It's not the wine that makes people drunk, but people make themselves drunk. For a homeless person, drunkenness is the cheapest and most beautiful happiness!
Under the blessing of drunkenness, they can forget the heavy oppression and cruelty of reality, and then talk about many things that have lost their meaning to them. Of course, they basically talk about the damn Japanese officials and politicians every other sentence. Occasionally, they will talk about some things in the past, and then a homeless person will take out some photos from his arms, and then looking at these photos, they can't help crying!
Not every homeless person is willing to live at the bottom of society. They also want to climb up and become a normal person again, and regain their former family and friends. But unfortunately, sometimes it is not that they don’t want to, but that they can’t do it.
Conan was among them, holding two skewers of oden, but he didn't eat them. He just watched silently. He was looking for members who were suspected to be members of the Legion of Six-Six-Six Beasts, but this was rather difficult.
These homeless people were dressed in rags, and there was no sign of "beast" in them. But if we were to talk about their suspiciousness...
Let me put it this way, all the homeless people here have some sad, lamentable, hateful and pitiful past experiences. Each of them has at least three or more motives for committing crimes. At any time, they may turn into outlaws, rush into the Ministry of Finance, take off the Prime Minister's head with one hand, and destroy the entire Japanese cabinet into ashes.
But in Conan's opinion, these homeless people are a little "cleaner" than the citizens of Beika Town who seem to be about to turn evil at any time.
The heavy and cruel social reality has long worn away their energy and spirit. Just trying to survive has consumed most of their energy, and they can no longer muster the passion to commit crimes. Of course, mental strength is one thing, and physical strength is another. Long-term wandering has made them weak and sickly, and as they age, even their stand-ins are weaker than normal people, and their postures are more vague and unreal. They really cannot cope with such a high-intensity job as crime.
Reason tells Conan that the Legion of the Six-Six-Six Beasts is most likely among these homeless people, but the details he observes tell Conan that these homeless people are the least likely suspects.
So, Conan could only remain silent and think hard.
The simple but warm park night party was still going on. All the homeless people were enjoying the moment when they were still "normal people". Some laughed, some cried, and at some point, someone slowly started to sing.
The uncomposed tune seemed to be self-composed, without many lyrics. Just humming it was full of desolate feeling.
After a long time, the old man sitting next to Conan hummed softly:
"We are despised by God, we are unclean spirits, we are possessed by beasts, we eat up all the filth and die, but we are a group, and we are one, we are all a great group of beasts..."
The homeless old man was like the lead singer. The lyrics he hummed were gradually sung in unison by all the homeless people in the place, as if they were already accustomed to singing it.
In the light of the lanterns, the shadows behind these homeless people sitting together seemed to merge into one.
Conan, who is quite knowledgeable, immediately realized that the lyrics sung by the homeless old man came from the content of the fifth chapter of the Gospel of Mark!
But this is not the point. The point is that this verse has already explained the problem.
Conan didn't expect that the homeless old man next to him was a member of the Legion of Six Six Six Beasts.
This was something that Conan was quite surprised about. How should I put it? This was a kind of psychological neglect. In the previous case, the members of the Six-Six-Six Beasts Legion were rampant and evil, but this homeless old man, although not kind-hearted, his words and deeds revealed a kind taste.
After singing, the homeless old man lowered his head, looked at Conan, and said with a smile:
"In the past, there was a neighbor near my home who believed in God. They often read the Bible aloud, which was very annoying. I was very annoyed at that time, but after I got older, my memory became worse. I suddenly found that I couldn’t remember many good things clearly. Then, strangely, I could still remember these annoying things clearly, including this passage in Mark Chapter 5..."
Then he reached out and touched Conan's head!
"Conan, you are a very kind young man. No matter who you are or what you have experienced, it doesn't matter. If you have any trouble, come to me. My old friends and I will help you..."
The homeless old man then took Conan's hand and covered the back of his hand with his broad, old hand.
Conan keenly noticed that the little finger of the homeless old man's palm was cut off.
Afterwards, Conan felt a heat on the back of his hand. When the homeless old man loosened his hand, Conan looked closely and found a slightly abstract but extremely hideous, multi-horned, single-eyed snake head pattern on the back of his hand.
The homeless old man turned around and said to all the homeless people in the field:
"Guys, rejoice! A young puppy has joined us, even though it is still young, but it will definitely have a bright future!"
"Hahaha, kid, you're amazing to be noticed by that old guy!"
"That's right, this old dog may have lost all his teeth, but he has the most discerning eyes. You must be the best stray dog..."
The old man seemed to have a high reputation among the homeless people. After he said this, the homeless people raised their beers and gestured to Conan with enthusiastic smiles.
Conan was stunned and didn't know what to say. In the end, he just looked at the old man with surprise!
The old man didn't hide anything and explained with a smile:
"The world is not going well now. No one will help us old guys. If we want to survive, we must stick together to keep warm. So, I set up a stray dog group in Beika Town Park. The purpose is simple: you help me, I help you, and we help each other. It just so happens that I have a stand ability called [Blood Oath] that can be put to some use. The mark on the back of your hand is my blood oath to you, which means that I will definitely help you once, even if you have to do something dangerous..."
Conan looked down at the mark on the back of his hand, and vaguely, some information emerged in his mind.
Conan can input something he "strongly wants to do" into the blood oath mark to form a binding oath, and then this oath will be returned to the old man to be fulfilled by him. But as a price, the mark in Conan's hand will not disappear. Only when another blood oath falls into the mark and Conan fulfills it, will the mark disappear completely.
In other words, the true nature of the blood oath is that both parties express their wishes and then let the other party realize them. The one in Conan's hand is special, because after the branding is successful, it becomes hot and an external blood oath has emerged.
[Give me 300,000 yen]
This amount was exactly the money that Conan gave to the old man. The blood oath flashed by and then quickly disappeared.
Of the two parties in the blood oath, one has already fulfilled his promise, and the only thing left is for Conan to make a unilateral wish on the blood oath.
At this moment, countless thoughts and ideas emerged in Conan's mind, and the last words that came to his lips were:
“Isn’t the name of the Beika Park Stray Dog Support Group a bit wrong…”
The homeless old man thought Conan didn't like the name, so he smiled and said, "Isn't this name very appropriate? However, the old guys all dislike this name, so you can also use the name of the Legion of Six Six Six Beasts. Doesn't this name sound intimidating? I got the inspiration from the fifth chapter of Mark's Gospel. However, even if the name is intimidating, it can't change the fact that we are just a group of stray dogs. By the way, in addition to our purpose of helping each other, we also have a slogan..."
"When I was in my twenties and thirties, I wanted to be a man. When I was in my forties and fifties, I hated myself for not being a man. When I was in my sixties and seventies, I just wanted to die like a man..."
Patting Conan's shoulder, the homeless old man's laughter became more heroic, as if there was still some ruggedness that had not been worn away by reality.
There is no need to make further inferences, the truth has already emerged in Conan's mind. The increasingly notorious Legion of Six-Six-Six Beasts is actually just a mutual aid group formed by a group of homeless people in Beika Town Park who huddled together for warmth, and the leader is probably this old man.
His blood-sworn stand ability is the core of this mutual aid group!
After a moment of silence, Conan looked at the homeless old man's old and cloudy, but kind and gentle eyes, and decided to openly express his sincerity:
"Old man, I recently heard about the name of the Six Six Six Beasts Corps. It is said that they have committed many crimes by exchanging crimes. Are you really here to help each other?"
The old man stopped laughing for a moment, but his expression remained unchanged. He just said gently and kindly as always:
"Conan, you are quite well-informed about the dark side of society. You are quite used to crimes and cases, and you know some strange channels. If it weren't for the fact that you have such a strong sense of justice and kindness, I would have thought that you were a boy scout who came from some bad organization and whose values have been corrupted by the influence of his surroundings..."
Conan's expression froze, because the old man's vision was actually quite accurate, but the old man didn't care much, just said:
"Conan, it's actually harder for old guys like us to survive than you think. We have no money, no skills, and poor health. There are many things we can't do. For example, the old guy over there fell ill some time ago and needed medical expenses, but we can't raise the money. So I made a blood oath to a guy who looked troubled but had some money in exchange for a sum of money. Then, that troubled guy asked me to do a very difficult favor, but I couldn't do it with my old arms and legs. What should I do? I can only make a new blood oath in exchange for another person's help. Then, over time, we seem to have gained a lot of meaningless reputation outside..."
With the stand ability of Blood Oath as the core, and the purpose of "I help you, you help me, and everyone helps each other", the Legion of Six Six Six Beasts was established in this way!
Conan didn't know what to say, because these superpowers and these ideas were just the efforts made by a group of homeless people to survive. They should have had a better ending, but in the end they evolved into a huge mutual aid criminal network.
Finally, Conan just whispered: "If you continue like this, aren't you afraid of being punished by the law..."
"Law? Hahaha, law!" The old man was stunned at first, then he laughed, with a hint of contempt in his laughter, and finally said:
"Conan, going to jail is a good ending for us, but didn't you see the news a while ago? The jails are already overcrowded with elderly people. Now, it's much harder for old homeless people like us to go to jail than for young guys like you. Those big shots are afraid that trash like us will stay in jail for too long and waste precious taxpayers' money, so they would rather use other methods to deal with us. If I want the law to punish me properly, I have to work harder to do something big so that the big shots will treat me as a human being..."
Perhaps out of consideration for Conan's age, the old man did not explain some of his words in detail, but the meaning behind his words was unspeakably cruel.
The Japanese government is not very concerned about rescuing the homeless, and tries to ignore this group as much as possible at the official and statistical levels, but it is very attentive in various policies to drive away the homeless.
So the question is, instead of providing assistance, they just drive people away. What is the intention of the Japanese authorities?
The answer is simple. What the Japanese officials really want to see is these homeless people dying in unknown corners. For example, the cardboard houses built by homeless people can only be surrounded on all sides and cannot be covered. Otherwise, they will be illegal buildings and the homeless people will be arrested, held accountable according to the law, and sent to jail.
But in reality, when the police really arrive, they just demolish the house and confiscate all the homeless people's belongings, and then throw them into the garbage recycling center. As for the homeless people, they will not be arrested and will just go wherever they want.
Want to go to jail?
Think beautiful!
As for those elderly and weak homeless people, all their belongings were confiscated and they were left standing in the cold wind in the middle of the night. What was their fate?
Who knows!
Conan is not an ordinary child. He also vaguely sensed the unfulfilled meaning of the old man's words. Then, this absurd reality that left him speechless completely silenced Conan!
After a long while, Conan raised his head and stared at the old man deeply:
"Then what about the Lord, the Lord worshipped by the Legion of Six Six Six Beasts..."
The homeless old man's words were always beautiful, reasonable and understandable, but Conan did not forget that the last member of the Six-Six-Six Beast Legion who committed a crime outside was holding a Moriarty fragment and looked like a fanatical religious believer.
The homeless old man smiled and said, "You are really well-informed. That master..."
Before the homeless old man could explain further, a commotion came from not far away:
"Bageyalu, you social scum who have brought shame to the entire nation of Japan, get out of here! Today we are here to clean up the garbage..."
A group of hooligans who looked like bad guys came over with baseball bats in their hands, shouting in a tongue-twisting tone as they walked.
The originally kind and gentle homeless old man at this moment stretched his face and snorted coldly:
"These bastards are here again, Conan, you go first..."
Conan was not hypocritical. He stood up and said, "Try not to cause conflict and protect yourselves. I'll call the police..."
"Don't call the police. The big shots don't like to see garbage all over the streets. They want to tidy up the city. So, some unrefined guys volunteered to be dogs. Even though they were dogs, they still had to pretend to be dogs and found some worthless guys to be their gloves. It's okay, Conan. We stray dogs may be old, but we still have a few teeth..."
The homeless old man stood up and walked towards the gangsters. As he walked towards them, he took off his shirt, revealing his upper body full of wrinkles and scars. The tattoos on his back and chest were very conspicuous. They were actually a furious King Kong. Before he walked towards them, he shouted:
"Which group raised your dogs? According to the rules of the underworld, tell me your names..."
His voice was resounding, and coupled with his fierce look, he looked like an old man with great ambitions.
Although Conan was not very familiar with tattoo culture, seeing this scene and the fact that he had previously observed that the homeless old man had an incomplete little finger on his palm, he knew that this homeless old man probably had some glorious past on the road.
The homeless old man's posture did intimidate these gangsters, but it was only for a moment, and the gangster in the lead soon showed an unscrupulous look:
"I was really scared by you yesterday. I went back and asked you, and you said you were just a stray dog. What do the rules of the underworld have to do with you? If you know what's good for you, get out of Beihua Town with these rubbish around you..."
The homeless old man glared angrily: "Although I am a stray dog, rules are rules. Boy, when you go out to do things, behave yourself and don't embarrass your family..."
The other homeless people also came over at this moment, took out some sticks, and then summoned their stand-ins, making all kinds of ferocious faces behind them to support the old man, but the effect was really mediocre. In terms of the stand-ins' physique, clarity, and ferocity, the thugs on the opposite side were undoubtedly superior in all aspects.
This kind of gang confrontation scene was somewhat beyond Conan's past experience, mainly because when the police were called, the first to suffer were the old men and other homeless people, causing Conan to not know what to do for a while. It was impossible for him to walk up to them, show his identity as a member of the winery, and rely on his reputation as the number one on the crime list of Beika Town to mediate and settle the matter between the two parties!
It's hard to say whether it will succeed or not, but if Gin knew about it, his attitude would probably be rather bad, because it would be too lousy to use the winery's reputation to deal with these small fry.
But soon, the situation turned into a familiar territory for Conan!
The homeless group and the gangster group were still quarreling with each other, but the quarrel had not yet developed into pushing and fighting. However, the fog of crime had already spread ingeniously in all directions.
The criminal aura was so fierce that the sunlight in the sky seemed to be slightly obscured. The criminal fog was howling and surging, and even evolved into a skeleton god of death made of criminal fog. He was wearing a black robe and holding a sickle. He cruelly looked down at the two groups of people below, ready to swing the sickle to reap everything!
Conan couldn't help but gasp!
With the detective's ability to see through things, he already knew in advance that a brutal case with many victims would occur here, and that this case would even have the power to shake the heavens, it must be so terrifying.
However, he didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Conan vaguely felt that the skeleton god of death glanced at him and then nodded at him, as if saying hello.
But these are all insignificant details. Conan started thinking and his first reaction was that it was weird.
Although the Rokurokurokumon Corps has been very active recently by committing mutual aid crimes, and has even made it into the top 20 criminal organizations in Beika Town, its essence is, after all, just a mutual aid organization of a group of old, weak and homeless people, and then it confronted a group of hooligans who were looking for trouble. Even if they really fought and there were casualties, it could not be called a shocking case.
There must be something fishy behind this, or rather, there is an even greater darkness and mystery that is approaching step by step, and is about to commit a shocking murder!
Conan's detective soul was unconsciously stimulated, and he began to enter a stress response. His brain quickly started working, trying to find clues and occupy the case before it happened. However, Conan quickly realized that he was no longer a traditional detective, but a future star of the International Evil Forces Winery!
Then, Conan slowly reached into his arms!
There is a mobile phone there.
Gin's phone number is saved in the phone, so I can dial it with just one click whenever I need it.
His brother, Inspector Megure, can simulate the summoning of Kudo Shinichi's stand and use it as a super-ultimate move for the stand. Now, although Conan does not have a stand, he also has a special move of the same level.
With just one phone call, the world's most powerful Killing Saint may arrive at any time.
At this moment, Conan felt sincere sadness from the bottom of his heart when he remembered that he was not a weak detective, but had the support of international evil forces and could summon Gin, the super killer, with just one click, and felt at ease.
Finally, I couldn't help but mutter in my heart:
"Conan, Conan, you are a righteous undercover agent. Sooner or later you will sell out and betray the organization. You must never become dependent on the organization!"
145. Conan's official theatrical version - (The Beika Town Beast Riot Case)
As the crime fog unfolded, only Conan noticed the signs: the quarrel between the homeless old man and the gang leader became more and more intense, and then there was some pushing and physical friction, but overall, both sides were still "restrained"!
Although they were talking a lot and their eyes were red, the stand-ins for both sides were floating calmly in the background, without any impulse at all!
Conan heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this, and through some fragments of the argument between the two sides, Conan vaguely understood the cause and effect of the incident.
The origin of the matter was that before the advent of the substitute era, some politicians proposed the initiative of transforming the cityscape in order to better show the world Japan's advancement and development. There was nothing wrong with this, and it was essentially a good initiative. The Japanese government quickly approved it and began to implement it.
However, due to the usual nature of the authorities, their policies did not take the homeless group into consideration. But the biggest problem encountered during the policy implementation process was these homeless people who were dirty, messy and had brought shame to the entire Japanese nation.
No matter how good and clean the streets are, if there are homeless people lying on them, it cannot reflect the country's advancement or development.
What? You said that by American standards, the more homeless people there are, the more advanced it is?
Although Japan is thick-skinned, it is still far inferior to America in this regard.
But how to deal with these homeless people is a thorny problem. It is absolutely impossible to provide real assistance and support to the homeless people. It is a waste of precious national tax money. Therefore, they can only be expelled and left to fend for themselves. But even if they are expelled, it cannot be done openly.
Otherwise, the citizens who have more or less accepted some Western values, although in reality they will definitely not be very nice to the homeless people around them, will still show some sympathy and support in terms of public opinion, and these things will eventually turn into attacks on the opposition party and political turmoil.
At this time, what should be done? The experienced politician followed the tradition of the drow elves. As long as the conspiracy is carried out in secret and no one knows about it in public, it means nothing will happen. Then he gave a slight glance, and at this time, some people understood what he meant.
