As a screenwriter, I don't understand you very well

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the other side.

"Mr. Amuro, you are in a good mood today. Did you encounter any happy things?" Enomoto Azusa asked curiously, looking at Toru Amuro who was running around in the kitchen as if he had been beaten with chicken blood today.

"Ah, I'm very happy." Toru Amuro didn't deny it, the smile on his face was no longer the same as a mask, "I'll be able to catch the cat that ran away from home for several days later."

"Huh?!" Azusa Enomoto was a little surprised, "Have you got a cat yet? But don't you have Haro? Cats and dogs are hard to get along with."

Toru Amuro recalled Gin Jiu's act of bringing a dozen stray dogs on purpose to scare the boy, and the curvature of his face widened: "Ah, that's true. It's really not very compatible."

"However," he shrugged, and paused with his flour-stained hands, "it's nice to be noisy, isn't it?"

Azusa Enomoto looked suspiciously at the subtle smile on the blond and dark-skinned man's face, and said sharply, "Mr. Amuro..."

A woman's sixth sense crazily reminds her: "Is it really a cat?" It always feels like describing a person.

Amuro smiled silently.

You can pass in a while.

I hope this time I will like the cake boy I studied with Jing Guang.

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Beside the police car.

"What?!" The little detective who had just solved a murder case opened his eyes in disbelief, and looked at Takagi, "You can see it at a glance?"

Conan already knew that Qian Yuche was very powerful, but he didn't even listen to the basic information. It's too outrageous to make all the inferences through a few pictures, right? ? !

[Conan: Kick Asayuche out of the detective group (bushi) cursingly]

【Hahahahaha】

[Today is also a day when the script team was hit by dimensionality reduction (gloating.jpg)]

[Rubbing Conan's dog's head affectionately]

[I have to say that this IQ, brain and world view are completely different from the same world...]

【Stupid child, that's the script team, there are more eyes than a sieve, didn't you see what Shibusawa was calculated by Mr. Tuo (pity)】

[However, as expected of Curry's {Gao · Conan Exclusive Case Output Machine · Wood} (manually funny)]

[Yeah, haha, otherwise, how would Conan solve the case?After all, Conan can’t use Takagi like Koasawa (covering his face)]

"Oh, I'm really envious." At the end of the sentence, Takagi's whole body became like noodles, and he was a little bit unmotivated. "One billion yen... one billion yen!!"

Conan's eyelids twitched, and he quickly took the hand of the little girl with brown hair next to him: "One billion yen? What's going on, brother Takagi."

Now that it is known that Qian Yuche is a member of the Black Organization, then this one billion yen has to make people think too much.

——Miyano Akemi, Miyano Shiho's older sister, died in a one-billion-yen robbery and at the hands of the Black Organization.

Even though he was thinking this way in his heart, Conan still had a childlike and innocent smile on his face.

"Ah, this," Takagi scratched his head, "I don't know very well, but Director Katsumura asked him to pay him at will in order to thank Mr. Asaba, and then Mr. Asaba asked for one billion in cash."

Takagi paused, and added, "I was asked to get the paper and pen... After Mr. Asaba wrote a few words, he threw the note into the box."

"What did you write?" Conan asked quickly.

"I don't know..." Takagi was a little confused, "It seems to be something, undead, go home? I was standing a little far away, so I couldn't see it clearly."

!!!

The little girl with brown hair clenched her hands tightly.

Conan grinned in pain, smiled at the confused Takagi, and grabbed Haibara Ai's hand to leave this place first.

"Do you want to know? You can ask me directly." Qian Yuche, who had been hiding by the side, came out and smiled at the stiff two.

It's really interesting to watch the little detective change his face.

He stepped forward, touched the top of Hui Yuanai's trembling head, bent down, stared seriously at the little girl's somewhat bewildered pupils, and sighed: "Don't worry."

In the boy's gray-blue eyes was a rare tenderness: "I know the pain of losing a loved one...and also,"

He showed a sincere smile, and even Takagi beside him couldn't help being stunned.

"The dead souls will eventually find their way home and embrace their loved ones in another life."

The pleasant voice was like a breeze, cleansing one's soul, and slowly stopping Huiyuan's trembling body.

"Embracing...again with your loved ones?" Miyano Shiho's voice was very soft, and his tone was full of confusion.

"Go home..." the little girl murmured, her voice was gentle and full of unbelievable joy, afraid of breaking the dream.

The precocious genius girl is like a child like everyone else at this time, as if she finally realized something, her eyes flushed instantly, she restrained her trembling hands, and carefully pulled the white hair of the silver-haired boy. Sleeve: "Is what you said true, true?"

"Well," Qian Yuche didn't break free from the little girl's pull, but took the little girl's hand with a pure smile, "Really."

For some reason, his tone was as soft as Huiyuan's. It seemed that a red-haired man in a windbreaker was calmly eating spicy curry. His gray-blue eyes were full of warmth, "Is it true?" Oh, I promise."

He tilted his head playfully, and said what his friends said: "Suicideists never break their promises."*

That's great, Dazai, Sakunosuke.

He sighed inwardly.

Because of you, so...

Everything is worth it.

He laughed at himself inwardly.

Really, when has the inhuman body been so emotional.

It's just that it is heartbreaking for someone who has always been cold-hearted to have true feelings.

The tea-haired little girl's tears had already filled her cheeks.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes were trembling uncontrollably, and she covered her mouth tightly with her hands to keep herself from whimpering.

Sister... Can I really, can I hug you again?

【Damn, the family members were in tears】

-

Here, the suspect himself made a vigilant voice.

"Brother, the policeman over there is very suspicious. He seems to be looking at us all the time..." Vodka looked at the curly-haired police officer over there, slightly vigilant, "Wait, wait, brother! That policeman is coming!"

Gin lit a cigarette, stopped the hand that was about to open the door of the Porsche 356A, and turned to look at the police officer who was walking this way.

I don't have such a person in my impression, and I haven't seen all kinds of materials. They should be ordinary police officers who don't know their existence.

But the behavior of the other party is as if he has heard or seen him somewhere, but if this is the case, he should know his identity. As a policeman, he definitely shouldn't have this attitude...

Gin narrowed his eyes, and a storm surged in his dark green pupils.

Whereabouts are impossible to tell (Cindrella:?), so this officer...

Tsk, in this place, it's a bit troublesome to deal with.

Gin rubbed Beretta in his arms with a stern look.

Matsuda Jinping is getting closer and closer to the killer.

Just when Matsuda was about to hit GG(?)——

Qin Jiu suddenly stopped what he was doing, looked at the bag that the policeman was showing after the car drove away half of his body, and fell silent.

The killer with strong sniping ability has excellent eyesight, and can easily see the pattern and name of the cake shop printed on it.

Gin:  …

Got it, it's because it's related to Cinderella.

He casually pinched out the cigarette, and said lightly into the vodka: "It should be related to that brat. There is a high probability that we don't know our identities. It's just that the brat pushed something on me."

Vodka: [Big brother, big brother, you are conscious.jpg]

Matsuda Jinpei turned his wrist slightly, and walked in front of the two of them, hesitant.

——I always feel that these two people really don't seem to be good people...

Matsuda Jinpei habitually looked at the two of them.

The gun cocoon in his hand, through observation, found that the black coat with a conservative estimate of 5 kg inside was definitely as cold as blood, and the undisguised shape of the gun protruding from the waist of the big guy...

Matsuda Jinping:! ! !

His heart sank slightly.

These two people in front of them are definitely criminals who have blood on their hands, but they can appear in front of people so openly in the center of Tokyo. Even the car is an arrogant antique luxury car, and the big man next to him is very subtle to the silver-haired man. The biggest possibility is that the two people in front of them belong to the same very large dark organization, and they have ranks, and the silver-haired man is the boss of the big man.

So, what is the relationship between them and the little genius...?

A threat, or an accomplice he doesn't want to think about? !

But maybe it was his personal feelings, his intuition, or maybe it was the time he spent together that made him not think that Holmes would be Moriarty.

"Ah, hello, may I ask if you are..." Matsuda hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Is it Koasaba's elder brother?"

"Oh?" Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows with great interest, most of the cold breath on his body dissipated, "That kid told you that?"

Matsuda looked at Gin through the sunglasses, and said helplessly: "That's not true... It's just that I heard Xiao Asao's description, and you have the same hair color, so I think you may be brothers."

Qin Jiu hooked the corners of his mouth, and his face rarely showed any sinister meaning: "Then how did he describe it?"

Matsuda was silent for a moment, then said vaguely, "I didn't say anything..."

Mainly, some descriptions are difficult for him to express.

Gin had expected it, and just sneered.

He knew that the little devil would not say anything good to him.

"However, you..." Matsuda said hesitantly, feeling that he had to ask clearly, "Did you teach him something strange?"

Damn it, if the little genius is being threatened, the motivation to teach him these things is very suspicious.

Seduce?

He has heard a little about some of the hobbies of the upper class that cannot be brought to the table.

Gin: ?

Vodka: ?

[Do you know what you are talking about.jpg]

What can they teach the little devil?Obviously they have been taught to be human many times, okay? ? ! (bushi)

Matsuda licked his lower lip: "For example, borrowing clothes from a strange man whom he hasn't known for a few days..."

Facing Gin Jiu's incomprehensible gaze, Matsuda realized that there was a high probability that his judgment was wrong, but he still bit the bullet and said, "That's right, the ambiguous one..."

Gin, who had been forced to accept Belmode's harassment several times before, understood.

The ruthless killer calmly(?) asked, "Where is he now?"

He hasn't heard from Cinderella for many days, and he hasn't accepted the task in the past few days. The winery model worker originally decided to beat and beat, so that people can mix in the red side and stir up the muddy water. At the same time, he can't forget the organization's task. The kid's mind is just a matter of minutes.

But he really didn't expect at the time that Cinderella seems to be doing well in the red team now. According to the organization's intelligence network, the upper echelons of the Metropolitan Police Department gave Cinderella a lot of freedom and power. I can tell.

Although these powers are only at the outermost layer and are not considered the core at present, it is already a surprise for the organization.

It just so happened that the Boss also agreed to let the boy go to relax in order to conduct research better.

but……

What the police officer just said is very interesting.

Did that brat deserve a beating again? ? !

And pushed the pot to him.

Ha ha.

Had a good time, Cinderella.

Gin took a deep breath, looked at the two big bags in Matsuda's hand, frowned, and said without waiting for his answer: "...Have you bought bandages yet? Let's go buy bandages first, no?" If you buy it back, that kid is going to make trouble."

Gin: Don’t ask, it’s about personal experience.

But Cinderella can't beat and scold, which makes people extremely depressed.

Matsuda was stunned for a moment, and narrowed his eyes under the sunglasses: "What bandage? Is Xiao Asaba injured?"

Gin's dark green eyes slightly enlarged: "? Didn't that brat say that the bandage is the body and will never be removed??!"

The two looked at each other.

Rao was as dull as vodka, and even found something wrong with the atmosphere.

Qin Jiu said coldly: "Where is the person?"

Did you remove the bandage...

Dark green rolled in Topkiller's eyes.

He understood why Cinderella was bandaged.

and so……

People who are already covered in mud can't extravagantly seek salvation.

What a surprise.

Could someone like Cinderella be fooled by stupid tenderness?

But don't jump into the flame like that woman in Belmode.

Light only burns darkness.

[Cinderella:?You think a lot, just casually (Indifference.jpg)]

Feeling the hard object on his waist, Matsuda cursed secretly in his heart, and the sunglasses concealed his worry: "...Follow me."

Why has he never heard of such a huge terrorist organization?

But don't let anything happen, little genius.

[Gin:?Thank you, I'm the one who's going to have an accident, right? (bushi)]