Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Chapter 195 She didn’t cry!

Continental Hotel Bar.

Dim lights flickered on the ceiling, and the whole space was filled with the smell of alcohol and lazy music.

It was evening, and the atmosphere in the bar was just right—not too loud, not too quiet.

However, the figures at the bar formed a strange picture.

Conan supported his face with his hands, sitting depressed on a high chair, with a glass of juice in front of him, and he was stirring the straw impatiently.

He lowered his head and sighed, his face full of depression.

"Hey, Brother Shuo..."

Conan raised his head and looked helplessly at Chen Shuo who was sitting next to him: "What's wrong with today's primary school students?"

Chen Shuo was holding a glass of whiskey. He raised his eyebrows when he heard this, took a sip of the wine, and looked at Conan with a puzzled look on his face: "What's wrong?"

Conan pointed at Gin, who was sitting not far away, and said in disbelief, "Why do today's elementary school students worship such cold things?"

Gin, who was called out, was smoking a cigarette and scanning the guests in the bar with cold eyes. He exuded an aura that kept strangers away.

Hearing Conan's words, he tilted his head slightly, his eyes piercing like knives: "Huh!?"

Conan felt a chill on the back of his neck, but he mustered up the courage to continue complaining: "Look, someone like him with such a cold personality, not talkative, smoking a cigarette all day long, with an expression like 'I'm dangerous, don't come near me', is actually admired by those two little guys Genta and Mitsuhiko? I really don't understand! What's wrong with them?"

Gin withdrew his gaze, too lazy to pay attention to the kid, and leaned back in his chair to smoke.

But the slightly furrowed brow showed that he was not completely indifferent at the moment.

Chen Shuo looked at the two of them and was speechless for a moment.

He hadn't figured out why Gin became the "idol" of the Junior Detective League, so he could only make up a story: "Uh... maybe it's because people with this kind of image are more popular in movies these past few years?

You know, that cold and dangerous killer image, there will always be a group of people who think it's cool. Well, but look at Ayumi, isn't she afraid of Gin? Gin's eyes can scare the little girl. "

As soon as the words fell, Chianti in the corner suddenly raised her head, and her hand, which had been wiping her gun, paused. She grinned widely, revealing an exaggerated smile, and laughed loudly, slapping her thigh.

"Hahahaha! Gin! You actually scared the little girl to tears!" She laughed loudly, completely ignoring Gin's murderous gaze that was almost solidified into substance.

Her laughter spread, and all the guests in the bar turned their eyes to her.

None of the guests in the Continental Hotel were good people. When they heard the news that Gin had scared the elementary school student to tears, they couldn't help but join in the ridicule.

"Hahahaha! You are worthy of being our manager!" A fearless guy raised his glass and said in a mocking tone.

"From his appearance, it's clear that he's not a good person!" Another person echoed with a smile, with obvious mockery in his voice.

"Hahahahahaha..." Laughter rang out one after another, and the atmosphere in the entire bar instantly became extremely lively.

Gin's face was terribly dark, the corner of his mouth where the cigarette was twitching slightly, and the wine glass in his hand was so gripped that it made a slight "clicking" sound.

Just when everyone's laughter reached its peak, there was a crisp "pop" sound...

The wine glass in Gin's hand was instantly crushed by him, and the wine dripped down his fingers onto the floor, making a crisp sound along with the glass fragments.

"She didn't cry!"

He himself didn't know why he opened his mouth to explain, but as soon as he said it, he regretted it - complete and irreparable regret.

The bar fell into a brief silence, and everyone's expression seemed to be frozen in time.

Then, the silent atmosphere was broken by a burst of uncontrollable laughter, like the beginning of a falling domino effect...

"Hahahahahahahahaha!" Chianti was the first to burst out laughing. He fell on the sofa holding the gun and even laughed so hard that the gun fell to the ground.

Chen Shuo could no longer suppress his laughter, and the whiskey almost spurted out of his mouth. He quickly covered his mouth with his hands and lay on the bar, laughing uncontrollably.

As for Conan, he was already laughing like crazy.

He simply pushed the juice glass aside, leaned over the bar, hugged his stomach, and almost fell off his chair laughing.

Laughter exploded in the bar like a bomb, and the guests, who had calmed down a little because of Gin's smashing of the wine glass, joined in the carnival again.

The funniest thing about Gin scaring the little girl to tears is 100%, and the funniest thing about Gin explaining that the little girl didn't cry is %.

"Hahahaha! She's not crying!"

"Hahahahaha! This visual is so vivid, I'm going crazy laughing!"

"Hurry up and write this down! This is the #1 joke of the year at the Continental Hotel Bar!"

Gin's face was darker than black coffee.

He sat there with a cigarette in his mouth, the veins on his forehead throbbing faintly.

He could feel every look directed at him, every harsh laugh like a slap in the face.

"One day sooner or later..." Gin gritted his teeth and whispered, his voice as cold as if it came from hell: "I will kill you all."

After saying this, he took a deep drag on his cigarette, swung his black coat, turned around and walked towards the door of the bar.

"Hey, Gin, don't go! Come and explain it again!" Chianti shouted from behind, not afraid of death at all.

Gin didn't even turn his head, but his pace was obviously faster.

He was holding a cigarette, and his expression looked like he was ready to kill someone, but there was also a hint of embarrassment.

When he pushed open the bar door, he almost broke it open.

The moment the door closed, a new round of even more intense laughter erupted in the bar.

"Hahahahahaha! She's not crying!"

Everyone in the bar burst into laughter, and the air was no longer filled with the smell of alcohol, but was filled with joy and ridicule.

Gin stood in the corridor outside the bar, took a deep puff of his cigarette, exhaled a long puff of smoke, his eyes extremely cold.

"Assholes... just wait for me."

He secretly swore in his heart that sooner or later, he would make these bastards regret their laughter today.

Unfortunately, even though he was filled with murderous intent at the moment, the guys who stayed in the bar and were laughing so hard that they were falling over were obviously not worried at all.

For a cold-blooded killer like Gin, being recorded in the dark history of "scaring a little girl" and giving an "innocent explanation" is enough to make them laugh for a long time.

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Inside the training ground of the Continental Hotel, the air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder.

The target paper hanging on the wall was densely covered with bullet holes, and almost all of the bullet holes were concentrated on the center of the bull's eye, with astonishing accuracy.

Curacao stood in the shooting area, holding a Walther PPK in both hands, his eyes sharp and focused.

Every time the trigger was pulled, the bullet hit the bull's eye accurately, and the gunshots echoed in the training ground with a cold and ruthless rhythm.

Her movements were clean and neat, and changing bullets was as smooth as flowing water. She didn't look like someone who had lost her memory at all.

Chen Shuo, who was standing aside, raised his eyebrows, his eyes wandering between Curacao and Vermouth not far away.

He raised his hand and touched his chin, then asked with a half-smile, "Did she recover her memory?"

Vermouth folded her arms, leaning against the wall, looking nonchalant.

She shook her head, her eyes fixed on Curacao. Her tone was relaxed but with a hint of inquiry: "No, this woman didn't remember anything at all. Whether it was shooting or fighting, these were just her instincts."

After emptying a magazine, Curacao looked down at the PPK in his hand, frowned slightly, and a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

The cold and focused look from before had disappeared, replaced by confusion and bewilderment, as if he was questioning why he had made such actions.

Conan stood next to Chen Shuo, his hands in his pockets, looking up slightly at Curacao.

His eyes were calm, with a sharp glint in them. "Then if she regains her memory, how dangerous will it be?"

Vermouth lowered her head in thought for a moment, her tone less playful and more serious: "Very dangerous. Whether it's shooting or fighting, Curacao is a top-notch expert in the organization. Moreover, she is also very smart."

She paused, looked up at Curacao, and sighed softly, "To be honest, if she regains her memory, it will be difficult to deal with. What's worse is that we still don't know what intelligence she saw before she lost her memory."

The atmosphere in the training ground seemed to grow heavier with her words. Curacao still stood there, looking at the gun in his hand in confusion, as if he couldn't understand why he had such ability.

Conan's eyes fell on Curacao and he stared at her for a moment, as if thinking about something.

After a long moment, he gave a meaningful smile, his tone filled with confidence: "But I think you can handle it, right?"

Vermouth raised her eyebrows, turned to look at Conan, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Ah... the little judge really thinks highly of me."

"You are really good at manipulating people's hearts, woman."

Chen Shuo continued, crossing his arms and looking at Vermouth: "If that's the case, then it's decided. I'll leave this matter to you. If you do well, I'll reward you."

Upon hearing this, Vermouth's eyes flashed with a smile, and then she raised her eyebrows exaggeratedly, put on a fake respectful attitude, and bowed slightly: "Wow~~~yes, boss~~~"

Her tone was teasing and playful, but her posture was full of charm.

Her lazy and elegant attitude made it hard to tell whether she was seriously following orders or just joking.

Chen Shuo glanced at her, too lazy to argue with her, and his eyes fell on Curacao again. Curacao seemed to sense something, turned his head and glanced at Vermouth, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and then looked away again.

"Hmm?" Chen Shuo noticed this, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Vermouth thoughtfully, "She seems to have some feelings for you."

Vermouth chuckled and waved her hand casually: "Maybe it's because I'm more gentle~"

Conan rolled his eyes and said, "Gentle? You? If she knew how you usually play with other people's minds, she might just pull out a gun and point it at you."

Vermouth covered her mouth and pretended to be sad: "Little Judge, what you said really hurts my heart."

"Don't worry~~~" Vermouth shrugged, and her eyes fell on Curacao again with a hint of complexity.

"I'll take good care of her... for now." Her tone was soft, but there was a faint smile at the end of her voice, as if she was playing an unknown game of chess.

Conan put his hands in his pockets, looked up at Vermouth, and after a moment of silence, said: "I hope you won't do anything else, otherwise the next headache may be you."

"Oh, little judge, do you care about me so much?" Vermouth smiled even more charmingly.

Conan was too lazy to pay attention to her and turned around and walked out, leaving Chen Shuo and Vermouth to look at each other for a moment.

Vermouth smiled meaningfully, said nothing, and turned to look at Curacao on the training ground.

The smile in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a calm and inquiring look.

The target paper on the training ground was swaying gently in the wind. Curacao looked down at the gun in his hand with a confused expression.

And in Vermouth's eyes, it seemed as if she was brewing some kind of plan, like a hunting fox that had quietly set a trap.