[Conan] Days at the Distillery Technical School

She fell asleep in his arms.

Halfway through the fight in the fighting arena, Tomo Fujima frowned, with a painful expression on his face.

Zhu Xingda's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively stepped forward to catch her who fell—just like the first time they met, half hugging and half supporting her.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

The other party did not answer.

He felt that her state this time was a little different from the last time she fainted. He felt that she might have fallen asleep from exhaustion, so he carried her to a small clinic. The doctor lowered his voice: "Fall asleep."

...Sure enough, he fell asleep.

Zhu Xing took a big look at her in his arms, feeling a little complicated.

What did she do today to be so tired?

Her hand was on his arm, her wrist was hanging limply, and her body was extra soft because of the relaxation, like a little Bernese mountain dog that couldn't wake up.

After watching for a long time, he stretched out his hand unconsciously.

Her fingers rubbed lightly on her pursed lips, and the color of her lips became a little lighter due to the pressure of the fingers, and then returned to a relatively bright color after leaving, changing the depth over and over again.

Obsessed, almost irrepressible emotions and gradually blank thoughts.

In his arms was the defenseless...enemy at his mercy.

Thinking of this, all inexplicable thoughts were interrupted, he stopped the rubbing movement, and the strength of his fingers suddenly increased, pressing on her lips, the color of her lips turned pale.

Seemingly feeling something was wrong, she hummed softly, then opened her mouth and took a bite.

——It just happened to take a few mouthfuls of his fingers as if they were small biscuits.

The pair of dark green pupils suddenly shrank, and looked at her in a daze.

...

For this biting incident, the person involved, Satoshi Fujima, didn't know anything about it. She only knew that she fell asleep during the fight in embarrassment, was sent back by rye, and fell asleep until 01:30 the next morning—— I woke up hungry.

If she hadn't woken up from hunger, she guessed she could still sleep.

Fujima Satoshi, who woke up in the middle of the night and started cooking noodles lightly, was a little annoyed.

But don't blame her, she was really tired.

Hurrying from one end of Tokyo to the other and then to the other in a hurry, it would consume too much mental and physical energy, if it weren't for the fact that he was quietly teaching Mizuruna Sufficient food has been added, and it is estimated that I will have a headache again.

After taking out the noodles, the rising heat covered her sight.

Tomo Fujima recalled the day when she lived and died at the speed of death.

She dislikes cumbersome and unintentional disguises and disguises the most, but now she is forced to like disguises and disguises, and must use another identity to change everything.

... By the way, when Biscuit Fourteen will be on the top of the organization's blacklist?

Because she is not a mission-related person this time, she is being kept secret. What she doesn't know is that her vest has indeed risen from the third on the killing list to the first, becoming the one the organization most wants to get rid of at this stage people.

And the TopKiller gin, which is organized to eradicate traitors, is being given to his uncle.rai.The tower was doing daily cleaning. Under the light, he looked at the disassembled parts and narrowed his eyes slightly.

If the person who claimed to be Louis XIV just prevented the death of the retired police instructor who was the target of the last mission, it could be explained that the police instructor had friendship with him.

But he took another cigarette.Fog bombs intervened in the assassination of the Minister of Health, Labor and Welfare's political affairs officer, making the deal between the organization and the political affairs official likely to be exposed...

Gin stood up.

The light in the middle of the night made his already fair face pale, as if the blood flowing in this person was cold blood.

Opponents who will one day meet.old enemy.

...

Fujima Satoshi still went to meet Mizumu Rena as agreed.

She walked into the convenience store near the rookie training ground.

Since taking the code name, she had to do some training at another training ground.

Fujima Satoshi, who lost the canteen, felt that the entire tone of the code member training ground was gray.

Now that she has returned to the rookie training ground as an instructor, the familiar canteen has refreshed her all of a sudden.

"Hey, new arrivals?" she asked in surprise.

The cashier at the convenience store smiled: "You haven't been here for a long time, so everything is new."

She chuckled twice, feeling a little guilty as she rubbed her head.

I really can't remember exactly what food she bought.

Fujima Satoshi has eaten many kinds of snacks in his life, if we let her read all these snacks one by one.Bing, it is estimated that I will not be able to finish reading it in three or five days.

From a certain point of view, she should be the least environmentally friendly person, how many snack packaging bags have been made for the earth, there is no harm if there is no sale.

She bought some food before she came to the training ground with a lot of food.

Carrying a bag of Sugar Butter Tree biscuits, she opened the bag and handed it to her student Reina Mizumura, asking, "Would you like a piece?"

Mizuruna looked at a large pile of colorful snacks beside her, and blinked: "...Thank you, I'm not hungry."

"Oh", she withdrew her hand and squeezed out a piece of biscuit from the packaging bag to eat, "Then I will eat alone."

Rena Mizumu couldn't help but look at her quietly during practice.

She was eating well, her eyes were fixed on the biscuits, as if she was staring at her lover, and there was a fascinated smile on the corner of her mouth, obviously feeling very happy about eating.

The single malt whiskey is calm and decisive, but she also has a sweet and refreshing vitality like soda.

How could such a young girl...

Rena Mizumusa turned her head away and continued aiming at the target.

Fujima Satoshi put the empty sugar butter tree biscuit packaging bag into the garbage bag he carried, tied the bag tightly, stuffed it back into the bag, and stood up.

"Shui Wu, come here for a moment, there is something you did wrong."

Rena Mizumu was a little surprised, she put down the sniper in her hand.hit.For practice.Gun, go over there.

I saw Teng Jianzhi raised his index finger and put it on his lips, signaling her to keep quiet.

Mizuruna was at a loss.

She couldn't understand Chunmai's expression.

The pure malt whiskey really made a move, she approached Rena Mizumu, stretched out her salty pig hand, frowned and fumbled on Rena Mizumu's back clothes.

Mizuruna's whole body trembled, and her heart beat violently.

found it.

Tomo Fujima held the tracking transmitter in his hand, held it up to Reina Mizumu, and crushed it with a cold expression.

Slowly said: "Be careful next time."

The pupils of Mizuruna's cat eyes shrank, and she was swept away by unstoppable shock and horror.

... When was it on her?

The expression on Tomo Fujima's face softened, and she smiled a little: "I don't want my 'creaking' eating sound to be recorded and used as a handle."

...When she was an instructor, she had been eating snacks and so on. If she said it, she would definitely be taken as a target, especially recently, she always felt that she was being watched.

Junmai was comforting her.

Rena Mizumura lowered her eyes slightly to hide her shocking eyes, but slowly clenched her hand hanging by her side into a fist.

And she, a CIA spy.The reporter didn't even notice that someone had installed a transmitter without anyone noticing it.

"Mizuna", Fujima Tomo said, "Your hand. Gun. Gun. The technique is very accurate, sniper. Gun. It shouldn't be a problem. According to your progress, we will go to the outdoor training ground tomorrow."

She rubbed her hands confidently: "I guarantee that Cohen and Chianti will be defeated in actual combat within a week."

... It's not that she looks down on people, it's just that there are some snipers in the organization.The shooter was indeed too bad, she couldn't figure out why there were some master snipers.The hitter can be better than Gin, an amateur sniper who is only in the battle temporarily.Poor batter?

The joys and sorrows between a top student and a scumbag are not intertwined.

...

When Zhu Xingda was going downstairs, he happened to see Satoshi Fujima, who was coming back from the wind and dust, and was opening the door of the apartment with the key, so he naturally thought of the wound on his finger.

The wound was very small, and the blood scabbed after a few minutes. After two days, the wound has completely healed.

"Good evening", she waved to him from a distance.

Zhu Xingda frowned slightly.

But the subject knew nothing about her own biting.

Like she didn't know anything about his mood.

The culprit is at large, without even a conscience.

Zhu Xingda remembered that he happened to be carrying an OK bandage in his left pocket. He reached out and took it out, and wrapped the Band-Aid around the healed finger calmly.

He leaned against the wall outside the stairs, biting a cigarette, reached out for a matchbox, and polished the matches.

When she walked into the courtyard and approached him, she really noticed the eye-catching Band-Aid, and couldn't help but stop and ask, "What's wrong with your finger?"

purpose achieved.

Zhu Xingda took off the cigarette, took a puff of smoke, held the cigarette between his fingers, lowered his hand to let the smoke float in another direction, and then glanced at her faintly: "You bit it."

Even if it has healed, it was you who bit it.

Besides, he has another almost incurable wound - your bite.

Fujima Satoshi was shocked.

She flicked through the memories in her mind before picking out a more suitable possibility: "Is it two days ago..."

He nodded.

Fujima Tomo was shocked and guilty this time.

It's been two days and the wound hasn't healed yet. How hungry was she in her sleep?

She asked dumbly: "Then, how do I compensate you? You bite me?"

The author has something to say:

The scheming Akai is too bad, too bad (shaking his head)

In addition, the transmitter on Mizumu Rena's body was touched by Xiaozhi, and she herself became vigilant, so Isen Hondo's bento was kicked, and soon Jingguang and Matsuda's bento will be kicked.

The small theater in this chapter is the six questions and six answers of Rena Mizumusa, see the comment section.

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