Thoughts After Reading Gin Fanfiction (Please Don’t Recommend Books) 琴酒同人观后感(请勿推书)
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Detective Conan: Did Gin Kill Fujie Today? 名柯:琴酒今天杀死富江了吗
Completed. [Pitch-black + bad seed + Tomie-like constitution + dual male leads, paired with Gin + Bourbon on the Black side + Hell Girl crossover] Aoki Ren died. But he came back to life. More precisely, countless “He”s came back to life. He feeds on human malice, and the purer the evil thoughts, the more intoxicated he becomes. On the very first day of his existence, Aoki Ren witnessed a crime scene. The silver-haired man’s overwhelming malice nearly made his legs buckle. What delicious “ingre
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A Bottle of Darkness 黑暗一瓶酒
When he was five, Kudo Shinichi’s younger brother, Kudo Ming, was abducted by Gin and trained in the depths of darkness to become a ruthless blade. Given the codename “Cointreau,” he grew up within the Organization, with no longing for the world of light. His elder brother’s brilliance was never meant for him. He had long since come to regard the Organization’s darkness as home. His relationship with Gin was complicated and hard to define. They went from mentor and student to partners, and ultim
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Gin’s Black Empire 琴酒的黑色帝国
[Gin reborn / Black Organization-focused / hard-core power politics] Gin returns from hell with foreknowledge of his rebirth and a living “treasure” in hand. He swears to burn the rotten organization to the ground, crown himself ruler of the darkness atop the corpses of Rum and the Boss, and seize the key to immortality that transcends time... This time, there is no savior, only deeper despair and a mad ambition to overturn the world.
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The Organization Fell After Gin and I Raised a Child Together 和琴酒养娃后组织覆灭了
My name is Jianggu Ling. I’m a police officer, codename Bourbon. I’m facing the biggest crisis of my career: the Boss dumped a baby on me and assigned my partner, Gin, to help raise it. From then on, our safehouse became a battleground of baby formula, and a baby’s wails became the soundtrack to our sniper missions. We kept accusing each other of looking too scary, until the Boss decided to retrieve his “experimental subject.” Gin silently polished his Beretta. “Looks like it’s time to show the
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