Detective Conan empathy

Although those people were temporarily thrown away, this alley where someone might turn back at any time is not a place to stay for a long time.Both of them knew this very well, so after Gin had a short rest, the young detective asked him if he had a temporary safe place to hide.

"Go out of the alley and pass the front street. I have a house there." Qin Jiu recalled for a moment, "I almost never lived in it after I bought it, so I almost didn't remember it."

Kudo Shinichi helped him stand up, a little speechless: "Listen to your tone, do you have many houses?"

"Actually, it's not too much. I bought it with my miscellaneous status..." Qin Jiu estimated in his heart, "It's only about ten sets in the United States..."

I don't even bring those bought in the name of the organization.

"..." Kudo Shinichi choked at the level of this person, so the organization is so rich?

"So do you want to join?" The man half leaning on the boy teased him, "You can buy a sea view house in Tokyo Bay in half a year~"

"Don't even think about it! My dad is also very rich, okay?" Kudo Shinichi resolutely refused with a cold snort, and pulled out his dad to appease his eager heart: "There are many houses under my dad's name, It's just a sea view room, don't try to buy me!"

That's how inhuman!

"Of course I know that." He was not surprised at the fact that Kudo Yusaku is actually a hidden rich man. If he doesn't arrange an outstanding identity for the protagonist of this world, how can he be worthy of the protagonist's halo above this kid?

So his father can eat both black and white, and his net worth is extraordinarily strong. This is just a small proof of the halo of Kudo Shinichi's protagonist.

Mr. Killer curled his lips, he wasn't jealous at all, after all, he had a silly father-like gentleman who was not very good at thinking but was extraordinarily generous!

"Small! Dad's wealth is here, you can spend whatever you want!" ——by was shocked by the king's beauty at the premiere of "The Hobbit" to the point of jealousy The Boss who took out a lot of cards.

What the hell is it?

"Put the card back in." The young Gin sitting next to him rolled his eyes: "By the way, can you just watch the movie with your eyes without making a sound?"

This is the premiere he has been grabbing since a week ago and finally grabbed it!If I knew this guy was so noisy, I would bring vodka to see it.

The top leader of the organization was only quiet for less than half a minute before showing his true colors again, staring at the picturesque Elf King on the big screen and snorting sourly: "Can't he be nicer to Xiao Yezi? Bai Chang is so good-looking You have to know, no matter how good-looking you are, it’s actually hindering the development of Xiao Ye Zi and that elf girl, □□, parents!”

Look at him, he is a qualified good father!

... Thranduil still dotes on Legolas, okay?It just didn't show up.

The man with platinum blond hair sighed, grabbed a handful of popcorn from the paper bucket on his lap, put the whole paper bucket into the arms of Good Dad, and stuffed the red bean milk tea into the man's hand: " Here you go, take a good look, or go back and delete all your files."

He doesn't believe that food and threats can't stop this guy's mouth!

The top leader of the organization was as quiet as a chicken for a moment, with popcorn in one hand and milk tea in the other, he obediently closed his mouth.

"..." Noticing that his thoughts had gone to Japan across the Pacific Ocean, Gin Jiu came back to his senses, and then fell into thinking again.

Lawrence had the image of treason before, but with that guy's cautious and timid character, he wouldn't have taken the risk to attack him unless he was instigated by someone.And how the hell did the guy get this muscle relaxant that worked for him?This thing is strictly guarded even within the organization...

Eight/nine is not far from ten, there should be someone behind that guy.

Lawrence, who had already stood in that position, couldn't be resisted by ordinary temptations, and he was able to get that kind of muscle relaxant under layers of supervision...

Passed through the internal high-level one by one in the mind, and the second generation of the organization thought about it.

Let's remind that silly dad later.

"I thought I'd see an empty and lifeless room, but I didn't expect this place to be so warm..." Kudo Shinichi, who helped the man open the door and touched the light switch at the entrance, looked at the furniture and appliances The house is well-equipped and tidy, and I can't help but joke with a classic oriental story: "Could it be that there is still a snail girl hiding here?"

"I remember I didn't care about it after I bought it..." Looking at the floor that was so shiny that people could be seen under his feet, Mr. Killer blinked blankly: "What the hell..."

The refrigerator in the corner of the living room is running, making a slight buzzing sound, and through the half-open kitchen door, you can still see the kitchen utensils on the cooking table. The way the door came in.

...However, the owner of the house is in a daze at the moment.

"Maybe the vodka cleaned it up?" Gin, who couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought, could only find an explanation that was barely plausible but full of bugs when he went deeper.

"Anyway, this is your house, right?" Kudo Shinichi asked, seeing the man nodding, he helped him to sit on the sofa: "Just think it was done by Mr. Vodka, your wound is now It needs to be dealt with urgently, isn't it?"

As soon as the young detective let go of his hand, the long-legged man, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, collapsed on the sofa like a salted fish whose bones had been pulled out. During the action, the wound on his back was inevitably pulled, causing Gin to hold back There was a "hiss".

...What about your aggressiveness against a group of people in the alley before?

Kudo Shinichi couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "There should be something in the medicine box, right?"

"I have in my pocket... there are tools in the inside right pocket of the jacket." Mr. Assassin, who looked like a salted fish, was half lying on the sofa, and pointed his finger in the direction of his waist and abdomen.

The young detective looked at the man's reluctance, and frowned: "Okay, I understand, don't move anymore..."

What are you still holding on to? You were supported all the way here by me. Can I not know what your body is like?

Taking out a lighter from the man, a cigarette, a box of magazines, a few hands/guns, two daggers, a compressed biscuit, a few packets of micro-signal transmitters, a few rolls of gauze, etc., etc., Kudo Shinichi looked at the pile of more and more things on the coffee table , couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth: "You have brought so many things, but you should wear a body armor!"

"...This is summer, thank you." Mr. Killer rolled his eyes.

Wearing a windbreaker to cover prickly heat is uncomfortable enough, and he doesn't want to put on that thing again to make a living.

"..." What you said was so reasonable that I was unable to refute it.

Finding what he needed from the pile of things, the young detective who was about to turn into a doctor calmed down, stretched out his hand to the man lying on the sofa, and then... swiftly tore the man down because of the "body search" just now. "And the rumpled trench coat.

To take out the bullet to bandage the wound, it is inevitable to take off the man's clothes, and because of the current physical condition of the man, he has to do it for him...

Unbuttoning the shirt buttons under his hands one by one, the man's well-exercised body was gradually exposed to the young man's vision. His chest muscles were strong but not too plump, and his abdominal muscles were as sharp as a washboard, all the way down. The mermaid line extending into the pants...

The tips of Kudo Shinichi's ears covered by his hair became more and more red.

Gin lay there, staring at the legs of the coffee table next to him, as if he wanted to stare at a flower there.

I always feel that the atmosphere is getting more and more strange...

It should be... an illusion, right?

Because of his current situation, he had to ask the protagonist, the kid, to bandage the wound for him. Now he just took off the clothes that got in the way. It's a normal and reasonable thing, right?

Hmm, that's right, it's an illusion, it must be an illusion!

Carefully using tweezers to extract the embedded bullet from the wound on the man's back, Kudo Shinichi heaved a sigh of relief, stretched his arms and put it into the small dish he took out from the kitchen on the coffee table: "Successful! "

But why does that bullet look so strange?

The young detective, who was attracted by the strangely shaped bullet, didn't have time to frown. Seeing that the wounded man was about to lie down on the sofa, he hurriedly stopped him: "Don't move! The wound hasn't been bandaged yet!"

"..."

The man who wanted to lie down again had no choice but to stretch out his arms to support his body again, but this time his movements were a lot sluggish, and he even struggled.

…When he recovers, pour that Lawrence into the Pacific Ocean with cement!

Although the action of taking out the bullet was a bit rusty, at least the young detective was quite proficient in cleaning the wound and applying the medicine.

It's just that Kudo Shinichi's cheeks were inexplicably hot again when he had to hold a man from behind when he was wrapping the bandage.

Especially during the bandaging process, the chin inevitably rubbed against the skin of the man's back several times. This made the underage detective who had never held a girl's hand feel inexplicably embarrassed, and hurriedly sped up his movements.

The wounded man sitting with his back facing him quietly cooperated with his movements, and he didn't even respond to the habitual ridicule. Kudo Shinichi was a little strange, but after thinking about this guy's current state, it became clear.

...It's okay, he really wants to sleep...

In order to avoid being pressed on the wound, he was supported by the young detective to lie down on the sofa like a waiter. The drowsiness that had been suppressed before finally hit him. Mr. Killer couldn't help but yawned, but only halfway through the yawn Because Kudo Shinichi froze in his next actions.

"What are you doing?!" The platinum-blonde long-haired man glared at the boy who put his hand on his belt, pushed it away with a surge of drowsiness, and raised his heavy hand with all his might.

"...Don't you still have injuries on your legs?" The young detective, who had made up his mind after a long period of psychological training, was taken aback, and his tone was a bit rushed: "Is the reaction so strong? Lie down!" , while untiing the man's belt, he muttered, "What a fuss..."

"..." The corner of Gin Jiu's mouth twitched slightly for a moment, feeling that his mood at the moment was hard to describe.

The little villain in his world was able to work for the protagonist to bandage him himself. Apart from being flattered, he was also a little embarrassed.

Being taken off by a kid, taking off his pants or something...

And still in a situation where he can't move but is conscious...

Mr. Killer's eyes wandered around on the ceiling, so he missed Kudo Shinichi's red bleeding ears at the moment, and naturally he didn't realize the fact that the young detective was actually just a stern guy.

After untiing the belt, Shin Kudo regained his composure and stretched out his hand again.

The subtle sound of zipper rubbing was particularly obvious in the quiet room, and Gin's eyes became even more erratic.

In addition to the embarrassment that was almost congealed, there was a lingering feeling of inexplicable discomfort in the room.

...and growing.

When the young detective made up his mind to put his fingertips on the waist of the man's trousers, and after taking a deep breath, he grabbed the fabric slightly and was about to pull it down. Mr. Killer frowned wildly and hurriedly made a sound, breaking the silence in the room——

"STOP STOP!!!"

The final decision was interrupted again, Kudo Shinichi frowned: "Do you want to deal with the wound?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" The expression on the face of the top killer who dominated the dark world became tangled, and finally opened his mouth after a moment of pause: "I know that the bandage can only be done when the pants are taken off, but... …

"At least leave me a pair of underwear..."