[Conan] Days at the Distillery Technical School

In autumn and late summer, the clouds fade away little by little, leaving only gossamer floating in the distant sky.

The sound of propellers gradually began to roar.

It's time to go!

Chunmai was promising, and she finally bought a helicopter out of her fortune.

When withdrawing money from the Xiaozhi Fund, Fujima Satoshi put his palms together very apologetically: "I'll take out your Bourbon with a loan first, and I'll save it later, thank you!"

She loves helicopters so much she can't forget them once she's flown a Gin's helicopter.

The feeling of being in the sky is so good that she is even willing to save a little ration for it.

So she has been studying hard for her pilot's license, and went to make a good relationship with Bellini.

"Sorry for beating up your bodyguard while I was out of my mind! I'll just lay down and let the beating go."

Bellini didn't want to say anything, he was tired, and he didn't want to deal with the famous people in this piano group, so he waved his hand: "...you can use the airport as you like."

"Thank you!"

When the fuselage rotated 360 degrees to do a clearturn, she was very upset, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

...From now on, one, two, or more important people can be saved to the greatest extent possible.

But everyone in the organization knew: the pure malt whiskey had managed to accumulate a considerable amount of small coffers, and now it was destitute. In addition to buying a helicopter, she also applied for a large-scale air route.

The title of "the poorest organization" is better than pure wheat.

But unexpectedly, Gin appreciates her approach very much.

He felt that she was quite ambitious in doing this, unlike the few reimbursement madmen in the organization, who go out on missions every day to eat and drink, and lose the chain at critical moments, such as driving motorcycles for mission vehicles (not alluding to Bell Mord), or work hard to get the job done and ask for leave from the boss (not alluding to Bourbon).

He felt that pure wheat was born to belong to the piano group.

Gin himself is usually very frugal. He drives a classic car, eats bento from convenience stores, and wears a black windbreaker all year round. However, he reserves helicopters and a large number of frying pans.Bomb and kill.hurt.sex.Weapons, the amount of one-time reserves of weapons can even shoot several times at the Tokyo Tower.

Because of the 90.00% similarity between pure malt and his personality, Gin almost indulged this little curly hair to do whatever he wanted.

Fujima Satoshi is flying in the airspace he applied for in the suburbs.

The pitch angle of the rotor increases slowly, and the helicopter gradually rises——

In the field of vision, the mountains in the suburbs are lush and lush, and have not yet been dyed with autumn colors. The angular trees become blurred as the height of the line of sight increases, and they are connected into a green with a bit of indigo color.

After operating the cyclic pitch lever to stabilize the altitude, she began to adjust the direction.

Stick the stick to the left and the helicopter hovers in the air like a dragonfly.

After hovering and turning the helicopter in several directions, she took out the monocular and looked at the ground.

At an altitude of several thousand meters, overlooking the ground, Tokyo looks like a small piece, and the houses are densely packed like dust, in the divided urban districts.

But with a bird's eye view through a telescope, the situation is different.

It's like using Valley.Song map satellite map is the same, clear.

Then she saw a shocking scene.

...

On the mountain path, a black car was chasing the motorcycle in front. The black car was fully powered, and people kept driving from the car to the motorcycle in front.gun.

Curacao, your ability is indeed outstanding, but it is not used in the right place.

If you remember something that is not good for the organization, you will die.

This is your destiny.

The woman with silver eyes on the motorcycle gradually slowed down the speed of the motorcycle and let go of the accelerating motorcycle.

Then... just let him be caught.

Both her transparent right eye and blue left eye were out of focus.

At this moment, the sound of propellers came from the air, and before she could look up, there was a deafening "boom" in her ears!

The helicopter that suddenly fell from the sky hit the cliff directly.

The silver-haired woman with different pupils shrank her pupils, and before she had time to think, she flew towards the cliff less than a few meters away from her, instinctively trying to save the pilot who might survive in the cabin.

Curacao is a tool, a humanoid disk.

But why is she...

While the silver-haired woman with different eyes flew down the cliff, she seized the opportunity to drag out the pilot from the billowing smoke from the wreckage of the helicopter.

Then, he rolled down the cliff with her in his arms.

Curacao remembered too many things, but she couldn't remember her feelings, she didn't know why she did that at that moment, she had no time to think about her motives.

Almost like a bionic.With a weapon, she relied on her body's instincts to rush out and save that person.

...even though she herself is being hunted down by the organization.

...

This is Satoshi Fujima's first test flight.

Wonderful (thrilling) and endless aftertaste (endless troubles).

When claiming from the insurance company, the boss of the insurance company almost cried.

It was you last time too, Fujima-san!Just received the new car and encountered an avalanche!

This time it's you, Miss Fujima!Just bought the helicopter and it crashed!

Tomo Fujima was also very wronged, and she didn't want to do this either.

When she kept the helicopter hovering in the sky and looked down through the binoculars, she saw someone in danger, and she operated the helicopter to descend to rescue them anxiously.

But as soon as she was anxious, she forgot that her helicopter was in a hovering state. She made a wrong driving command, and the helicopter lost control and fell straight down the cliff.

Firefighters are inherently mortal, either saving lives or dying on the way to save lives.

After receiving the insurance money from the insurance company with a sad face, she returned to the hospital.

The silver-haired woman with different pupils was sitting on the hospital bed in a hospital gown. When she saw her coming back, she called her according to her first experience: "Xiaozhi."

...

Curacao lost his memory.

This member of the organization who used to be a human-shaped disk suffered some injuries and lost his memory because he flew over to save her at a critical moment.

When Curacao woke up and saw her for the first time, there was confusion and innocence in the transparent and blue eyes.

"What should I call you?" she asked at the time.

"Xiaozhi." That's what Tomo Fujima said at the time.

"Who am I?" she asked at the time.

"I heard that your name is Curacao." Fujima Satoshi replied at that time.

When the two members were ordered by the organization to capture Curacao, they encountered a helicopter crash, and they were a little bit at a loss.

——Especially after learning that Curacao, who woke up, lost his memory.

Now we have to take her back to carry on.gun.decide?

The "poorest organization" single malt whiskey stood in front of the hospital bed: "Now she is mine."

The two members of the organization once again had big question marks on their heads, what should they do now?

They immediately contacted Belmode who was in charge of the matter.

Belmode heard that Curacao had rescued the single malt whiskey. After a few seconds of silence, he smiled inexplicably: "Let her go." He hung up the phone.

The question marks on the heads of the two organization members can already be arranged and combined.

"Even if it was Gin, he would have decided like this." Belmode told them.

Even more coincidentally, the single malt whiskey who had just been promoted to a small cadre just needed subordinates.

The two members of the organization eventually resigned.

Forget it, let these two fools love each other.

...

Now Curacao is sitting on the hospital bed, wearing a hospital gown, calling her according to the first memory: "Xiaozhi."

Satoshi Fujima sat down beside the hospital bed, put the envelope containing the insurance gold card by his hand, and said bitterly, "Curaçao, hug."

Now the silver-haired woman who is as innocent as a child reached out to hug her, patted her on the back, and couldn't think of any words to comfort her for a while.

Fujima Chi didn't cry easily, even now, she still held back her tears, but she cried loudly in her heart.

"Thank you, Curacao." She sniffled.

Thank you, dear Destiny.

If she hadn't kept the helicopter in a hovering state, she wouldn't have made a misoperation and crashed the plane. If she hadn't crashed, Curacao wouldn't have lost her memory. If Curacao hadn't lost her memory...

Now Curacao is a corpse.

Everything is the best arrangement, she suddenly believed this sentence.

Going undercover is the best arrangement, and a plane crash is also the best arrangement.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have met these people.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, Jiang Guling, and—the one who is willing to give up his life to protect her, Curacao.

"You will follow me from now on."

...

After walking out of the hospital holding the silver-haired woman with different eyes, Satoshi Fujima sent a message to Toru Amuro and said to Curacao, "Let's go eat the snack car ramen."

Curacao was confused: "Snack cart ramen?"

Has the vocabulary even declined?Tomo Fujima was a little sad: she was the one who caused her amnesia.

Curacao smiled sheepishly: "I know the meaning of the word, but I don't know what it looks like."

"I'll show you what it looks like," she said.

The food carts of mobile vendors basically do not appear during the day. As soon as the night falls and the street lights are turned on, the snack carts open. The noren curtains are drawn and the lanterns are hung. The warm orange lights are soft and soft.

The owner of the ramen shop scooped up the cooked ramen, put it into the clear soup, added chopped green onion, fried egg, and pork bone one by one, and the aroma wafted out.

Inopportunely, Fujima Tomo recalled the Kanto cooking snack truck at that time. The man with the look in his eyes that she couldn't understand stood beside her and asked for the bunch of konjac in her hand.

"Be careful," Curacao reminded her.

She nodded and smiled: "No, I was just a little dazed."

Curacao felt relieved: "I thought..."

She thought Xiaozhi sauce's tongue was numb from the scalding when she pulled the noodles in one bite.

After these few days of observation, Curacao came to the conclusion that Xiaozhi-chan, like her, is not easy to show big expressions. He doesn't cry and laugh loudly. Or with a bit of a determined look.

It seems a little difficult to get close to Xiaozhi and understand her heart.What about Curacao?Is it difficult to understand the heart of Curacao?

The two of them ate the hot ramen quietly.

When paying the bill after eating, Curacao said cautiously: "I will work hard, Xiaozhi."

"I'll accompany you to find a job when you get better, okay?"

Fujima Satoshi didn't really want Curacao to participate too much in the organization's tasks. After all, she had just forgotten that dark memory, and it would be too cruel to let her devote herself to it. She would rather have a normal job.

"Okay." Curacao replied.

From a few words, she learned that Fujima Tomo had no other savings except the accident insurance fund, and she was very disturbed.

She knows it's because of her.

...

Back at the safe house, Satoshi Fujima introduced her men, their new roommates, to the other two Whiskeys: "Curacao and I sleep in the same room."

Curacao couldn't understand the expressions of the two men, but she sensed that something was wrong. The two men were obviously rejecting her—especially the man with long black hair, his eyes were extremely cold.

When Xiaozhi-chan went to take a shower, Curacao was standing outside the bathroom waiting for her to come out.

"Curaçao," the man in the knit hat with the menacing eyes approached, "don't stick to the pure wheat all the time."

Although Curacao lost his memory, his eyes still exuded sharpness: "Which rye whiskey belongs to Xiaozhi?"

Rye paused: "Boyfriend."

Eh?Boyfriend?

Curacao knows that boyfriend refers to a romantic relationship between a man and a woman.

Curacao nodded, but didn't quite believe him.

Sure enough, when he was helping to clean up the dishes in the kitchen after dinner, the blond bourbon also said: "Curaçao, when you get better, you can rent a house by yourself. Pure wheat is your boss, not your nanny." .”

Curacao asked again: "What's the relationship between bourbon whiskey and Xiaozhi sauce?"

Bourbon hesitated for a moment: "Boyfriend."

Eh?Boyfriend again?

Curacao narrowed his eyes slightly: neither of these two people can be trusted.

She just lost her memory, and she is not a fool.

...

In the evening, Curacao was already under the covers, and she looked at Tomo Fujima next to him and put down the book in his hand, thinking.

It's dangerous for Xiaozhi-chan to live with these two men who have bad intentions for her.

But Xiaozhi is too busy, she has a lot of things to deal with throughout the day, training, work, tasks, study, every moment is fully arranged, she has no time to detect and deal with the threat from those two men.

"I'm turning off the light," Fujima Tomo said, "Good night."

"Yeah," Curacao replied.

The room suddenly darkened.

The eyes that have not yet adapted to the dark environment are completely dark.

"Xiaozhi, can you tell the story of our first meeting again?" Curacao asked.

"Okay, I'm starting," Fujima replied, "I bought a helicopter..."

In the darkness, Curacao pursed his lips slightly.

She knew that she had asked Xiaozhi to tell her this story several times: Xiaozhi bought a helicopter and rushed down when he saw her being chased and killed during the test flight, but the operation error crashed. Get off Xiaozhi.

It is the relationship that saved each other.

The author has something to say:

1. "Can I tell the story of choosing me from a bunch of dogs again?" "

2. On how rich the color of the safe house is:

Orange represents the police dog Xiaozhi in uniform (the little orange cat is still a little golden retriever); white represents Curacao with silver hair (little white lotus appeared);

Green means that the pupil color is green/the rye with a piece of green grass above the head (small green tea)

Brown is a bourbon with brown skin (little black face)

In addition, the recent blowout update is really about to reveal the plot point of Akai's identity. I am also excited. I can't stop. Don't dislike me for two or three changes a day.

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