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

Conan quickly recovered.

After all, these people in front of them are code-named members of that huge and dark organization, and each of them has countless blood stains on their hands.

Don't easily believe what they show, and be vigilant at all times.

They have all walked in front of them, and if they run away suddenly or behave inappropriately for his age, it will inevitably make people suspicious, so Conan once again raised a sweet smile: "Big brother, are you the owner of the kitten? "

"Obviously, no." Rye Whiskey glanced at the children who made him feel a little offended, frowned, not wanting to involve the children, and said indifferently, "Just passing by."

"Ahahaha. Lu, passing by..." Conan scratched the back of his head and laughed awkwardly.

"Then big brother wants to take it in?" The crisp childish voice sounded.

Ayumi opened her eyes wide and looked at Asagi Che.

Woohoo, big brother looks so good-looking!She is the most beautiful person she has ever seen since birth!

And he is so gentle with small animals...he must be a good person!

The little girl who has always admired and loved beauty looked enviously at the boy who was written all over his head and toes with exquisite beauty, waiting eagerly for a reply.

"No." Unlike Ayumi's imagination, the boy in front of him straightened up, pulled his hand away from the kitten mercilessly, and directly refused.

"Hey, why?" Ayumi was a little anxious.

"Yeah, you were so nice to the kitten just now..." Guangyan looked at the kitten who was reluctant to let go of the boy, and the faint "meow" sound made people feel unbearable, "If you don't want to take it away, why bother to treat it?" So good?"

"Mitsuhiko!" Noticing the slight change in the expression of the silver-haired boy, Conan's heart tightened.

"It's okay." Qian Yuche seemed to know Conan's worry, and just glanced at them lightly.

A hasty smile appeared on his pale face, "A homeless stray dog ​​will not pick up a stray cat."*

After speaking, he turned around without saying anything more, leaving only a few children who were at a loss where they were.

"Ayumi, what's the matter?" Seeing Ayumi staring blankly in the direction Qian Yuche left, Conan was a little worried.

"It's nothing, it's just that big brother..." Facing the concern of her companion, Ayumi shook her head, feeling a little sour inexplicably, "It seems very sad."

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on the other side.

Toru Amuro dutifully held an umbrella for Asagi Che, taking care not to let him get caught in the rain.

...It's like the old butler who worries about the noble young master.

Toru Amuro seemed to be casual: "Asaba, why are you homeless? Is the food made in Scotland not delicious?"

Scotland cooperated and said, "I'm already researching new dishes, can we try them together someday?"

This child, why are you so dizzy again?

Undercover*3 feels tired.

The FBI who did not light up their cooking skills silently shut up.

He can snipe him, he can fight him, and he can search, infiltrate, pretend to reason, and so on.

But he really didn't expect that the skill he needs most in his current undercover career is cooking.

It's cooking...

Gee.

The FBI was a little tired.

He looked at the silver-haired boy.

Unexpectedly, the teenager who was groomed in the past should have made more demands on Scotland at this time, such as what style of dessert, how much sugar to put, shape, raw materials and so on.

But not today, still kept silent.

Even the sense of alienation that was looming before has been taken a step further. The sense of separation between the whole person and the world cannot be ignored. It seems that the young man is a traveler who has strayed into the world, but lost his way, no way back, no way back, a lonely ghost.

Homeless dingoes... huh?

Just now, through a stray kitten, Qian Yuche inexplicably remembered the days in Yokohama.

All of us are just a group of wild dogs pursuing the meaning of life.

"It's okay." Qian Yuche looked at the faces of the three people who didn't know what they were thinking, and pulled away from his own world a little bit, "Scottish food is still very good..."

Before they finished speaking, the three of them saw the silver-haired boy stop suddenly. The light rain made those gray-blue eyes, which could easily see through people's hearts, look even more breathtaking, but at this moment, the pupils in those beautiful eyes were a bit blurry. Distracted, the face that was originally as white as snow now has no trace of blood——

"What's the matter?!" Bourbon, who was next to him, was the closest to the boy, and immediately realized what was wrong with the boy, "Asaba? Cinderella?!"

Responding to him was the suddenly fallen figure of the boy.

Bourbon's pupils shrank, and the rye whiskey standing behind stepped forward to catch the fallen Qian Yuche, and the three of them tensed up.

A crimson flower symbolizing ominousness bloomed from the silver-haired boy's chest, and the face of the whiskey group couldn't be more ugly.

What's going on, it's not a sniper attack, and there are no signs or movements...

The smile on Bourbon's face disappeared without a trace, and he hurriedly picked up the phone to make a call.

Scotland, who has always been warm and gentle in front of Qian Yuche, lowered his face, with a chilling aura, but the movements of his hands were extremely gentle, carefully checking the current situation of the person in Ley's arms, and doing first aid.

Moans suppressed in pain continued to come out of the boy's mouth, it was a broken tone.

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just.

[Error...Error...] The voice of {Little Book}, which hadn't appeared for a long time, suddenly sounded from my mind, and the clear and crisp child's voice at the beginning turned into an inorganic coldness intermittently,

[Detection... Uncontrollable fluctuations in the original wild world and the pending curse return world...Investigating...]

【Troubleshooting errors】

[Original Mode Replacement]

[Your current ██ value is——]

【0】

What followed appeared was a man who was still holding a fairy tale book, with children's graffiti on his hand, and a man who was a little dazed but subconsciously made the best defensive action——

The Whiskeys looked at the red-brown haired man who suddenly appeared on the scene like a supernatural film, his body was also tense, and his hand was on the handle of the gun.

The scene is on fire.

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Gin over there.

"A bunch of trash." A silver-haired straight killer no longer restrained his aura, and let out a terrifying murderous aura all over his body, as if he didn't want money.

The innocent mobile phone was crushed with a "crack".

The anger was clearly directed at the Whiskey trio.

"Big brother..." Vodka said tremblingly at the side, "You, you have to think about the good, what if it's a prank by the little devil..."

The more the vodka is spoken, the lower the volume.

He also knew that although Qian Yuche was very, very unreliable in daily life, and would always go on and on for a while, making his elder brother's hair a little grayer, he still would not mess around in major matters, on the contrary, he would use A very flawless and efficient attitude to get the job done.

There is no need for the little devil to make such a joke, so the biggest possibility is...

Vodka lowered the brim of his hat, concealing his inner worries, and followed the hurried away gin.

Something really happened to Qian Yuche.

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In a private hospital under the name of the organization.

With a "bang", the outermost door was kicked open, and Qin Jiu, who was covered in cold air, walked in with big strides, looked at the three people in front of him, and squeezed out a cruel sneer from his throat.

"Explain." Gin rubbed the pistol in his hand.

"We don't know either." Ley said in a calm voice, his body still stained with the blood shed by the boy.

"Heh." Qin Jiu laughed angrily, "I don't know?"

Scotland glanced at the corner without leaving a trace.

After confirming that the man with reddish-brown hair had completely become transparent and that Gin could not see it, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Bourbon rubbed his eyebrows: "That's the fact. Cinderella fell down suddenly, and we didn't notice anything unusual around us."

"Oh." There was another sneer, "This is obviously a bullet hole. Do you think I will believe it? Are there ghosts in this world?"

The three were silent.

As a killer with high literacy in all aspects except morality, Gin easily understood the emotions of the three whose worldview hadn't been fully restored.

Gin:  …

It looks like these guys will have to go to the ward as well. 【Gin Wine's Indifference.jpg】