Conan: Ke Xuebai Moonlight Sticker Manual

Originally I just asked to change the topic, but I didn't expect Gin's reaction to be a bit weird. Judging from his expression, he must know the answer. Heyue naturally would not let go of this opportunity, "So what does it smell like?"

Gin didn't answer, but just tilted his head and looked at her steadily during the traffic jam. The villain's face still had the same disgusted and speechless expression, as if he was asking her, "Where is your brain?"

Heyue didn't know why she could read this sentence from the villain's face. She remembered that she hadn't answered his question yet, thought about it, and explained, "It's a person I know, and he has this smell."

The vehicle in front started to move, and Gin looked away and stopped looking at her, "Friend?"

Heyue thought thoughtfully, "Should...not count?"

She and Uncle Wai Shou were just acquaintances, a little familiar, but they didn't actually have much friendship. Although they met often, he took the initiative to find the topic every time, so naturally she wouldn't stay silent out of politeness.

Hearing her answer, Gin frowned and said, "Then stay away from him. No one can save you if you are blown to ashes."

The bomb exploded at that moment. No matter how fast he was, he couldn't catch her in time.

"Exploded into ashes? Could it be..."

He Yue suddenly opened her eyes wide and got the answer, "Is it... a bomb?"

Yes, when she was kidnapped by the people on the island, she had a bomb strapped to her body. That's the smell!

Heyue frowned, and for some reason, she suddenly felt a chill running down her spine.

Why does Uncle Wai Shou, a laundry employee, smell of bombs?

part time?

Or something else?

Gin's cold voice came again: "What stupid thing are you thinking about again?"

Heyue automatically ignored the disgust in his tone, "I was wondering why he smelled like this. He shouldn't be exposed to this in his work."

Gin sneered and said to the point, "What do you believe when he sees it for you?"

Heyue felt something suddenly flash in her mind, and immediately said, "Then what he said..."

"What you saw may not be true. How credible do you think what he said is?"

After saying that, Gin suddenly stepped on the accelerator and accelerated. The smooth body of the car flexibly passed the cars in front and entered the winding mountain road with the sound of the engine.

Heyue was startled by the sudden acceleration, and subconsciously tightened her seat belt without speaking again.

Gin glanced at her, and seemed to be smiling, but also not smiling. The veins on his strong wrist were obvious, and the knuckles of his fingers were protruding. He rested calmly on the steering wheel.

Then, there was a sharp turn and drift, and the tires scraped against the ground, making a tooth-piercing sound. Heyue instinctively leaned back in his seat and swallowed.

The driving skills are good, but a bit fiddly.

The sports car finally stopped at a roadside near the top of the mountain. Heyue had spread out into a rabbit cake on the seat, her face was pale, and she was obviously frightened by the outrageous driving skills just now.

Gin glanced at her, and the cold villain's face softened slightly, and he seemed to be in a good mood, "Little waste."

The words were clearly disgusting, but they sounded obviously helpless, with a hint of smile.

Heyue puffed up her cheeks and whispered, "The villain."

Gin raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect this little stupid rabbit to talk back to him, so he subconsciously glanced at her a few more times.

He never liked being talked back to, but being talked back to by this silly kid seemed... not bad?

He felt a little itchy again.

Gin knocked on the steering wheel, opened the car door, and then pressed the button. The glass roof slowly moved back. The dewy wind in the mountains blew the two people's long hair, intertwining behind them unseen. .

Heyue unbuckled her seat belt, raised her head and took a deep breath. The fresh breath made her sober up.

Gin also unbuckled his seat belt, put one hand casually on the car window, and looked at Yunlan Yamagata in the distance.

For a moment, both of them were quiet, leaving only the sound of the wind in the mountains and the occasional chirping of birds.

The mountain wind messed up their long hair, but no one cared. They were all enjoying this rare tranquility. There were no complicated algorithms and formulas, nor cold blood and assassinations, which allowed them to temporarily relax and take a rest. .

After a while, Heyue turned her head and looked at the person beside her, only to realize that he had also turned his head at some point and was looking at her.

It was difficult for her to use words to describe his gaze at this moment. It was calm and peaceful. It was not as kind as Morio Genji, nor as gentle as Zero, nor as conniving as Seijuro.

There is no disgust, no indifference, and no evil spirit, just like the usual casual and light gaze.

But at this moment, there was no coldness in him, nor did he have that villainous temperament.

A very novel experience.

Heyue suddenly felt that he was actually quite handsome, if he didn't show his villain expression.

I don't know why, but seeing his peaceful eyes, Heyue suddenly felt like crying.

The sour and bitter feeling came from the deepest part of her heart, filling her up little by little and occupying her mood at the moment.

She obviously didn't feel that way when she was scolded by him before, when he was deliberately ridiculed by him, when he was cold-faced and disgusted by him.

But at this moment of calm, she wanted to hide her face.

She moved closer to him uncontrollably and asked him in a low voice, "Have we known each other before?"

Otherwise, why would he save her for no reason?

Gin moved his eyes away from her delicate white face and landed on her slender and fragile neck. He said firmly, "I don't know her."

Heyue pursed her lips, and her non-existent rabbit ears drooped.

Gin was unmoved and repeated, "I don't know him."

His decisive and calm tone showed his attitude.

Heyue said "Oh" and did not continue to ask.

Noticing that her expression was obviously disappointed, Gin opened his mouth, swallowed the words he was about to say before he finally said lightly, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

This is both a warning and a comfort.

Heyue understood what he meant and nodded "Yes".

She was not stupid. The person who showed up at the explosion site that day and could lead her to jump safely from a tall building was definitely not an ordinary person.

The two parties to the conflict that day have been identified by the police, and the man in front of me should not belong to those two parties.

The police have not found any obvious traces of the third party——

It's certainly not simple.

When he appeared there that day, was he watching a show, or was he adding fuel to the flames? Heyue doesn't know these.

However, it's not her business.

Noticing the change in her expression, Gin had no intention of explaining, but skillfully took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

Heyue couldn't help but wrinkled her nose and asked something she had always been curious about, "What does smoking feel like? Isn't it uncomfortable?"

She could smell the strong smell of tobacco on him, and it was obvious that he smoked regularly.

She feels very choking when she smells it. Wouldn't the smoker feel uncomfortable?

This question sounds a little funny.

Gin blew out the smoke ring, rubbed it several times with his fingertips, and finally raised his hand and patted her head, as if patting the head of some small animal.

However, he had no intention of explaining to Shatu, and only said calmly, "Don't try."

Heyue: "...Oh."

She didn't want to try it originally, she was just curious.

"It's not okay to be curious."

"……OK."

After a while, Gin turned his head and found that this idiot had closed his eyes at some point and was breathing slowly.

Gin put out the cigarette, reached over, lifted her up by her armpits and put her on his lap.

He looked at her quietly, his fingertips carelessly brushing against the side of her face.

Then, he rested her head on his chest.