[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

"Kusanagi-kun, are you not getting enough sleep?"

Akai looked around the kitchen for a while while reading the newspaper, and suddenly asked.

Hui Yuanai, who tried and rejected the plan all night, has been sent to the bedroom. The child's body is naturally not as good as her previous peak, and she can't live on tea and coffee.The laboratory that was blown up at the beginning has been restored, and there are still some precious instruments that use special materials that have not been destroyed. If you are lucky, you can even find residual data, and she can continue biological research in that place.

Edogawa Conan did indeed wake up. According to him, he was as heavy as being shot by his own anesthesia needle during his coma... Ignoring this miraculous metaphor, his mood is still quite stable.As a detective whose mind is far more mature than his peers, he can clearly distinguish between priorities.

Even Akai couldn't help but sympathize with his event physique.

"Good morning, Mr. Akai." Kusanagi was stunned for a few seconds, "I won't be short of sleep."

Nothing can go wrong without sleep.

Akai raised his eyebrows, watching the opponent's right hand slide, the fried egg made a perfect arc, and smashed the porcelain plate, followed by the sound of something breaking.

He asked again: "Are you sure?"

"It seems...not sure..."

Kusanagi murmured to himself, took some white fine powder from the jar, and was about to put it into the egg liquid, Akai Shuichi hurriedly pressed his hand: "This is sugar."

"I always like to put sugar!" Kusanagi retorted in a daze, "The one who puts salt is a heretic."

Akai didn't bother arguing with him about the difference between sweet and salty, and just stared at him. Kusanagi was gradually defeated by the FBI's ace attack, and reluctantly looked away.The man sighed, rinsed his hands in the sink, and then he took down the knife hanging from a high place first, and cut open the potatoes that had been placed on the chopping board, with a frivolous tone: "Um, what's wrong with you? It's just lack of sleep ?”

All things to do were taken away by Akai, and Kusanagi stood beside him blankly, watching the flames warm the oil.

"Back pain."

Akai almost shook his hands so much that he threw all the potato cubes out of the frying pan.

"You..." He struggled for a long time, "Maybe you can take a rest, cough, this situation is normal."

Kusanagi looked at him inexplicably, "Is it normal?"

Bowls piled high with fried golden brown potato wedges, Akai turned off the gas.He pondered for a moment, not knowing how to teach Kusanagi, who was obviously completely inexperienced. In fact, he didn't know the situation at all, "I thought he would be gentle. If you really feel pain, you can advise him not to be so... intense ?”

"It would be great if I could give some advice." Kusanagi puffed up his cheeks, he seldom has extreme mood swings, but this morning it happened more than once, and Akai suddenly felt that he was quite cute when he was not stern, "Zhen Sang is completely irrational, and it hurts. It's been a long time since I felt such pain last time."

The young man complained helplessly. He took the plates from Akai and distributed them on the table. Conan walked out of the room rubbing his sleepy eyes and sat in his seat.

Is Gin so vicious? It's exactly what he thought before.Akai couldn't figure it out, but it was related to other people's private life, so he could only give vague suggestions: "Maybe you all just need lubricant..."

Kusanagi's brain froze instantly: "Are we on the same channel?"

Conan's sleepy brain also shut down: what are they talking about?

The shirt the young man wore was very loose, with the collar turned up high, without any intention of tidying it up.Akai paid attention to it for a few seconds. Due to the action of putting down the utensil, the white neckline failed to cover the piece of skin, and the exposed part was covered with blood.

The red marks are particularly conspicuous, they haven't subsided, and the clear veins of blood vessels can be seen, it's too reluctant to regard it as a trace left by some reason.

"Kusanagi-kun." Akai folded off his collar, his expression became serious, "Were you injured before?"

"No." Kusanagi uncomfortably pulled back his collar and shrank to the wall, "I accidentally touched it."

Akai approached him: "If you were injured that night, you should ask Xiao Ai to check."

"It wasn't a problem that night, and this little injury will heal soon!"

"Then you should at least sterilize and come here." Akai was about to drag him away, "The blood is all pooled together, so you have the nerve to say that you can take care of others?"

Edogawa·Should I really stay here·Conan drank the juice in the glass, his eyes were dead.Who can tell him why he can see such an over-the-top scene when he wakes up early in the morning. Although the protagonists are all men, he doesn't have much sense of disobedience. He can only say one thing to those who come from the organization: Your circle is really chaotic.

While making complaints, Amuro Toru, who came late, joined the scene, saw the suspected bad behavior at a glance, threw the items in his hand accurately, and had the urge to roll up his sleeves and beat the opponent: "Akai Shuichi! Get your hands off!"

Ten minutes later, the two occupied the left and right sides of the sofa, glared at each other with absolutely indifferent eyes, snorted coldly and turned their heads away.Conan's head turned rapidly, and he always felt that when they went out, everyone might think they were light bulbs.

Kusanagi put the USB flash drive that was not broken by Amuro on the table, and sighed deeply: "Really, completely, nothing, what, thing, happened!"

The two on the opposite side showed expressions of disbelief at the same time.

Toru Amuro suddenly regained his energy, and raised his hand to gesture: "Gin Jiu went out early this morning, doesn't it feel unusual compared to usual?"

He didn't say the rest, everyone knows that now Gin almost only looks at Kusanagi, no matter what happens, he can't look away, like a vicious dog guarding beside him.But today is completely different, Gin didn't even leave any words for Kusanagi, and ran out early in the morning, and still hasn't come back.

It was literally running away from something.

Kusanagi lowered his head and did not answer.

Last night he thought it was just a simple nightmare, but the bite of gin gave him the feeling of greed that almost swallowed him up - he had never seen such a blatant possessive desire.What's even more strange is that his wound didn't heal within a short period of time, and until now it still hurts faintly, no different from an ordinary wound.

In the end, in his vague memory, there was only a pair of eyes shrouded in purple mist, which contained an inexplicable tenderness, and a coldness that completely erased the tenderness.Then he woke up again, and the gin was no longer there.

Akai probably misunderstood the direction, and comforted thoughtfully: "Don't worry, he's not the kind of person who won't admit it after a one-night affair."

"You better shut up."

Amuro hit him hard from the side.

Qin · has been eavesdropping on the voice of the bug because he is worried · wine covers his face, feeling terrible.

"Brother, you..."

"Do not talk nonsense."

Seeing that his elder brother was extremely entangled, Vodka, who couldn't help but ask, was treated coldly, so he had to continue driving with peace of mind.

Vodka: I am really wronged.

The grievances are grievances, he knows that although his elder brother has a poisonous tongue, he treats his own people well, otherwise he would not have followed him loyally for so many years, and now he even has a sister-in-law—vodka suddenly woke up, and suddenly he didn’t know what to call that young man Man, as expected of a big brother, falling in love is different from everyone else.

Unexpectedly, the thought of vodka turned [-] times, and the tablet of gin unfolded, and several addresses gleamed on the screen.Of course, Fujiwara was not the only one who was scratched by the guard during the battle, and other members were also bedridden. According to the information he learned, there were even victims, but they were suppressed by the Suzuki consortium.

Miss Suzuki Sonoko also suffered from a cold of unknown origin, and has been staying at home recently.

Gin closed the map and clicked on the address book.

"So what do I need to do?" BK-201 asked depressedly when he received a call from his current employer while fishing.

Gin glanced at him: "I don't need you, I just need DOLL."

Yin's slender hands are holding Hei's clothes. She has poor mobility, but she is the best natural radar, and needs Hei's protection.Only when they stay together is the perfect combination.

Suddenly feeling that he was disgusted, Hei was stunned for a few seconds: "What do you need her to search for?"

"Three of the currently known infected people have died, and one is missing in the Central Hospital. He is male, unmarried, has no medical history, has a robbery record, and his parents died in a car accident and is currently unmarried." Gin's tone did not fluctuate, "he He left the hospital bed in the early hours of this morning, and had been incapacitated before, and the surveillance screen captured some images of him when he left... Help me find his whereabouts after he disappeared by the ditch."

"Unless he stays where there is water—" Hei paused for a few seconds, "Silver said she found it."

Gin turned off the communication, his headache felt like it was about to explode.The escape route of this infected person can be seen at a glance. He left the hospital path and deliberately got into the old alleys where there were no people. Naturally, he was always accompanied by sewage.The reason for following him was just because the humans mixed with the blood of the retrograde army gave him a bad feeling. If there is a guy who temporarily controls this mutation, it will definitely be more difficult to deal with than pure transformation.

Seeing the dead body that had collapsed in an unoccupied corner, Gin knew that he had a premonition.What was fatal was the laceration. It can be seen that the murderer was not proficient in cutting, and repeated many times to no avail.Because of the power gained from indulging, he even slashed the opponent's face beyond recognition, just a half-baked novice.

Gin put aside the corpse, even he didn't realize that he was agitated by the familiar smell of blood.

Can't hurt him, can't use his blood.

Then, it doesn't matter how many lives of these scumbags are sacrificed.