Akai Shuichi, who was waiting at the back of the train, had already placed his sniper rifle early, and in order to prevent Gin from being discovered again, Shuichi deliberately found a dark coat and covered the top of the firearm, completely blocking the reflection that the scope might emit, and at a distance of more than 200 yards, it was almost impossible to detect clothes of similar colors at once. Shuichi still did the same, putting the stool used by Mr. Captain on the edge of the carriage, and the whole person used the help of the stool, just exposing half of his head outside, using a small monocular to observe Gin's every move, although the magnification is not very high, but it is enough to use at this distance.

The telescope captured the figure of the great detective Edogawa, and Shuichi knew that something was wrong, otherwise according to their plan, when Conan got on the roof of the car, the mysterious train should have been forcibly divided into two sections by the bomb, and he could find a suitable distance and time to launch an attack on Gin on his own, the target was the arm he was holding Ashbara, as long as the hostage problem was solved, the child who thought of the superhuman ability could control Gin. The current situation is a bit tricky, firstly, Kazama did not get on the roof of the car with Conan, so Shuichi can't shoot easily, because there is no way to capture Gin alive with the strength of that detective kid alone, even if he has injured an arm, it is difficult, in fact, on the contrary, Conan is now probably about to become Gin's second captive, watching Gin point at Conan's gun, Shuichi is afraid to do it; Second, Gin is now facing away from Shuichi, he can't see the specific location of Gray Yuan at all, if he shoots rashly, it is very likely to hurt Gray Yuan, who is still trapped in Gin's arms, which is a completely unacceptable result for Hideichi, so even if Gin really pulls the trigger on the detective, Xiuyi is completely helpless, and can only watch him die.

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"Don't you want to tell me your story before I die? I've always been curious about the relationship between the two of you. Conan doesn't seem to be aware of being pistol-pointed at his head at all, and is still chatting meaninglessly with Gin, of course, it's just meaningless in Gin's opinion, Conan's main purpose in venturing on the roof of the car is actually to stall for time, waiting for the bomb to explode and Kazama's support, "I really want to know, what kind of acquaintance can make you even recognize her now, and what kind of friendship can make you know her identity when you see a hair, Think of it as my last request before I die. ”

Maybe it was because he felt that he had won the battle, or maybe it was because of the special feelings for the man next to Sherry, in short, Gin didn't shoot Conan immediately, but put the pistol away, probably in his eyes, even if he didn't have a gun in his hand, the little ghost in front of him was just a fish on a cutting board. "Since you're a well-known high school detective, I want to ask you, what kind of words do you think would be used to describe me and her......" Gin didn't answer the detective's question immediately, but threw the question back to Conan, not embarrassed or anything, he just wanted to see what kind of strength and ability Sherry's newly selected man had.

"I don't know, maybe it's unforgettable, right?" Conan's tone was very uncertain.

Perhaps the words chosen by the great detective were too special, Gin's always indifferent face unexpectedly burst into a smile, and after a slightly hoarse laugh, Gray Yuan couldn't help but open his eyes to observe Gin's thoughts, and continued to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two people, "unforgettable...... That's a good adjective. With another tearing laugh, Gin continued, "Do you know what the codename Sherry means?" ”

"Sherry, a white wine from the southern region of Spain, has a mellow and sweet taste...... "The great detective is still very knowledgeable, and this kind of partial knowledge can be said casually," Shakespeare once praised in his poem, 'Sherry is like the Spanish sunshine in a bottle'"

Gin raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't expect the little ghost in front of him to be able to say this, "That's right, if the organization is a huge opaque bottle, Sherry is the only ray of sunshine in it......" There seemed to be some kind of contemplation in Gin's eyes, and Conan didn't casually interrupt Gin's memories. "You know what? When humanity is about to fall to the brink of collapse, any trace of warmth will be infinitely magnified, our encounter happened when both of them were about to collapse, the two dying people will definitely hug each other to warm each other, just like that, with the help of the last trace of warmth on each other's bodies, we have survived together......"

Listening to Gin's story, Gray's memory also returned to the time when she and Gin first met, and that choice was not the most satisfactory, but it was the most realistic, or the most profitable, and from then on, an unintended killer who failed many missions in a row and a cold girl who buried her head in the laboratory day and night but did nothing began to follow her daily life. I remember that Gin once asked her what her favorite color was other than crimson, and she pointed to her unchanged white coat without hesitation, not because she really liked this color, but because this wisp of white was the only light in the dark organization, and from that day on, Gin, who was naturally cold, seemed to have become a little gentler.

Conan, who was standing and listening, finally interrupted Gin's reminiscences, "Looks like you really love her......"

"Am people like me qualified to have love?" Conan was keenly aware of Gin's wording of me and not us, and probably knew very well in his heart that he and Gray Plains were people from two worlds at all, "There is no affection between us, only the use of ......" Gin smiled self-deprecatingly, "At that time, I was just an inappropriate killer, and all the tasks I participated in ended in failure, and the situation in the organization was really unspeakable, no matter who dared to bully me, I would get hurt every night, They also said they were helping me practice. ”

Ashbara's memories follow Gin back to those dark days, when she had just returned to Japan from her studies in the United States, and was involved in someone else's experimental project in a laboratory she organized, which was a simple subject for the development of a poison, in short, a poison that could cause death without detecting the specific cause of death, which was actually somewhat similar to the later usage of APTX4869. She doesn't want to make this harmful drug for the organization, so she often can't work hard when researching, and there is no experimental result, of course, it will cause dissatisfaction among other experimenters, so her life is actually very difficult, it is impossible to raise idlers in this kind of place in the organization, and everyone who lives in the organization must use their lives to serve the ultimate goal of that gentleman.