How can there be such a dangerous world of Conan

Belmode had a lot of requests. The day before yesterday he wanted steak from a steak shop, yesterday he wanted sushi from a sushi restaurant, and today he asked for a pineapple fruit colorful wine-flavored pizza from Polo Cafe.

The food delivery staff of Polo Café is a fair-skinned, brunette woman.

"Your coffee shop still sells pizza?" Judy, who was the guard, asked routinely.

"Yes," the woman nodded, "Although it's called a coffee shop, it's actually a home-cooked restaurant."

Judy gave an 'oh', expressing her understanding, took the pizza after paying, took it to the ward, opened the box and looked inside.

No matter how you look at it, it's an ordinary pizza, and the thickness of the pizza can't hold anything at all.

Indignantly, he handed the pizza to Belmode, who was still lying on the hospital bed. Although he wanted to transfer like this, Belmode was too honest, so honest that there was no need to bear the risk of transfer.

But Judy is very sure: Belmode will definitely want to escape.

This kind of precaution is quite obvious, and there seems to be no reason not to be seen through.

"Do you think I want to run away?" Belmode taunted: "Calling: I am not Belmode, this Judy is Belmode, we have been exchanged. Then just messed up the situation like this , and then run away?"

"You can't escape."

"I don't intend to escape at all. As long as you can accept the judicial transaction, I am willing to appear in court as a tainted witness. I am on your side."

Judy Sterling was gnashing her teeth. She would never believe it, or want to believe it.

"Of course I know you don't believe it. Unfortunately, the decision is not yours."

The decision lies in the...

In the hands of independent prosecutor Karma Ming.

"What should I do..." Ming looked at the report in front of him.

Every copywriting report seems to be the same every day, all kinds of strange copywriting are placed in front of her, and she is asked to come up with an answer.

Recognizing Belmode's judicial transaction is undoubtedly the most correct choice, but there are certain hidden dangers in such a decision.

If you have to choose one in the two-choice game, at least you are not alone.

Because of this, Karmamei visited Sugihata's house.

"This question is quite simple." Sitting on the sofa, Dai Sugihata dismissed Karma Ming's question, took out a five-yuan coin from the change bag, and asked: "On the front, the judicial transaction is conducted. If it’s not, it’s simple, right?”

Even.many.Small.explain.Only.exist.I pick up the ambiguity and pick up the three streams

Hunter Moming frowned: "It doesn't feel right."

But there seemed to be no better way, and he did not refuse.

The coin is thrown high, the patterns and handwriting change alternately, and finally the pattern faces upwards. On the realistic water surface of the pattern, there are thriving ears of wheat, as if you can see the pieces of golden ears of wheat swaying in the breeze.

"Front." Hunter Moming exhaled, and she made a decision.

Not because the coin was heads, but she found herself thankful that the coin was heads.

"Speaking of which," Sugihata looked at the coin: "Which side of the five-yen coin is head? The picture or the face? Do you want to vote again? How about choosing two out of three rounds?"

Hunter Moming denied: "No need, although I'm sorry Judy, but I've made up my mind."

Even when Hunter Moming was about to say goodbye and leave, the doorbell rang again.

The visitor this time was a man wearing a brown paper bag who would be stopped by all the policemen he saw for questioning when he walked on the street.

"Have you caught Belmod?" The young man went straight to the point: "Bermod asked me for help."

While speaking, the young man took off the kraft paper bag, revealing his golden hair and dark face.

"About three days." Ming replied.

"At noon today, Bellmode called the restaurant where I concealed my identity to order food, and asked for 'pineapple fruit colorful wine-flavored pizza' by name. This is the code we agreed upon for help."

Ming said: "She really didn't want to be a tainted witness, she just used this to delay time and buy time for help."

"Hmph," Sugihata Dai was very puzzled: "If she asks for help, it means that she thinks that Rena Mizumu will not report the news of her disappearance, and she will not try to save her, but she contacted you because she thought Amuro Will you save her?"

"Bermode is famous for mysticism in the organization, and her popularity seems to be very bad. No one likes her, and she is completely separated from the organization." Amuro found a chair and sat down: "I am also in the organization. Mysticism, and that's why she has something to look forward to."

Amuro expressed a point of view that he himself did not believe at all.

"If it is said that she didn't even tell Rena Mizumu, she just let Reina Mizumu stand as Shinide Tomoaki, but in fact she doesn't know anything or what she is doing, in the newly released clinic, maybe now There is no information." Sugihata Dai said: "She was worried that something would happen that would put her angel in danger, and the reason why she only asked for help from you, Amuro, was because you, who were also mystical and out of gregarious, Will not report this to the organization, but try to support independently. The relationship between the members of the black organization is really bad, everyone is so careful."

Amuro frowned: "I'm not sure."

"Is there such a possibility? First search and see from this angle. If you make a mistake, just start over from the beginning. Analysis is nonsense. If it is right, it is luck, and if it is wrong, it is normal."

"I understand." Hunter Moming nodded: "Bermod's real identity is Chris Wynyard, and it seems that she is also Chris Wynyard's mother, Sharon Wynyard, I will start the investigation from these two aspects The point of intersection between her and Mao Lilan, you should get useful information from there."

Afterwards, Hunting Moming got up, took his leave and left.

Toru Amuro sat on the chair silently, waiting for Kara Moming to leave before speaking.

"In terms of public security, it seems that there is no content related to the defense of Mihua Central Hospital. That is to say, princess, have you handed over the defense work to the FBI? Are you planning to formally investigate together with the FBI?"

Amuro paused for a moment, then continued speaking.

"Running to the front line of the search for the sake of storming, regardless of making a mess of the local police, I really can't agree with the self-made FBI. Especially that Akai Shuichi, the Akai Shuichi who killed Scotland! I will definitely not Forgive him, and I will never cooperate with him!"

Realizing that his tone became more intense, Toru Amuro stopped, pursed his lips, and adjusted his mentality.

"Then, Your Royal Highness, I will take my leave for the time being."

Toru Amuro bowed, probably to express his apology, and left in a performative way.

Woo...

The girl rolled her eyes, pursed her lips, took a deep breath from her abdominal cavity, and protruded forcefully. The two lips trembled continuously under the output of the breath, making a purring sound.

Is this called the present newspaper?Just finished laughing at the FBI's messy interpersonal relationship, and the lack of harmony among the members of the black organization, but it turns out that my side is similar.

Scotch Whiskey, the police undercover who died for sneaking into the black organization...

To some extent, he also died because of Akai Shuichi...

It seems like a threshold that can never be crossed...

The girl sighed and gave up thinking, and decided to blame others.

I'm not good at dealing with interpersonal relationships, so I'll leave it to Ming to deal with the mutual coordination!

ps: It’s so inconvenient to watch complaints in the background, tsk...