Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

In the bar, the xyz cocktail picked up the glass, took half a sip carefully, and put down the glass without any abnormal feeling.

His code name is a cocktail made of orange wine and lemon juice. The liquor is light yellow and has a very soft taste. Many bartenders in Japan will replace the orange wine with a lighter color and a better smell. Sweet citrus wine with low alcohol content.

"Sir, this is your Highland Cool Cocktail." The bartender respectfully placed a Colin glass in front of the dark-haired man.

……you?

The xyz cocktail takes note of this obvious honorific.

"Thank you."

The black-haired man let go of the cat, the cat jumped from his arm to the bar, and reached out its paws to touch the bartender on the edge of the bar. The tall bartender stood by and did not stop it. Just let it poke and pat there.

This black-haired man is a distinct foreigner, and looks completely different from Asian. He has tall eyebrows, deep eyes, pale complexion, and looks in his early forties. He doesn't have the feeling of a middle-aged uncle. His hair is thick and black, and his body is thin and strong. The xyz cocktail saw a wolf-shaped tattoo on one side of his neck.

He put the paper bag he had given him for the xyz cocktail in his jacket pocket and raised the glass with the other hand. He didn't pick it up and drank it, but swayed the glass gently, watching the ice cubes float in it, his eyes were red as if they could drip blood.

"Don't you have to confirm what's inside?" Xyz Cocktail asked half-doubtedly, half-probingly.

"No need, I believe in your ability, you won't be able to do this little thing badly." The black-haired man's voice was low and gentle, "The money will be credited to your account."

While the two were talking, the cat wanted to jump off the bar, but was quickly picked up by the bartender and held in front of the owner with both hands.

"Your cat seems very excited today," said the bartender.

"Maybe it's because I saw mice in the store."

The seemingly inadvertent words of the black-haired man made the fingers of the xyz cocktail on the glass froze.

He looked sideways at the man beside him and glanced at the man beside him. There was no other reaction, and he wanted to change the subject awkwardly: "It's not good to say that there are mice in someone else's store?"

"This is my shop, I don't care, what do you care about?" The black-haired man took the cat.

"..."

The xyz cocktail felt that his palms were sweating, and even when he was doing some life-threatening tasks to gain the trust of the organization, he rarely felt uneasy. Obviously, the black-haired man beside him didn't have any murderous aura, but when his eyes swept over, he felt like he had nowhere to hide and everything was seen through.

He swallowed and said nothing more. If he says too much, he should just shut up.

The bar fell into silence, and none of the three people in the room spoke, only the lively cat was lying on the owner's body, meowing from time to time.

Hearing the cat meow, xyz cocktail couldn't help but look there again.

Speaking of which, raising a cat is completely different from raising a dog. When you go to the park, you can often see someone walking a dog, but rarely see someone walking a cat. This is the first time he has seen someone take a pet cat in his arms and bring it to a bar. Or when organizing tasks...is it really okay to have such a loose attitude?

The xyz cocktail can't imagine what he would do if he brought the cat on a mission and was seen by Gin. The man in front of him was too bold, right?

After drinking a glass of wine, nothing happened, and the tense body of the xyz cocktail finally relaxed a little, and he got up and said goodbye.

"I have taken a step in advance. If there is another task next time, please continue to contact me."

The black-haired man lowered his head and stroked the cat, but didn't give him any response; the blond bartender glanced at him when he heard this, and the look in his eyes made the xyz cocktail's heart skip a beat, and the cold sweat soaked his body in the next instant. clothing.

Having lived in gray and black areas for many years, he is very familiar with this look at the dead.

The xyz cocktail didn't have time to think, turned around and ran out the door. The door was slammed by him and closed again, and it was pouring rain outside.

"You scared him just now." The black-haired man - Spiatus said slowly.

"Sorry, I'll pay attention next time," the blond bartender Ireland replied respectfully.

Spiatus put Moni on the bar, raised his hand and patted his ear lightly, without mentioning the xyz cocktail: "The cat is such a fragile creature... If it dies casually, the person who keeps it will be very sad."

Ireland knows how the Scottish Fold came to be. The cat was not bought from a pet store, but a stray cat that the boss picked up on the road a year ago.

Scottish Fold cats are born with genetic defects and are prone to illness. Some owners will take care of them until they die safely, while others find it too troublesome to throw them away.

"Have you ever had a cat in the past?" Ireland asked tentatively.

Spiatus was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly: "I was raised, I was just born at that time, maybe about ten years old? Because I fed the wrong thing, it died."

... ten years old, just born?

When Ireland heard these two words, which were normal to hear separately, but strangely connected together, her mouth moved, but she didn't ask any further questions.

boom--!

Suddenly, there was a sound of explosion that the two of them expected.

"It looks like it's been resolved?" Ireland said to himself, picking up an umbrella from the side, "Sir, I'll go outside to check the situation, and do the finishing touches by the way, then..."

"Take that guy from Angstra to the training ground and I'll be there," Spiatus said.

"learn."

Ireland took the boss's order and left the bar with an umbrella.

Spiatus was the only one left in the bar~www.NovelMTL.com~Money approached him, put his paws on his arms, and looked at his master with gentle blue eyes. He smiled, lowered his head and kissed its head lightly, holding it back in his arms.

"If I had a cat with a tougher life, I wouldn't die so easily, right? The others are..." He stroked the cat and whispered.

Cats have suffered severe psychological trauma and occasionally give up their lives, so they are suitable for captivity in the safest and most restrictive places;

Dogs don't have any plans, they put a collar on themselves, and want to use their body as bait to hunt the enemy, then they will lead the dog on the leash and lure them with various things, so that they will fall into the traps they have built, and they will not be able to eat the consequences themselves. escape;

The wolf is wild and hard to tame and most likely to devour its master, and it cannot be kept at home, so take it out to exert its abilities in the most dangerous tasks.

...

Outside the bar, witnessing the explosion of the xyz cocktail car, I suddenly felt a chill on my back.

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