[Conan] I really have a backstage

Jingu Riho was nervous for the first two times, and this time, the third time, Jingu Riho felt that the gun in his hand should not be wasted.

Just in case, she put the safety on the gun first, and then slowly opened the door, before Amuro Toru opened his mouth, the muzzle of the gun was already on Amuro Toru's waist.

There are only two residents on each floor of the apartment. The bright yellow lights on this floor now illuminate the view clearly, and only the woman in the room hugs the man who knocked on the door in the surveillance, like a pair of intimate couples who have been separated for a long time.

Toru Amuro, who was inexplicably pressed against his waist, immediately responded accordingly. His muscles were ready and he could fight in the next second.

He doubted for a moment that this Jingu Riho was disguised by Belmode, but he was familiar with both Belmode and Jingu Riho. After only a moment of doubt, he could confirm that the girl holding the gun was actually God. Miyoriho himself.

What's more, the girl put her toes on her toes, leaned close to Toru Amuro's ear and spoke softly.

"I didn't expect the organization to send you here... Bourbon."

An Shi was stunned for a moment, wondering what the little ancestor in his arms wanted to do, but before he could speak, his stomach opened the mouth for him.

When Jingu Riho spoke, she pressed the wound on her waist harder, but as soon as she finished speaking, she heard a voice, which came from Amuro Toru's stomach, which was not loud or loud in this quiet corridor. Small, can hear the movement clearly.

"Gulu Gulu... Gulu..."

Jingu Riho: "..."

Toru Amuro: "..."

In the small pot on the stove, the rich and delicious noodle soup made a gurgling sound. Then, a raw egg was cracked and fell from the sky, covering the noodle soup, followed by milk, ham sausage and cheese. The gurgling sound suddenly weakened.

The creator of all these actions, Jingu Riho, was cooking with chocolate in his mouth at 10:30 after brushing his teeth... no, making instant noodles.

At the dining table next to him, Toru Amuro sat obediently at the table, propping his head up to watch Riho cook.

——It’s really great to not have to cook by yourself.

Thinking about this girl who was so handsome helping him handle the case in the stage play in the morning, but now washing his hands and making soup for him at home, Toru Amuro felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Even the smile on his face became more and more obvious.

Jingu Riho caught a glimpse of Toru Amuro's smile when he turned around to take the spoon, and couldn't help shaking his hands, turning around and twitching the corners of his mouth.

I'm afraid he is hungry and stupid...

Remembering that at the door just now, the drama show she was interested in was ended by this man's stomach, Riho rolled her eyes, swallowed the remaining chocolate in her hand, and turned off the fire.

The thick white soup was poured into a bowl with noodles and a series of other ingredients. Riho took another pair of chopsticks and placed them together in front of Toru Amuro.

"Here, let's eat."

As she spoke, she filled Amuro Toru's quilt with water again.

"It's been a long time since I ate something made by Riho." Toru Amuro picked up the chopsticks, took a bite, and showed a satisfied and appreciative expression, "It's delicious!"

It was as if she was eating food made by a Michelin-level chef... Riho didn't know how to react to his expression, but she had to admit that she was slightly pleased by this expression.

"Speaking of which, how are the people caught?"

"Ah... I only reviewed it at night. One belongs to a certain foreign company, and it should be doing business with the organization, and the other is a small fish and shrimp in the organization, without a code name."

"And another one?"

Amuro replied, "Bols, but he's not a big fish, and he hasn't even seen me."

Jingu Riho's fingers tapped the table irregularly, "Then do you know him?"

"Well... I haven't seen it, but I've heard of it."

"Oh?"

Riho should have sensed Toru Amuro's excitement—the question that could be answered at once had to be asked bit by bit like this, as if there was some treasure for her to explore.

The two looked at each other like this for a few seconds, Toru Amuro swallowed the noodles in his mouth, cleared his throat, and spoke in a voice he thought was relatively normal.

"He's Tanqueray's younger brother."

Add Lee, one of the top executives in the organization now.

It was definitely a surprise that Toru Amuro didn't expect to be able to catch the younger brother of Jiali.

This result made him happy all night, and finally he couldn't wait to share it with Jingu Riho-look, what a great result we have achieved this time!

But contrary to Amuro Toru's expectations, Jingu Riho did not show the surprise he imagined. She didn't make any more noise, and the hand that knocked on the table stopped, and slowly clenched her fist, even a little trembling.

And Jingu Riho didn't know the reaction of her hand, she only felt that her abdomen began to twitch again.

Zengli is a psychopath, which is what Riho—in his memories, call her Akira Kaedoriin, she knew about it when she was in the undercover organization of Akia Kaedoriin just a few days ago.

At that time, he hadn't climbed to the high-level position, Fengniaoyuan Qiu was outstanding, and he rose steadily in the organization, and he would soon be able to equal the level of Jiali.

At the beginning, she only thought that Jiali was a rather gloomy man. He had a handsome face but was taciturn, and he rarely talked to others—of course, it was a silence with a different temperament from Gin. People are more of a creepy feeling.

Later, Fengniaoyuanqiu cooperated with him for the first time. When she saw how cruel Jiali was to the target, she deeply realized why people in the organization avoided him.

But later, she was lucky enough to experience this cruelty.

A small amount of cocaine injection made her awake and even excited. At this time, scissors were used to cut out the wound on the abdomen one by one, then hemostasis was stitched up, then cut open, and then stitched up...

Riho subconsciously covered her abdomen with her left hand, the memory occupied her mind, and she couldn't suppress it no matter how hard she tried.

The author has something to say: Toru Amuro: In fact, we call him Additive in private.