Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Chapter 165 Conan and Gin

After entering the hotel, Conan looked around and found that the scene inside was in sharp contrast to the luxurious appearance outside.

The hotel lobby seemed unexpectedly narrow, and the originally spacious layout was cut into pieces by various strange walls.

Some walls look particularly thick and even a little inconsistent, as if something has been deliberately added to them.

Conan's gaze rested on the walls for a moment, his mind racing through the actual purpose of this hotel. His brows furrowed, and a faint sense of unease rose within him.

"These walls... separate so many rooms. Could it be..." A possibility flashed through Conan's mind. What could be hidden within those thick walls? Upon realizing this, his face changed, cold sweat trickled down his forehead, and a hint of disbelief crossed his eyes.

"No way... so many?" He exclaimed in his heart, but his footsteps subconsciously paused and his heartbeat began to accelerate.

Feeling Conan's gaze looking around, the man in black leading the way seemed to have received some instructions, slowed down his pace and stopped urging.

On the contrary, he deliberately slowed down his pace, as if to buy Conan more time so that he could observe everything around him more carefully.

After circling around for a while, the man in black finally stopped at a small, unassuming doorway. The doorway was simple, even shabby, forming a stark contrast to the ornate decor outside. He raised his hand and gently tapped a few times in a rhythmic pattern.

"Boom... boom... boom... boom."

A small observation hole in the door opened, and a slight sound came from inside. A pair of calm, sharp eyes peeked out from the hole and took a careful look. After a moment, the door slowly opened, revealing a narrow and deep entrance.

Standing at the door, Conan felt an invisible sense of oppression coming towards him. He took a deep breath, his eyes determined, and stepped in without hesitation.

The door slowly closed, and Conan looked up at the scene before him, momentarily stunned. The space behind the door was vast and large, and the crystal chandelier above cast a cold white light, making the entire place appear empty and slightly cold.

In the center is a huge dance floor, surrounded by sofas, tables and chairs. Although it is not open for business now, the entire layout exudes a sense of luxury and oppression.

Conan stood at the entrance, looking around. Although it was empty at the moment and there was no noise, he could almost imagine how many monsters of all kinds would gather here when it officially opened, wandering and fighting on this dance floor.

However, what made Conan uneasy was not the empty dance floor, but the two figures sitting on the sofa in the middle.

The familiar long trench coat, the iconic hat and the cool expression that always carries an air of danger – gin ​​and vodka.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Conan's body still couldn't help but tremble slightly when he saw this scene.

He forced himself to calm down, lowered his head, and raised a ferocious smile. His voice was low but revealed a complex emotion: "Ah~~~Gin, vodka..."

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Gin was still sitting on the sofa, his eyes as cold as usual, without moving at all. But Vodka turned his head, and his eyes behind his sunglasses fell on Conan.

Even though the eyes were covered by lenses, Conan could still feel the deep sense of wonder emanating from them.

"Although Mr. Wuchen has already told us, this is still too absurd..."

Vodka's tone was filled with amazement. He looked Conan up and down, his voice growing more and more impressed. "He actually turned into a little kid. It's like a magic story."

Vodka was obviously a man who spoke his mind. He stood up and walked around Conan a few times, making clicking sounds from time to time, as if he was looking at a strange thing he had never seen before.

"Tsk tsk, with this face and this height, it's hard to believe you're Kudo Shinichi. It really is..."

"Vodka!" Gin interrupted his sigh coldly, his tone as cold as a knife, "Stop talking nonsense and bring him here."

Vodka immediately stopped, turned around and replied, "Yes, brother." Then he reached out and grabbed Conan's shoulders and pushed him towards the sofa.

"I'd like to see," Gin lowered his eyes, his voice full of disdain and threat, "where does this brat who wants to be my boss come from?"

Conan was pushed in front of Gin, still standing with his back straight, his eyes cold and tough. He took a deep breath, suppressed the tension in his heart, and forced himself to meet Gin's eyes, even though those eyes were as aggressive as a knife.

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The two stared at each other for a long moment, the atmosphere so heavy that even the air seemed frozen. Finally, Gin slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

He slowly reached into his arms, pulled out a black pistol, and pointed it coldly at Conan's forehead.

"You are really brave," Gin whispered, his voice as cold as a winter blade, "and you are the only one who survived from my hands. Tell me, should I wash away my shame now... Kudo Shinichi~~~"

Conan didn't avoid it at all and stared straight at Gin. There was no trace of fear in his eyes, and there was even a hint of sarcasm.

He took a deep breath, turned slowly, and walked to the sofa beside him. He didn't care about the gun muzzle, sat down in his most comfortable position, crossed his legs, and said, "I used to be very afraid of you."

Gin raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and the coldness in his eyes deepened, but he did not retract the gun. He pointed the gun steadily at Conan and said in a cold and dangerous tone: "Then why do you think I would approve of you as the judge?"

Gin's eyes were like knives, and his tone was full of disdain and sarcasm: "Mr. Wuchen's promise to me can make me the underground emperor of Tokyo, and even Japan.

Tell me, why would I give up such an opportunity to recognize a little brat who wants to ride on my head? "

Conan raised a confident smile and said firmly and sharply, "Because you know better than anyone that you are not fit to be the boss!"

A single word sent shockwaves through the air. As soon as the words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense. Conan's words, striking directly at the soul, could truly be considered a head-on attack.

Gin didn't speak immediately. His smile was still on his face, but his eyes became as cold as a knife, as if brewing some dangerous emotion.

However, before Gin could speak, Vodka could no longer hold back.

"Big brother is my most..." Vodka roared, took out the gun, and pointed it directly at Conan's head, his voice full of uncontrollable anger: "You little bastard! What are you talking about? Big brother is..."

"enough."

Before he could finish his words, Gin suddenly reached out and pushed down the muzzle of his gun. The force was steady and strong, and even though Vodka was filled with anger, it was interrupted.

"Brother!" Vodka looked at Gin in astonishment, obviously puzzled by his behavior.

However, Gin's smile only grew crazier. He withdrew his hand and looked at Conan with a look of bloodthirsty excitement, the corners of his mouth curved strangely and profoundly. "Go on! Let me hear your opinion, little brat."

Conan looked directly at Gin, not flinching. He knew this was an opportunity, a chance to pull the situation back under his control.

Conan gently adjusted his glasses, looked at Gin sharply, and a meaningful smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "During this period, I checked the reports of the entire Tokyo underground world and found something very interesting."

He paused, deliberately emphasizing his tone, his eyes flashing, and he glanced at Gin with a half-smile: "Due to my own reasons, I have paid close attention to your situation, especially yours."

Gin's smile remained unchanged after hearing this. He tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the sofa without responding immediately. His silence undoubtedly made the atmosphere even more depressing.

Vodka stood aside, staring at Conan with a vigilant look on his face, as if ready to pull out his gun again at any time.

Conan remained unaffected and continued calmly, "Gin...you're not someone who can sit still! You may have chosen to betray the organization because of Chen Shuo's promise, but you know very well in your heart! You never really wanted to become some kind of underground emperor."

Gin's fingers stopped, he narrowed his eyes, and the coldness in his eyes fell on Conan like a knife: "Oh? Then I'd like to hear what you think I want."

Conan smiled softly, his tone firm: "Freedom."

Gin's pupils shrank slightly, but his expression remained calm.

Conan stared at him, his tone becoming more and more steady: "All you want is a truly free body, a world without any constraints.

You can do whatever you want, and you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Becoming an underground emperor? A life where you have to deal with countless troubles every day and be watched by millions of people is simply an endless prison for you!

When Vodka heard this, his expression became complicated. He was about to open his mouth to refute, but Gin raised his hand to stop him.

A hint of cold smile appeared on Gin's lips, and his voice was low and dangerous: "You are very confident, kid. It seems that you know me much better than I thought."

Conan didn't flinch, looking directly at Gin with a firm gaze: "I'm just stating the truth. Gin, you know better than anyone that doing something you don't want to do is the real torture. And it's because I see this clearly that I dare to stand here."

Gin did not answer immediately, but leaned gently on the sofa, squinting his eyes, as if carefully savoring Conan's words.

The whole room fell into a subtle silence. Vodka looked confused, while Conan remained as calm as ever in this oppressive situation.

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Suddenly, Gin laughed, a low, strange laugh that gradually grew wilder. His shoulders shook slightly from the laughter, stirring the entire atmosphere like the sea before a storm.

Vodka was stunned. He had never seen Gin lose his composure like this before. His face was full of helplessness.

"Brother..." Vodka called out in a low voice. He wanted to step forward to stop him, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

After laughing for a while, Gin suddenly stopped. The smile quickly disappeared from his face, replaced by a murderous aura that was so strong that it was suffocating.

His eyes were as cold as ice. He stood up suddenly, raised the gun and pointed it at Conan's forehead again.

"Kudo Shinichi, you are so smart..." Gin said slowly in a low and chilling voice, "You are worthy of being the person Mr. Wuchen values!"

Conan was still sitting on the sofa, staring at Gin with sharp eyes, a trace of cold sweat on his forehead, but his body did not show any movement to retreat.

His hands were still clenched in his knees, but his heart was beating like a drum.

And Gin slowly pulled the trigger.