile filled with a certain rebellious confidence. "Besides, this little amount of time isn't enough for them to deal with me without making a sound.
That made a certain amount of sense.
Barely accepting this explanation, Gin slightly raised an eyebrow, his previously tense muscles relaxing from their state of alert, his green eyes no longer held a hint of wariness.
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping across her surroundings, then he turned her attention to something else.
"Bought something else?" Gin repeated the phrase, feeling a hint of curiosity.
There were many goods in the Amusement Park, the various toys in the souvenir shop were truly a dazzling array of colors, but—
None of them seemed like something that would pique the interest of Akai Shuichi.
The Silver-haired man raised an eyebrow slightly and asked inquisitively, "What thing?"
In the next second, he saw that the smile on Akai's lips had gained a hint of.. an indescribable, eerie meaning.
It was a half-smile, ambiguous and elusive, possessing a mischievousness like a prank, yet also a trepidation as if he were baring his true heart.
Gin suddenly had a bad foreboding.
Then, he saw a flower.
A flower handed to him by Akai Shuichi.
A crimson Rose.
..
It was a blooming Rose.
Technology is changing with each passing day, greenhouses can be seen everywhere, to the point that flowers that should bloom in season have lost some of their natural surprise. However, this rose before him still possesses a certain beauty, like a maiden partially veiled by his lute.
It slightly unfurled its brilliant petals, much like a girl stretching his arms upon waking in the morning. The gorgeous red was like a ball of blazing fire, falling softly onto Gin's finger.
With layers of overlapping petals and a rich fragrance, the bloom carried a heavy, soul-refreshing sweetness.
As gorgeous as a painted masterpiece, to whom was this beautiful name, Rose, given?
Under the vast blue sky, amidst the surging crowds, Gin stood beneath a red maple tree, holding a delicate and gorgeous red rose, looking stunned in a rare moment of daze.
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Author's note: Hmm, don't doubt it, I am also an author who gives out sweets.
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Thank you to the Little Angels who cast霸王票 or provided Nutrient solution for me between 2019-11-20 13:27:08 and 2019-11-20 23:47:49~
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Chapter 207: Chapter 188 Do You Want to Be a Little Prince..
When he met up with Conan and the others, Gin had his right hand in his coat pocket, he was carrying a fluffy dinosaur toy in his right hand.
Light brown appearance with a wool-like texture, a small nose embedded in the dinosaur's head, a soft, cute facial expression. The little dinosaur's dark tail hung loosely, looking soft and squishy; its large eyes, sewn from dyed cotton cloth, were perfectly round and utterly harmless.
Akai Shuichi's hands, standing beside Gin, were not empty either.
The Black-haired FBI agent's ace Sniper was not holding a gun; instead, he was clutching a Little chick doll. With its bright yellow imitation fur, round shape, fluffy texture, it was something that attracted the Gaze of every Child—and some Girls.
Not Rose.
Conan and Heine exchanged a glance, with a strong will to survive, Not did not ask about that sensitive topic.
That.. that scene seen from the surveillance camera, just let it drift away with the wind..
Thinking this, the child-like Detective tried to face the two people before him with a normal attitude.
However, his gaze still lingered on the doll in the hands of those two.
This.. well.. I mean..
No matter how you look at it, these two dolls don't match the identity or temperament of Akai Shuichi and Gin at all! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
The Detective's shocked gaze and his expression, which looked as if his entire worldview was collapsing, were far too conspicuous for Gin and Akai to ignore.
However, unlike Akai Shuichi, who remained composed and noncommittal, Gin, having noticed Conan's nearly broken expression, decided to give this child's precarious worldview a push.
He walked toward Conan with an air of indifference, deliberately releasing a trace of cold killing intent.
A momentary flash of killing intent left the Detective frozen on the spot. His eyes widened as Gin approached step by step, a spine-chilling tremor racing from his tailbone straight to his brain. The icy killing intent made him shudder, leaving his mind a complete blank.
He instinctively took a step back, stumbling slightly as he tried to steady himself, only to feel a suffocating pressure within the Silver-haired man's green eyes.
In that moment, Conan realized belatedly why Haibara always showed a look of terror whenever she encountered members of the Black Organization.
However, Gin did nothing.
She seemed to find it amusing (which he did), tilting her head slightly to admire the Great Detective's cold sweat for a moment, before saying in a low voice, "Reach out."
Conan followed the instruction in a daze, acting on instinct.
When the boy really reached out his hand, he suddenly snapped out of his trance, feeling nothing but intense regret in that instant.
However, by this moment, it was already too late for regret.
Conan stared warily at Gin, gazing intently at every movement of the silver-haired man, his mind rapidly calculating a way to escape. Then, under the boy's tense gaze, he saw Gin lean down and raise his hand—
—placed the Dinosaur toy into his hands.
Eeeeee—!
Putting the Dinosaur toy into his hands??
Ignoring Conan's expression, which was a mix of bewilderment and sheer terror, the Silver-haired man walked calmly toward Heine. As he passed Akai Shuichi, he heard the Ace Agent let out a low, chuckling remark:
Sick joke.
Tsk.
In a good mood at the moment, Gin chose not to lower himself to Akai Shuichi's level.
..
When leaving, Heine reluctantly took the initiative to act as the Driver. Of course, it wasn't that he was particularly helpful; in his own words, it was because "I don't really want to see the two of you right now."
Akai Shuichi, whose name was called, kept his smile unchanged.
Gin, who was also named, remained noncommittal.
The Silver-haired man did not want to dwell on the true meaning behind Heine's smile, just as he did not want to dwell on the looks Heine and Conan gave him and Akai Shuichi when they met, those looks where everything was understood without a word.
Conan held that cute and innocent Dinosaur toy in his hands. It wasn't that the Detective was reluctant to let it go; it was simply that he didn't know where the best place to put it would be.
However, a trace of confusion still lingered on the Boy's youthful face, the way he gazed at Gin was quite difficult to describe.
Compared to Gin's attempt to shift the blame, Akai Shuichi was much more composed.
The Black-haired FBI agent's ace held the Little yellow chick doll, which was completely inconsistent with his image, with great confidence, feeling none of the Pressure of an "idol's burden."
Speaking of which, these two dolls were won from a stall at the Amusement Park.
The game at the stall was shooting.
Whether it was the former Organization's Top Killer or the current FBI Ace Agent, neither was the type of person to go to a roadside stall to fight an ordinary child for a reward.
But when their opponent was specified as each other, the situation was different.
A few years ago, when Akai Shuichi was still Rye of the Black Organization, he and Gin once met at the training ground and had a few rounds of shooting matches.
There were exchanges, with wins and losses.
Ever since Akai Shuichi's defection from the Black Organization, although they hadn't completely lost contact, dreaming of interacting and competing like they used to was still just that—a dream.
At this moment, seeing a youth skipping class holding his girlfriend's hand and rambling incessantly about winning a doll for him, Akai Shuichi felt a rare sense of playfulness.
“Do you want to give it a try?”
As he spoke, he turned her head to look at Gin. Seeing that the Silver-haired man had already put away the Rose, a flash of regret quickly passed through Akai Shuichi's green eyes.
".." Gin froze for a moment, then turned his gaze toward the game stall.
The youth who had made such big claims raised his gun and aimed at the balloons; just from his posture, Gin could judge the result.
As expected, out of twenty shots, the "ambitious" youth only hit seven balloons.
Gin blinked, having stepped forward a moment ago, said nonchalantly, "Fine."
He rarely felt such a competitive urge.
The air guns provided at the Game stall are completely different from regular sniper rifles. For top-tier snipers, even the slightest difference in firearms would cause them discomfort, let alone these civilian air guns.
However, the two were top-tier snipers with plenty of Experience after all; even while holding non-standard air guns, their accuracy was terrifyingly high.
With each pull of the Trigger, bullets shot out from the muzzles, carving sharp arcs through the air.
Gin barely had to aim; his professional skill and his intuition as a Sniper were enough to deal with the Target balloon not far away. In a brief moment, the balloons popped one after another with a series of sharp sounds, exploding in the air like fireworks, stimulating the eardrums of everyone present.
The balloons that were shot were either clinging to the Wall or swaying precariously down from the air. As the number of Bullets in the air gun decreased, the Crime scene became a mess, yet it also presented a strange, violent beauty.
After firing the last bullet from his air gun, Gin lowered the weapon and looked back at the FBI Ace Agent fighting behind him, a half-smile playing in his green eyes.
It seemed like an invitation, yet it also seemed like mere provocation.
Akai Shuichi took a step forward and took the air gun from Gin's hand.
He also accepted this invitation and provocation.
In the time that followed, Akai Shuichi's crisp and decisive movements and his effortless demeanor were better described as a "performance" rather than a game.
The girl watching from the sidelines sighed silently in her heart, casting a fleeting glance at her boyfriend, but then she slowly turned her vision away.
Youth: ……
The Girl's casual gaze clearly contained no Malice, but for the hot-blooded Youth, it was enough to make him feel embarrassed.
The crackling sounds of explosions echoed in everyone's ears, until the Bar owner, looking pale, the unsatisfied Akai Shuichi finally stopped.
He raised an eyebrow and gave Gin a playful smile. "Looks like it's a tie?"