His actions could deceive the guests present, but they could not deceive Akai Shuichi by his side.
The Black-haired agent carefully recalled Conan's "behavior" during this period, he had to admit that Gin's remark.. actually made a fair amount of sense.
Akai Shuichi's eyes darkened, he couldn't help but devote a little attention to it.
After all, if something were to actually happen at this moment, he wasn't sure if Gin would go for a Double Kill.
As time passed second by second, everything seemed to be normal.
A pair of newlyweds in the middle of the crowd showed happy smiles, their eyes meeting in perfect harmony, filled with clear and sweet, deep affection.
Niwang Yaji was already born with handsome features. His phoenix eyes were bright and spirited, his thin lips held a faint trace of a smile, giving him a dashing and cynical appearance. However, the youth had restrained his usual playfulness at this moment, appearing much more solemn, his once highly distinctive silver hair had now been meticulously groomed.
He was a professional tennis player, with his tall stature and well-proportioned build, he naturally drew many people's gaze just by standing there.
Nana also dressed up intentionally today. Although his looks were not particularly striking, she could still be described as "pretty." Unlike his usual makeup-free appearance, she had applied light makeup today, making his already good complexion look even more exquisite.
Perhaps to make up for the regret that Gin might not be able to attend her upcoming formal wedding, the Black-haired girl wore a white dress. A beige leather belt with a floral pattern was wrapped around his waist, his slender arm was linked with Niwang Yaji's, a shimmering platinum chain adorned his wrist.
The two of them were currently exchanging pleasantries with Niwang's friend, who was reportedly a Teammate from Niwang's junior high and high school Tennis Club days.
A red-haired youth was curiously sizing up Nana, chatting away with a grin, which drew an annoyed "Marui!" from Yaji.
Everything, after all these years apart, it seemed as though some things had never changed.
Gin swept his gaze over them, his gaze softening slightly, then he looked over Niwang's family.
Niwang's wife, who was already middle-aged, still retained her former beauty. Her features were gentle, her smile was kind, she wore a dark blue dress. Looking at her son and future daughter-in-law with crescent-shaped eyes, her gaze was full of blessings, her every expression radiated deep care.
In contrast, Mr. Niwang is much more serious.
He was dressed in a formal black suit, looking meticulous, his tone did not seem particularly intimate. However, judging from the occasional smile on his lips, the faint smile lines around his eyes, the way he instructed his son, that man was also satisfied with the couple.
Seeing that they had no dissatisfaction with this engagement, Gin felt a slight sense of relief in his heart.
This is truly..
Coming back to his senses, the Silver-haired man silently mocked his own indecisiveness; however, unlike in the past when he would decisively make up for a wrong decision with ruthless action, this time he allowed himself to indulge in these almost soft emotions, his lip corner curled slightly.
He put down the wine glass in his hand and casually averted his gaze, thinking with a hint of Shiran that he could probably rest easy and leave Nana to Niwang Yaji.
However, in the next second, Gin's gaze tightened slightly.
Akai Shuichi, who was beside him, also seemed to notice something unusual and subtly increased the pressure in his hands—yet he kept it within a range that would not cause Gin Pain.
The moment the silver-haired man received the signal and turned his head to look at him, Akai Shuichi gave a slight nod.
The two former Nemeses shared a knowing glance.
..
Lightly pressing down on the Youth's restless hand, Gin gave him a cold sneer filled with murderous intent. As the other man's eyes widened in trembling fear and he involuntarily took a step back, Gin applied force to his wrist, forcefully dragging him up.
Listen, if you don't want people to find out what you're doing," Gin lowered his voice, his tone as piercing as the harsh winter snow, "then you'd better shut up immediately.
Of course," Gin said, his green eyes looking coldly at the youth, while his other free hand toyed with a dagger he had produced from nowhere. "I wouldn't mind dealing with you directly right now.
He looked at the youth's expression, as if he were looking at a dead man.
Youth: ……
Taking the youth away from the engagement party without a sound, Gin was surrounded by a heavy, oppressive atmosphere, his eyes growing increasingly cold, chilling anyone to the bone.
The criminal who had the audacity to plot a murder was now being held captive, following the Silver-haired man with his hands bound, not even daring to breathe heavily.
Perhaps it was because he had a foreboding.
Akai Shuichi had already taken Conan and waited outside the doorway.
Seeing Gin walk out looking icy cold, the Black-haired agent said helplessly, "Calm down a little."
I didn't deal with him directly." Gin cast a casual glance at the killer in his hands—or rather, the man who would become the killer: "I am already very calm.
He released his grip and gave the youth a forceful shove in the back, causing the youth to stumble several steps before finally finding his footing.
The youth stumbled as he regained his footing, just as he was about to take a step to flee, another figure appeared before him.
Akai Shuichi gave the caught youth a cold glance, pinning him to the spot with a single look.
Seeing this, Gin let out a cold snort.
“It's your mess.” Gin cast a cold gaze toward Conan, his voice perfectly embodying the sense of an approaching storm.
The Silver-haired man delivered a final verdict: "Handle it yourself."
Conan: ".."
Edogawa Conan looked completely bewildered.
Hey, hey! Don't pin this on me, okay? I haven't even seen this man before, so how did it become my fault?!
You must be joking. You're the one who does most of the arson and murder, okay? Does that have even the slightest connection to me, a detective with a good reputation?!
Can you be reasonable?! Don't you know that venting anger is a bad habit, hey!
However, Gin was clearly not a person who cared much for being reasonable.
Seeing Conan's face filled with indignation, confusion, grievance, the Silver-haired man only let out a cold laugh, showing not a shred of sympathy.
Moreover—
Don't you have even the slightest idea of what kind of constitution you have? Knowing that you are a Shinigami's spokesperson and that murder cases are constantly occurring around you, can you please stop going out and causing trouble for people, okay?
Even if you aren't tired, others are! Stop being so diligent with your "Work," okay?
Your senpai Kinda Ichichi is much more easygoing than you! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
Of course, Conan really had no idea about his own extraordinary constitution.
Fortunately, whether due to a hidden fear of Gin or his own overwhelming sense of justice, Conan dutifully took on this mess, ensuring that no bystanders would be affected.
Gin: Why should I believe that?
Akai Shuichi pressed his aching temples, feeling a surge of agreement toward Gin's remark, his gaze toward Conan became somewhat strange.
To be honest, the frequency of murder cases occurring around this child is indeed a bit high..
—Or perhaps there is even 'more' that remains unknown.
However, as a modern materialist, Akai Shuichi did not hold superstitions regarding metaphysics, Conan was someone he viewed as a highly promising talent. Thus, the Black-haired agent looked up at Gin and said, "Speaking of which, when you captured him, did you obtain any evidence?"
It seemed like a subtle attempt to diffuse the tension.
What?" Gin's mood was foul, making his tone even more dismissive. "Isn't this your job? What does it have to do with me?
“Or perhaps—" He raised his hand, casually twirling the Dagger in his hand into a beautiful flourish, "you need me to kill this guy before he's been murdered so that the conviction goes through—after all, framing people isn't my first time."
He looked quite sincere, as if Akai Shuichi would immediately go back to frame someone the moment he nodded.
Such blatantly immoral words caused Conan to frown repeatedly, yet Akai Shuichi beside him showed no extreme reaction.
Forget it." Akai interjected, "You—
"That won't do." From not far away, a familiar voice drifted in, sounding at the same time as Akai's words.
Gin looked toward the sound.
The blonde-haired youth leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, his eyebrows slightly raised, looking indescribably relaxed and carefree.
“It's better not to kill people.”
Amuro let out a light chuckle and blinked his eyes.
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Author's Note: Thank you to Jiye Qianchen Little Angel for the landmine, love you, mwah~
Little Angels who provided Nutrient solution: Sinan 16 bottles; Xixi Lizi 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for everyone's support, I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 220 Chapter 201 Because of the snow in Hokkaido's winter, really..
Gin stared intently at Amuro Tooru.
Between them, one could tentatively say, "Long time no see."
But then again, there was no reason for the two of them to meet frequently—perhaps there had been some unspoken care and companionship in the past, but that was no reason.
When the Black Organization still existed, Amuro Tooru was an undercover who entered the organization under an alias, Gin was an indispensable high-level member of the organization.
And now, one is a retired Public Security elite, the other.. is perhaps a Public Security element who jumped ship to Italy?
It sounds.. like it's not exactly a harmonious relationship either.
However, the atmosphere between them was not one of hostility.
The Silver-haired man slightly raised an eyebrow and spoke first, "Did you come here for him?"
His peripheral vision swept toward the Criminal he had personally captured, whose mission had failed before it even truly began; a hint of disdain flickered in his green eyes, adding a touch of contempt to his expression.
Between smart people, a single glance is often enough to reach a mutual understanding.
Amuro Tooru had been staying at Public Security lately, in charge of follow-up matters regarding the Black Organization; even if he wasn't busy to the point of exhaustion, he wouldn't exactly be considered to have much free time. Furthermore, no matter how you looked at him, the blonde-haired youth didn't seem like the type of person who had the leisure to come over and reminisce.
Amuro Tooru did not care in the slightest about his expression.
The Blonde-haired youth nodded, his tone seemingly carrying a hint of Helplessness: "Yeah."
Gin thought of this point, in a sudden shift of thought, Akai Shuichi thought of it too.
The black-haired agent glanced sideways at the suspect caught red-handed by Gin, his voice carrying a rare hint of hesitation: "He isn't connected to the Black Organization too, is he?"
Isn't that a bit too much of a coincidence?
He instinctively glanced at Conan, thinking to himself, could Gin's吐槽 really be this prophetic?
But then again, are there really any weaklings in the Black Organization?
Although the grudge between them had come to an end, Amuro Tooru still found Akai Shuichi quite unpleasant to look at; the reasons for it were not worth mentioning to others, all one needed to know was that he was a real pain in the neck.
The moment he saw Akai Shuichi, the blonde-haired youth showed a sharp expression almost as a reflex, responding sarcastically, "You're overthinking it."
Hearing that they seemed about to start arguing yet again, Gin cleared his throat, forcibly interrupting the "exchange" between the two.