Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

After Zhongyuan Zhong also quickly finished posting, he waited for about 2 minutes, but no one responded to the post, and even the number of views was still zero.

This point is a good time to rest in the afternoon, and members of the Hong Kong gangsters who have no tasks to do should logically browse the internal forums.

How could there be no one?

Zhong Yuan frowned, exited his post interface, and looked at other posts and found that the update time was just a second ago.

Is it because he posted anonymously, the title is not attractive enough, and the information revealed is too little?

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought for a moment, then clicked into his post again, and edited a long paragraph on the first floor.

[The thing is like this, I saw a very good-looking man in a restaurant today. This man expressed his liking to me and kissed me on the cheek, but he seems to have an unusual relationship with my boss. ]

After saying this, Nakahara also felt a hot burning sensation on the place where his left cheek was kissed.

This time, Nakahara didn't just squat under his post and wait for other people's replies, but went to see the popular post about Chief Mori being abandoned by a doctor named Tomie Kawakami .

This post was posted by an anonymous person a month ago. In the post, it recorded in great detail the whole process of the current leader of Hong Kong gangsters, Mori Ogai, being abandoned by Dr. Kawakami.

The middle and high-level personnel in the Hong Kong black organization can't understand what kind of person Chief Sen is.

He has a strong leadership ability, and all his actions and orders are based on the will of the Hong Kong gangster organization, and he never mixes any personal feelings.

Mori Ogai is a qualified leader, and even a leader who is ruthless to the point of cruelty. How could such a leader with a strong heart and know how to abandon and resettle him be abandoned all the time? It is impossible for the leader who puts the interests of the gangsters above all to pay attention to other people who have nothing to do with the gangsters in Hong Kong.

Even paying attention is a kind of stinginess, so how can it be related to liking?If you don't like it, how can you abandon this statement?

So when they saw this post, the members of Hong Kong and Black did not believe it, and even most of them thought it was an extremely ridiculous rumor.

However, as the poster subsequently updated the content of the post in detail, some melon eaters who were originally neutral began to waver.

There is no other reason. This post records too much detail. It describes how the current leader and Dr. Kawakami met, and what kind of deep relationship and bond they had.

It was so detailed that it seemed that the poster was there at the time.

Because one of the protagonists of this post involves Mori Ogai, the current leader of the Hong Kong black community, such a popular protagonist has attracted attention since it was posted, and the popularity has steadily increased with the continuous updates of the posters. .

The replies from all parties below the post are also wonderful.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also not very interested in these gossips. He only browsed the post when it first became popular, and didn't pay attention to it after that.

Now there are still many people replying to guesses under the post, and the poster is still actively updating.

Nakahara also thought of Tomie Kawakami, another party involved, and prepared to jump to the historical floor where the browsing had ended before, and continue to read the subsequent updates of the posts one by one.

As a result, the interface just jumped to the past, and the prompt sound for replying to the message rang at this moment. Zhongyuan Zhong also planned to watch it for a while, but he didn't expect to hear several prompt sounds.

All replies to his posts.

Now Zhong Yuanzhong also directly quit the hot post, and quickly clicked into his own post.

There have been five replies below the post, but all five replies are from the same person.

This person is also an anonymous person, and the first thing the other party replied was to ask if he was a man or a woman.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a look at this person's anonymous ID, and found that the number behind it was exactly the same as the popular poster who edited Chief Mori and was abandoned from beginning to end.

the same person?

Zhong Yuanzhong also became vigilant immediately, and then looked at the four replies from the anonymous person, and the lines were full of intentional or unintentional temptations.

This person obviously wanted to reveal his identity.

Just as Zhong Yuanzhong was thinking, the anonymous person replied to the sixth article———

The landlord is the high-level people in Hong Kong and black. I heard that the Central Plains cadres just returned to the headquarters today.

Zhongyuan Zhong also saw this post, and instantly felt that his vest was about to be stripped off, so the next second, without thinking too much, he deleted the post directly, simply and neatly.

This Anonymous is too perceptive, he doesn't want his post to be the second trending post.

However, it is worth noting that this anonymous person's ability to perceive information is too strong, and Zhong Yuanzhong also seriously suspects that the other party may be a high-level Hong Kong gangster.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought of the hot post posted by the other party, couldn't help but clicked in again, and looked down the historical floor just selected.

………………

Towards evening, Fu Zhenhong received a call from Mori Ogai not long after dinner. The other party specially invited Fu Zhenhong to come to the port mafia headquarters tomorrow in order to thank him for completing the operation on Yukimura Seichi. be a guest.

This is the second time Mori Ogai sent out an invitation after Fu Zhenhong came to Yokohama. The first time Fu Zhenhong directly rejected it. This time, because Fu Zhenhong also cared a little bit about Zhongyuan Zhong, he agreed. This invitation.

In fact, he originally intended to stay here for a few more days. After all, although Yukimura Seiichi's operation had been completed very smoothly, he promised this boy to be a painting model for him.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Zhenhong went straight into the bathroom.

It didn't take long for Fu Zhenhong to come out wearing a white bathrobe after taking a shower. He wiped his hair casually with a dry towel, then threw the towel on the sofa, and opened a bottle of red wine.

The red wine was put in by Belmode in advance, and the place where Fu Zhenhong lives now was carefully arranged by Belmode according to his preferences.

Regardless of the other party's concealment from the organization regarding Conan's affairs, as a subordinate, Fu Zhenhong had to admit that this blonde beauty was indeed a competent assistant.

Fu Zhenhong poured the red wine into the decanter bottle, then walked to the French window.

At this time, the night has completely covered the day, and the bright white moon, twinkling stars and floating clouds form the night view of Yokohama.

The night in Yokohama is as lively and prosperous as Tokyo. Under the moonlight and stars, there are dazzling neon lights and endless streets.

Fu Zhenhong looked at it for a while, then poured the sober wine into the glass, and sat on the sofa with the glass in hand to taste it leisurely.

This wine comes from the Morton estate in France. It was produced in 85 and has a relatively long age. Although it is just wine, it is much more pungent than ordinary wine.

Fu Zhenhong hadn't had a few sips when Hu Zhisuke appeared in front of him.

"Master God Judge, you haven't been to Honmaru all day, and the Fusangshen are thinking of you."

"Miss me?" Fu Zhenhong chuckled, "How do you want to kill me?"

Hearing the words, Foxosuke thought of the status quo of the Token Fusangshin of No. [-] Honmaru, and suddenly realized that his unthinking words just now were a bit false and gaffe.

Fu Zhenhong didn't talk to Foxnosuke anymore, but continued to drink the wine. His movements were slow, and his white and slender fingers pinched the transparent body of the wine glass. From the angle of Foxnosuke, Fu Zhenhong's perfect body could just be seen The profile of the face and the small and delicate Adam's apple.

Even if he is used to seeing Fox Nosuke, who is beautiful and mournful, he still has to admit that there is a fatal attraction in the God Judge.

It wasn't until the wall clock on the wall of the living room pointed to ten o'clock at night that Fu Zhenhong stopped drinking and turned the compass leading to the Honmaru.

When he released his spiritual power yesterday, he took advantage of the opportunity to explore all the surroundings of Honmaru, so this time, Fu Zhenhong directly chose to enter Honmaru's house.

The moment Fu Zhenhong appeared in the courtyard, the swords and swords in Honmaru felt the spiritual power of the God-inspector at the same time.

Compared with the reality of Yokohama, the sky in Honmaru is much deeper and monotonous. There are no stars, and the only moonlight is blocked by floating clouds.

There are small chandeliers hanging on the eaves of the courtyard, and the warm halo inexplicably reveals a bit of weirdness and coldness under the overly quiet atmosphere of Honmaru.

When he was about to pass a corner, a black figure flashed past Fu Zhenhong. Fu Zhenhong's expression remained unchanged, and he still walked towards the living room at a leisurely pace.

Fu Zhenhong entered the living room, and just as she lay down, the door of the living room was knocked from outside.

"Come in." Fu Zhenhong lay on the couch with a relaxed and lazy expression.

The people outside the door heard the words, and then gently opened the door.

Short blue hair, handsome facial features with sharp edges and corners, and a tall and straight body wrapped in gorgeous military uniforms, the identity of the visitor is self-evident.

Fu Zhenhong was not at all surprised that the one who came was Yixing. He propped his temple with one hand and half-closed his eyes as he looked at the blue-haired young man who walked into the living room.

Because of the alcohol, Fu Zhenhong's eyes were not as deep and dark as last night. His pupils were covered with a hazy mist, and the ends of his eyes were also light and diffuse with a thin red.

The long black hair like thick ink is casually scattered, and a few strands hang down on his chest. The white loose bathrobe sets off his tall and graceful figure. The skin exposed on his chest is delicate and smooth, white in the dark night. It is like the most flawless jade.

He doesn't need to do anything, he can easily arouse the most secret desire deep in others' hearts.

Yiqi Yizheng's eyes deepened a little, he thought of the madness of last night, how this man groaned and panted under his love, and even more thought of how he was in the dining room early this morning. The picture of the other party making fun of other Token Fusangshen and being indifferent to himself.

The god judge didn't have any interest in him. He should be happy, but his heart was very blocked, and he even felt bitter and angry.

For such an emotional change, Yiqi Yizhen already vaguely understood something, but he didn't want to admit it, let alone admit it.

Yizheng took a deep breath and walked to the side of the bed.

Fu Zhenhong looked at the blue-haired young man amusedly: "I remember I named Fu Sangshen with long white hair as my valet today, um...it's called Xiaohuwan."

The author has something to say: Thank you little cuties for their nutrient solution

Thanks to QAQ, the landmines that have been passed by for a long time

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Cough cough, so what, I feel that once I write about swords and gods, the style of painting becomes a strong carnivorous style

Like the emperor's favorite concubine, poisonous haha

One strike: here I come

Xiaohong: You go, I want fresh □□, Xiaohuwan

Weak chicken system: the scum is clear