AWB Chapter 217 Gin: Am I strong enough...?
Chapter 217 Gin: Am I strong enough...?
"Oh my... Kurosawa, reading again?" The girl looked at the boy sitting on the bench with interest.
"Hmm..." the boy replied coldly.
"Tch...how cold-hearted..." The girl pouted slightly in dissatisfaction, looking at the boy's long golden hair, "You've grown your hair long again...aren't you afraid of being discovered? Cut it short, besides...long hair can easily affect your training."
The other person's blond hair shimmered slightly in the sunlight.
She didn't quite understand why the other person was so fixated on her hair... knowing full well that resisting having her hair cut would result in punishment from the organization.
The boy didn't speak, continuing to look at the book in his hands.
"I said...you didn't hear me, did you?" the girl asked, somewhat incredulously.
After a while... realizing she was being ignored, the girl awkwardly scratched the ground with her toes and ran away.
"I'm never talking to you again...and I'm never bringing you food again."
The young Gin merely raised his head slightly, glanced indifferently at the girl, and then lowered his head again to continue reading his book.
After a while, the girl returned, saying, "Never mind, what can I do? You're Kurosawa..."
"You'll be punished for having such long hair. You'll be locked in a dark room..." The girl was a little hesitant, holding a pair of scissors in her hand. "How about I trim it for you?"
"Besides, your hair is practically covering your butt..."
Gin frowned and looked up at the girl... She was a little dirty, but her eyes were bright.
He doesn't like getting haircuts.
Letting someone hold a knife to your head is nothing short of foolish.
So he would resist...and then get beaten and locked in a dark room.
After hesitating for a moment, he nodded gently.
It wasn't out of kindness... but rather because the other person, a thin girl, posed no real threat to him.
If anyone harbors any thoughts that are detrimental to him, he will kill them instantly.
"That's great..." The girl carefully picked up Gin's hair and gently cut it off.
The haircut was very short... and the girl was very attentive.
Perhaps knowing that the other person liked long hair, they only trimmed part of it... The golden hair reached the back and looked very beautiful.
"Hey, I really don't know... you're like a block of wood." The girl sighed, looking at Gin who was still staring blankly at his book, and advised, "Although I don't know if you're listening, I still have to say... smoke less, it really affects your training."
After saying that, the girl took the scissors and left.
However, the girl's efforts were ultimately in vain; his hair was still discovered, and he was forcibly beaten by the trainer.
Then they were locked in a small dark room... enduring darkness and hunger.
The girl brought him food as before.
Finally, he was discovered... and beaten to death right before his eyes by the instructor.
A life was lost just like that...
There wasn't even a splash of water; no one cared about her, and no one knew she was dead.
It's as if it never existed...
The reason is that the other party was not cautious enough...
What a stupid woman...it's hilarious.
The book states that all negative consequences stem from the individual's lack of ability.
Because the girl wasn't strong enough, wasn't careful enough... she died.
Then one day... Gin used the Boleta in front of that instructor... to kill his family members one shot at a time, watching them scream in agony...
Finally... a bullet was driven into the enemy's head.
Perhaps it was to avenge being locked in a dark room... or perhaps...
A slightly dirty girl gradually appeared in his mind... but he couldn't remember her face.
All I remember is that the other person's eyes were very bright... very bright...
"Big brother...big brother?" Vodka's soft call woke Gin.
Gin snapped out of his daze...
The window was open, and a comfortable breeze was blowing in...
He wrapped his clothes tightly around himself, just as his cold heart rejected all tenderness.
I remember... after killing the instructor.
He was appreciated and recognized by that gentleman... and met many people who taught him.
This also led to his increasing strength.
The man told him, 'The more powerful...the freer.'
But... is he really strong enough? Is he free enough?
He doesn't know...and he doesn't understand.
Just like how he didn't know why he would hold a funeral for a girl whose name he didn't even know...it's ridiculous.
"Vodka...stop the car." Gin's voice turned cold...
A black muscle car slowly pulled up near the residential building... unnoticed.
"Eh...what a pity, so young." Takagi Wataru sighed softly, his eyes catching a figure in a black coat preparing to enter the scene. "Hmm?"
“Sir…” Takagi shook his head, “Entry is not permitted here…”
Gin gave Takagi Wataru a cold look...
The cold, dark green pupils exerted immense pressure on Takagi, causing him to take a few steps back...
"Set up the cordon..." Gin ordered.
"Okay, okay..." Takagi Wataru immediately pulled up the police tape.
Vodka, who was about to speak: ...
This police officer... how did he get transferred to this position... so obedient...?
After the two entered, Takagi Wataru suddenly paused...
Why should he take orders from a complete stranger?
Damn it!
Takagi Wataru slammed his hand hard against his palm.
Why, why couldn't he refuse an order?
He, Wataru Takagi, is a detective who dreams of winning the glory of cherry blossoms!
Thinking of this... Takagi Wataru gestured again, "This gentleman..."
"Huh?!" Gin's dark green pupils glared at him again.
"Please come in..." Takagi Wataru gave in... looking aggrieved.
As it turns out, he was just an honest person who reaped the benefits of honesty, and when faced with someone more powerful, he had no way to resist.
Last time... Ayumi even gave him orders.
Gin walked into the crime scene with an air of utter disregard for everyone else.
A young woman lay on the ground...with obvious ligature marks on her neck.
"It's obvious...it was murder." The chubby orange-haired man who had just chased Conan and his friends away said, squatting on the ground and stroking his chin.
The surrounding police officers nodded in agreement.
Gin:.......
"The corpse's fingernails had blue flakes, and there were ligature marks on its neck..." a cold voice rang out.
"Oh... what's your opinion, my friend in the top hat... um?" Inspector Megure stood up, pausing for a moment.
He suddenly realized something was wrong and shouted, "Takagi! How could you let ordinary civilians in?"
"He...he scared me." Takagi Wataru rushed over, looking at Inspector Megure with a pitiful expression.
"Ahem... Inspector Megure, we're just helpful detectives." Vodka pulled out some fabricated evidence from his pocket. "This is my older brother, Kurosawa. I'm Uozuka. We saw this and filed a case... so we thought we'd come and help."
"Oh?!" Inspector Megure's eyes lit up, then he looked somewhat suspicious. "By the way, you two... haven't we met somewhere before?"
Gin remained silent for a moment after hearing this.
When did I ever meet this fat orange-haired policeman?