She hadn't originally had much interest in Kinda Ichichi, but seeing the subtle way Nana defended her, he couldn't help but ask a question.
“He is a smart person,” Nana said, as she spoke, she couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. “He is also a.. stubborn good man.”
There was a hint of envy hidden in her expression, but not much obsession.
Sometimes I feel like he is quite similar to Edogawa-kun.. but perhaps because the first person I knew was Kindaichi-kun, I like Kindaichi-kun a little more.
Pausing for a moment, she added an extra sentence as an explanation for his previous attitude.
If I could only choose one side, then I would definitely choose Zhenjun," Nana said as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "But if there is room for a change of heart, then I'll be a bit greedy.
The Silver-haired man was naturally aware of Nana's little schemes, but he remained noncommittal.
If he had the ability to save both, then why wouldn't he do it?
But you didn't ask me to let him go," Gin added with an intrigued tone. "Why is that?
“As for that..” Nana pursed her lips and smiled. “Whatever strategy Zhenjun chooses is Zhenjun's decision; I do not wish to interfere with Zhenjun's choice.. If I were to demand that Zhenjun spare someone who could potentially pose a threat to you, wouldn't that be hypocritical?”
After a pause, she added, "However, although I will not interfere with Zhenjun's choice, I will strive to find a way to achieve a win-win situation, 'saving' Kindaichi-kun while ensuring Zhenjun's safety.. That is simply my personal wish."
Some decisions are indeed difficult.. Anyway, as long as one does their absolute best. As for the rest, one can only do what is humanly possible and leave the rest to fate.
.. Interesting.
This topic ended there, but Guizhidao Zhege clearly had no intention of letting Nana off so easily.
You're only thinking about the forces surrounding me.." he said slowly, "Why not think about how to divert that detective's attention?
Nana was slightly stunned.
Shift.. attention?" She hesitated for a long moment. "A murder case??
Should I suggest that Kindaichi-kun go out more often?
This is absolutely not a complaint.. she really isn't!
For some reason, as soon as these words were spoken, Gin immediately thought of a certain elementary student who shared an inexplicable connection with Shinigami, leaving him momentarily speechless.
Could this be a special constitution unique to detectives?!
Gin coughed slightly before saying indifferently, "It is not."
He spoke with implication, "Detectives.. many of them have what is called a 'Nemesis'."
For example—
Under Nana's thoughtful gaze, Gin let out a relaxed laugh. "As for that person, you don't need to worry about him.. I will contact him."
For example, a certain Hell Puppeteer who hasn't appeared for a long time.
It's been a long time, Takao Haruki.
Chapter 233: Chapter 212 - Miyano sisters
The process of getting in touch with Takao Haruki was unexpectedly easy, so easy that even Gin was a bit surprised.
The Hell Puppeteer on the other end of the internet seemed to be in high spirits, replying to messages with exceptional promptness, even being somewhat overly attentive.
Gin only briefly mentioned his itinerary, it triggered a flurry of replies from the other side, causing the message notification sound to ring incessantly.
I'm in the UK right now~
Is Gin worrying about me? That's a bit unexpected~
And—
But I've almost had enough of the heavy fog in London, so don't worry, I'll be back soon!
You should still be in Japan right now [laugh], I'll contact you once I arrive.
Wait, wait..
Gin replied expressionlessly;
[What on earth is wrong with you?]
Opposite replied instantly;
Nothing, I just really want to see you [smile]
[Are you moved? Do you miss me?]
Gin: ……
The Silver-haired man expressionlessly closed the dialogue box on the screen, his cold and deep Western face appearing exceptionally pale under the glow of the laptop screen.
He seriously suspected this guy had come specifically to spite him, he even had evidence!
..
The distance from the UK to Japan is vast, spanning mountains, rivers, straits, with different time zones as well; yet the distance from the UK to Japan is also very short; if one is determined, a single plane ticket and a dozen or so hours are all it takes to travel from one country to another.
Although I don't know if Takao Haruki is really bored of staying in the UK, judging by her reply, it will take him at least a few days to return to Japan.
This was not unexpected, after all, it was impossible for him to travel to the airport all by himself at a moment's notice..
.. Some matters still need to be wrapped up properly.
So Gin began to look for a candidate for a lawyer.
Most of his capable subordinates had already followed Borse to Italy, including Korn and Chianti. Now, Gin did not have many subordinates he could trust; excluding those who were currently tied down by their respective missions, after calculating it over and over, the one he was most used to working with among the remaining people was actually Vodka.
Thinking of this, Gin could not help but feel a sense of sorrow.
Vodka was completely unaware of this; he even looked up at Gin, the latter could almost see a hint of anticipation on his face.
.. Fine, at least he is loyal.
He tentatively assigned the mission of screening lawyers to Vodka, since he would have to personally oversee the final selection anyway. After Vodka left on his mission, Gin made a phone call to Amuro Tooru.
Now, this former Black Organization undercover has returned to his original identity; strictly speaking, it would be more appropriate to call him Furuya Rei.
However, the Japanese Public Security elite and the Black Organization's former Organization's Top Killer are not entirely without connections; after all, they temporarily still need the intelligence provided by Gin, Gin also needs to use the power of Public Security to provide himself with a certain level of convenience.
This kind of exchange of interests also exists between Gin and the I. CPO and FBI, but the Silver-haired man has no complaints, as his life is quite carefree these days.
As for contact information or whatever, it wasn't exactly difficult to obtain anyway.
Skipping the trivial and uninspiring small talk (which was actually only a few words), the Silver-haired man went straight to the point.
“Are you interested in cars?” Gin was as blunt as ever, getting straight to the point: “I have a few good ones here.”
“..”
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for several seconds, as if digesting the amount of information in Gin's words. After a long while, Amuro Tooru asked in confusion, "Interested? What do you want to do?"
He gave a light chuckle, sounding as if he were merely chatting, or perhaps teasing: "Are you planning on sending me off?"
"Of course," Gin replied without hesitation.
Amuro Tooru froze for a few seconds, looking somewhat incredulous. "What?"
He was a brilliant member of the Japanese Public Security after all, he reacted after a few seconds, yet he still could not hide the astonishment in his tone: ".. You can't take the car you left in Japan with you, can you?"
That's right.
Why did you think of giving it to me?
“Don't you always love speeding?” Gin remarked with a subtle jab, then added indifferently, "Do you want it or not? If not, I'll give it to someone else."
“.. Yes.” The answer was given without any hesitation. Amuro Tooru's attitude in this regard seemed exceptionally calm. "It's free, so why wouldn't I take it? Besides, your car is quite something, isn't it? Why wouldn't I, a salaried civil servant, want it?"
“A salaried civil servant?” Gin repeated Amuro Tooru's words with a half-smile, “Is your salary at Public Security really that low? How many jobs do you need to work a year to make a living?”
The Silver-haired man's tone was almost unable to hide his teasing—though, of course, he had no intention of hiding it. "Looking to change jobs? Considering your professional capabilities, I would certainly welcome you here."
Although he knew it was Impossible, it didn't stop Gin from saying it on purpose. Of course, if Amuro Tooru were willing, it would be even better—he truly welcomed such a high-quality and high-efficiency Subordinate.
"Thank you for the compliment, but I'll pass," Amuro Tooru replied with a smile.
After a pause, he looked out the window. The morning Sunlight shone warmly upon the Earth, making his Mood much more pleasant as well. "When will you have time to let me pick out a car? I won't be polite about it."
I can tell.
Gin raised her hand to shield her eyes from the somewhat piercing sunlight. Having stayed up all night yesterday, he appeared somewhat drowsy today, even her temples felt a dull ache.
Life is truly becoming more and more decadent..
The Silver-haired man tilted his head, glancing at the time automatically displayed below the Laptop: "Just today? And by the way, bring along.. Hashimoto."
He instinctively wanted to say Nana, but fortunately, he corrected himself in time.
This little interlude clearly wouldn't change anything, the person opposite agreed immediately, "Sure."
Today happened to be the weekend.
After working non-stop for a period of time, no matter how hardworking and conscientious he was, Amuro Tooru still wanted to take a little break to relax.
The matter was settled just like that. Gin hung up the phone and couldn't help but let out a yawn.
The aftereffects of staying up late slowly eroded his brain, leaving him feeling waves of fatigue.. even her eyes felt slightly dry and gritty.
The Silver-haired man stared at the ticking second hand for a while, his thoughts stalling for three seconds before he made a decision.
Going to sleep.
..
After sleeping until the afternoon, when he woke up again, it was already dinner time.
Gin lifted his gaze to look at the sky outside the window; amidst the heavy dusk, there was a brilliance that could only be described as magnificent, with the overwhelming sunset glow looking like a sweeping, heavily painted oil painting. He reached out to grab the mobile phone by the bedside and opened an APP, preparing to order some takeout.
Then, he unexpectedly received an SMS.
This accident included not only the timing of the SMS but also the identity of the sender.
Miyano Akemi.
This long-unseen name made Gin raise an eyebrow with interest. He temporarily withdrew the Finger that was about to tap the Delivery APP and instead opened his SMS.
The content was simple, nothing more than an Invitation.
An Invitation to.. Eating him?