On the Feasibility of the Marriage Between the Port and the Fishery Company

"If Chuya and you weren't around, I'd probably be so indifferent that I wouldn't even blink my eyes."

"Crying is meaningful only when there is someone who loves you by your side."

Kurom's expression looked very calm, even the cheeks that were smudged and flushed due to alcohol slowly returned to their original fairness, leaving only a little tender powder like early cherry blossoms, because her skin has a good foundation, she No other powder cosmetics were applied on the face, only lip gloss with a milk tea color and natural hanging on the lips.

Coupled with her own face with a little bit of baby fat, she looks like a quiet and pleasant little girl next door. She doesn't have a very stunning beauty, but she has an aura that makes me feel pitiful.

Because of the two unexpected incidents in a series, even the industry bosses who don't care much about such incidents are not in the mood to socialize, but the police sealed off the scene, and it seems that they will not be too peaceful until the murderer is found.

After all, Coulom was affected a little bit. Although he made a few gags and hid secretly in Zhongye's arms for a while, and restored his original decent smile, there was still some fragility concealed by impatience between his brows.She unconsciously bit her lower lip, leaving a light mark on her lips, her brows and eyes were slightly wrinkled imperceptibly.

Nakahara also cast his eyes on the elementary school student with glasses who was busy looking for clues, and when the other party was startled by the fierce eyes and jumped up like a frightened bird to look at the "dangerous person", he pretended not to care about the female who was roughly the same and disguised exert pressure.

The blond girl raised her head keenly, the hands that were about to destroy the evidence trembled a little, and accidentally exposed a little flaw under the detective's "sharp" eyes.

"The murderer is—"

Naturally, the little detective didn't let go of this overly obvious action. With a flash of inspiration, he began to reverse the crime process along the murderer.

Although I don't know why the other party suddenly kindly gave me a reminder, but at this time, I just accept it obediently.

Edogawa Conan, who has adjusted his mentality, stared half-moon eyes in a Buddhist manner, and continued to spend his energy on the path of "the detective should go".

Anyway, he is incapable of dealing with that kind of thing. As long as the other party has not committed a crime...he should not pursue what happened.

However, even knowing the murderer, even knowing the murder weapon——

"Little brother, what are you talking about?"

The woman who has been targeted by the detective bent down, and the solo traveler with strong psychological quality quickly recovered her flawless smile. The tight dress wrapped the beautiful and exquisite figure of the woman, which was completely hidden at first sight. Unable to change the styles of things, she stretched out her delicately dyed nails slowly and blew on her fingers.

"According to what you said, do you want to come to my sister to find out where your so-called blood-stained murder weapon is?"

While speaking, he opened his hands again, and swayed gracefully in front of the crowd with his skirt, and even gave a "wink" to the crowd in a leisurely manner.

If it is poisonous killing, there is still a possibility of poison hidden in the woman's pointy nails, but unfortunately, with that crisp technique and seemingly confident attitude, Edogawa Conan scratched the back of her head, but still couldn't think of her hiding place. location.

"Ah, that girl is a warlock..." Colum, who had been in a daze, looked back at the smiling and confident woman a little more carefully, and said, "This method is too difficult for Conan."

"It's difficult?"

"No, the method she uses to hide is very simple. It's just the simplest illusion. This level requires the use of fog flames. Either she is too cautious or not skilled enough. She looks more like a cautious type."

Collom was telling the truth. Although she was not in a high mood because of her lack of concentration, she needed to correspond with the opponent to find out that the weak point of the opponent's illusion was at the upper level among the entire group of fog-attributed warlocks.

Although it is not as extremely scarce as the "leader" with the big sky attribute, in the range of the already rare flame users who are trying to use it, it is also rare to have the existence of fog attribute fluctuations. The configuration is one of the best talents in a large family.The essence of illusion is to deceive the five senses. Coupled with Wuyan's own construction ability, it is not a problem to deceive everyone present except her and Zhongye to escape safely. No wonder she didn't even run in a hurry at first. too lazy to run.

Collom nodded, not commenting on this kind of behavior, which is roughly "obviously strong but too cautious and likes to fight wits with the air".

"Although it is necessary for her work, there is no need to disregard the industry rules and directly expose her to make her unable to step down." Collom leaned his head on Zhongya's shoulder, "But I am a little tired and want to go home, I will remind her Let's go."

???

How to remind?

Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little dazed, holding Coulom looked like his head was pressed on his shoulders because of dizziness, because of the close distance, the faint lotus fragrance from the girl directly lingered on the tip of his nose, and the soft purple hair on top of her hair It even touched his chin, and the eyelashes were long and curled, fluttering with the movement of breathing.

Because I have been worrying about her mood just now, I completely forgot how natural I was when I hugged her whole in my arms. In a public place where "although no one will see it, but in front of hundreds of people", there is still some contact with private people. Not the same.

He hugged Coulom a little stiffly, but the expression on his face softened unconsciously.

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Sometimes the communication between warlocks always takes the fantasy route, and it is actually extremely rare to try to intervene in the spiritual realm of the other party without malicious intentions.

It was also the first time for Irina to encounter such a connection. The fluctuation of her thoughts was as gentle as a breeze, and the news that came was even more gentle and even a little childish and funny.

【Miss, why don't you go, I want to go home and sleep...】

Although the voice was mediocre, it made Irina hear a sense of aggrieved and cuteness, which was in stark contrast to the other party's powerful spiritual power.

She flicked her long blond hair that she had disguised, and followed the power fluctuations to find the purple-haired girl who was leaning on her boyfriend's shoulder and rubbing her neck.He looked really sleepy, covered half of his face with the other palm, guessed and carefully hid in the corner and yawned secretly.

"Hahahahahahaha..."

The lone warlock, who was planning to play some games with the seemingly interesting and clever little detective, suddenly laughed flamboyantly, and a light indigo mist wafted from his whole body, especially from his cuffs.

"Just treat it as a reward for you, little detective, and leave the tools you've always wanted to commit crimes to you. The gentlemen in charge of security have worked hard—"

"It's getting dark, children, let's go home and sleep."

Accompanied by a low and ethereal chuckle, Irina deftly threw the hidden tool on the ground, which was a long piano wire stained with blood. After that, the figure of the woman was gradually covered by the mist. In less than a moment, it was completely gone.

"Who the hell are you—who are you?!" Edogawa Conan, who was surprised by the criminal's methods and tried to step forward, but it was obvious that he could only pass through the fog with his hands, asked unwillingly.

"Um, hahahaha, what I have to say is the fog—"

Love of ostentation and mysteries are the common characteristics of every fog attribute warlock, leaving behind a sentence of unclear meaning that laymen can't understand without scratching their heads, and disappeared contentedly.

"It seems to be the type that can listen to people's words. The vigilance will be dissipated soon."

In fact, it was just a coincidence that he yawned, and Kurom, who had no sense of grievance at all, rubbed his neck, which was a little stiff because he lowered his head, raised his eyes and glanced at the empty ground, and then turned his eyes to a family in another corner for the last time. Three mouthfuls.

"Chuya, come home with me today."

!!!

What kind of confusing behavior are you doing!Don't make any incredible speeches on impulse!

Nakahara Chuya's expression was a little surprised for a moment, followed by the awkward embarrassment that he wanted to remind but thought there was nothing wrong——

I had already borrowed her house when I was not very familiar with her. Now that I even have a title, it seems that there is nothing wrong with going to stay for one night...

But, this sentence,

It was proposed by the woman.

It was proposed by the woman first.

It was proposed by the woman first because of the blow.

Because of……

Well, sure enough, something is very wrong here!

"Ah, that..." The young man who didn't know how to answer wanted to speak, lowered his head and thought about what he wanted to say.

I found that Coulom, who was wearing new sandals with thin straps to match the dress, wondered if it was because the shoes didn't fit well and the heels were a bit peeled and worn.

Nakahara, who took out the band-aid from his clothes pocket, didn't answer. He squatted down and grabbed the girl's slender and fair calf. Although he was wearing a long skirt covering most of the skin, the hall was opened in advance. The warm air conditioner was turned on, but it was probably blown by the wind for a long time when he just came out of the small garden to chat, and the exposed part of Coulom's calf to his feet was icy cold.

As if frightened by the heat of Nakahara Chuya's palm, Collom subconsciously retracted his calf, stretched his instep and hooked it inward.

"Chuya, did you actually carry a Band-Aid with you when you attended the banquet?"

The girl sitting by the window who reacted relaxed her instep, tilted her right foot obediently, raised her hand to undo the buckle, and raised her toe to tighten the worn piece of skin to facilitate his movement.

"Oh, it's a habit."

"Huh? Obviously you don't know how to use it at all."

The effect of band-aids is often pitifully small. When bandaging is really needed, it is definitely better to use bandages. Besides, according to the level of physical skills of Zhongyuan Zhongye, unless it is a major event that requires him to use filth to solve it, it is not even scratches. It doesn't look like—

"Well, so to speak, isn't it useful now?"

Nakahara also carefully aligned the center of the band-aid with the blood-stained wound, holding Coulom's foot in his hands and re-wearing the sandals for her.

"Would it be better?"

"Well, I wasn't that squeamish at first, I didn't realize it myself."

The slightly surprised girl raised the corners of her lips towards him, dumbfounded, and blinked her eyes dully as if she was at a loss for the other party's sudden caring behavior.

"I feel that today's Zhongya is trying to make me cry, and I have proof!"

"It's too much!"