People live from five to nine in Conan

There was a piercing friction sound from the dilapidated door, followed by a delicate fragrance with complex tones.

"It means mystery, women's perfume, people who like this perfume are..."

"Boss is very angry because you took all of Tokyo's business away, GIN."

Holding a pair of black high-heeled shoes with his left index finger, Belmode walked to the shoe cabinet, put the high-heeled shoes on the tatami, patted the dust on the stockings, and stepped in with his toes.

"Huh? Vodka, what's the smell on you?" Just after putting on his high heels, Belmode looked at the vodka by the door with a look of horror.

"..." Vodka took off the hat on his head with a sinking face, and walked out the door without saying a word.

"?" Belmod gave vodka a strange look, shook his head, and then walked into the house, "Don't worry, Rum was called by the BOSS to scold him, at least before the public opinion subsides. I don't have time to trouble you."

Naturally picked up the cigarette on the table and lit one for himself, Belmode looked at the gin with a half-smile.

Gin glanced at the unsmoked cigarette in his hand, which had been extinguished at some point, and slowly let go of his fingers.

"You, don't you have anything to ask?"

"Huh——" Belmode leaned on his elbow and exhaled gracefully, "What are you asking? Losing Akemi Miyano, completely cutting off the possibility of catching Shirley, and causing the organization to lose two cadres in one day, And a large number of munitions and equipment that could have been hidden in the dark... Even I would choose to act first in that situation."

"We were born to do this, weren't we?"

Belmode pursed his red lips lightly, smiling picturesquely.

Gin gave her a cold look, and said coldly, "Calvados' death has something to do with you, right?"

Belmode's heart jumped, and he said without changing his face: "What do you mean?"

Kacha... The muzzle of the Boretta M92F pointed directly at the center of Belmode's eyebrows.

"When Calvados was injured for the first time, I installed an information interception device in his mobile phone. Before he committed suicide, he sent a total of two messages. One was sent to Rum, the content was to identify me as a traitor, and the other ...It was sent to you."

Qin Jiu held up the gun, and the murderous aura around him had already turned into a real killing intent.

Belmode's pupils shrank, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

Calvados is the monitor assigned by Rum, who is responsible for detecting and solving the culprit of Shirley's incident.

No wonder Gin would attack Rum so decisively. It turned out that he had intercepted Calvados' text message.

But in this way, the text message Calvados sent her...

"Heh..." In the air that was gradually freezing, Belmode suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "I'm not interested in such a man at all."

Qin Jiu squinted his eyes, put away his gun suddenly, and grinned, "I should have thought that you were responsible for the death of the head of the Mitsubishi Bank branch, and Calvados was killed to cover you. Akai Shuichi was injured."

"Why, are you going to report on me?" Belmode reached out and crushed the cigarette, and said firmly, "Maybe Rum will let you go because of this, and start targeting me instead?"

"I don't have the habit of making small reports. If I find a traitor, I can just deal with it directly."

"Then why didn't you shoot?"

"Organizations are just a more convenient shelter. Since the wind has leaked, just replace it with a new one, or build a new one yourself. We are born to do this job, isn't that what you said?"

"Sorry, I don't have that idea yet."

"Oh? Then you have to be careful of Chianti, but she also saw that text message."

"..." The smile on Belmode's face suddenly turned cold, his eyes scanned the room, and he raised his eyebrows, "The man who took away the man who organized the entire Tokyo business, you should worry about your own accommodation first."

After finishing speaking, Belmode was like a proud queen, with the sound of high heels under her feet, and went straight to the door.

Just at this time, Vodka also came in with two bowls of hot instant noodles, and said excitedly, "Brother, dinner is ready."

Belmode paused, looked at the instant noodles in Vodka's hand, and smiled at the gin with a half-smile, "Haha."

"..." Gin's already cold face became even colder in an instant, "Pour it out, let's go out to eat."

"what?"

Vodka blinked in confusion.

I agreed to guard against the organization's pursuit, and keep a low profile for the time being...

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...

In the airy monk's house, Amuro Toru and Akai Hideichi sat opposite each other, tasting the crab meat hot pot specially left by Muyuan.

"Suck yo..."

Toru Amuro tasted the plump crab leg meat without distraction, feeling very good.

Akai Hideichi sat across from him coldly, the dishes in front of him remained motionless.

"You...you didn't want to hand over Pisco to me, so you did that?"

Toru Amuro picked up a crab leg again, hit it with a small hammer, and said casually, "I have already explained that under the conditions at that time, in order to protect the identity information security of the assistant, shooting was the only option. Suck yo..."

"..." Akai Shuichi frowned, as if he was very dissatisfied with Amuro's voice of eating crabs.

But just when he was about to put all the remaining crab legs on his plate to stop Toru Amuro from making noise, the sliding door of the monastery was suddenly pulled open.

"Sorry, Mr. Jianggu, Dasang, I kept you waiting." Mu Yuan walked in and sat on the side of the coffee table facing the door.

Akai Hideichi immediately put down the chopsticks he just picked up, and asked, "Mingmei..."

"Sorry, Dasang, Miss Mingmei doesn't seem to have plans to see you for the time being, so I can't tell you about her." Mu Yuan shook his head with a smile, and picked up the chopsticks in front of him.

Akai Hideichi opened his mouth hesitantly, but finally did not continue to ask.

Just now, Toru Amuro had shown him the identity information of Miyano Akemi's parents. The identity of his cousin was a big blow to him.

"Sucking..." Toru Amuro quickly killed the two crab legs, and muttered with his mouth puffed out, "The one who came to look for you just now is Kaitou Kidd, right?"

"Well," Mu Yuan picked up a crab leg and put it in his bowl, and said calmly, "Kidsang has contributed a lot to this matter. I have already invited him, but he seems to be a little socially afraid."

"..." Toru Amuro's mouth twitched slightly.

What a god!

Inviting the mysterious thief to eat hot pot together, and claiming to thank him for his help in return... Crazy!

"Mr. Furuya, you're welcome. Kid-sang didn't come, so you can take away any extra crab legs." Seeing Amuro Toru's strange expression, Mu Yuan thought that the other party was a little embarrassed and couldn't let go. .

Toru Amuro rolled his eyes, but when he saw the empty bowl in front of Hideichi Akai, he decisively put two more crab legs into his own bowl.

"Suck yo..."

[I have to say, the bottom of the wine lees pot made by Mu Yuan is really good...]

[Never leave it to the damn FB1! 】

"Suck yo... Suck yo..."

...

Boom boom boom!

Just as Amuro was speeding up the cooking, and Akai Shuichi finally regained his senses and picked up the chopsticks, Mao Lilan's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Sorry, Mu Yuan-jun, Miss Curacao told me you are here..."

"Miss Xiaolan, do you want to try snow crab hot pot?" Mu Yuan stood up with a smile, and greeted warmly: "There just happens to be a pair of bowls and chopsticks that no one has used."

"Ah, no, no need." Mao Lilan glanced at Toru Amuro, who was cooking crazily, and then at Shuichi Akai, who was looking at her vigilantly while holding up chopsticks. She waved her hands and said with a pretty blushing face, "I Come, I just want to ask Mu Yuan-jun about something."

"Is that so..." Mu Yuan put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, "Mr. Jianggu, Dasang, I'm sorry, I have to go out first."

"Suck it... Well, you go." Toru Amuro directly put the crab legs in Muyuan's bowl into his own bowl.

Akai Hideichi looked at the soup base of the hot pot with only vegetables and tofu left, silently picked up a shiitake mushroom, and nodded silently.

...

...

"Miss Xiaolan, did something happen to Conan-kun?"

The two walked to the empty trail, and Mu Yuan took the initiative to ask.

Mao Lilan pursed her lips and shook her head, "No, Conan...it's okay, it's me, I...Mu Yuan-jun, why can't I protect the people around me even though I've worked hard to learn from Officer Sato? ?”

"?"

Mu Yuan blinked his eyes, looked at Mao Lilan's shining perfect heart circle... he didn't see anything.

"Miss Xiaolan, why do you think that Officer Sato can protect the people around him?"

"Ah? But Mr. Muyuan, didn't you say that compared to detectives, the police are the ones who really protect us..."

It turned out to be like this...

Mu Yuan suddenly nodded and said with a smile, "Miss Xiaolan, Officer Sato is indeed a very good criminal police officer, but she alone cannot protect everyone around her."

"After all, a person's strength is limited, and a person's judgment is also narrow. A qualified police officer will never rely on his own strength, only follow his own judgment, and wantonly act like a so-called detective. presumptuous."

Mao Lilan's pupils trembled, she stared blankly at Mu Yuan, and kept murmuring Mu Yuan's words, "A person's power is limited after all...one person's strength alone cannot protect..."

"Muyuan-jun! Thank you! I understand!"

Mao Lilan stood up straight suddenly, bowed to Mu Yuan seriously, and then turned and ran down the mountain.

Mu Yuan stood there and tilted his head—what did she understand?

...

crunch, crunch...

At this time, light footsteps suddenly came from behind.

Mu Yuan turned around without any surprise, and said calmly, "Miss Mizumu Lingna, pointing a gun at someone is a very unfriendly act."

Shui Wulingnai paused and said sharply, "Put your hands up!"

Mu Yuan looked at the loose monk robe on his body, nodded, and slowly raised his hands.

Shuiwu Lingnai looked a little slow, and said in a deep voice: "Lum, you should understand the meaning of this code name?"

"Sorry, I haven't heard of it." Mu Yuan said decisively.

"What..." Shuiwu Lingnai was taken aback, frowning, "Lum asked me to inform you that your contact person has been changed to me from today."

"Is that so?" Mu Yuan nodded suddenly, "Sorry, my boss is only GIN-san."

"you!"

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Erquan Temple, at the foot of the mountain, a fat middle-aged woman retracted her long legs from the Harley motorcycle, looked at the top of the mountain, and murmured:

"Muyuan, that brat, actually hid Shirley..."

Chapter 192 Belmode urges marriage online

At night, the Erquan Mountain Trail is shrouded in a peaceful and quiet environment.

Belmode straightened his knee-length coat, covering most of his slender legs, and walked up the mountain.

Rustic boots knocked against the stone steps of the walkway, making the sound of fast and slow footsteps, showing the owner's inner unrest.

The Witch with Thousand Faces, who has never shown the slightest cowardice in front of others, has always harbored a worry in her heart, which has troubled her for more than ten years.

As a former Oscar queen, with perfect acting skills, she can play almost all identities well, but there is only one identity, which has always been her taboo and the real source of her troubles and weaknesses-mother.

How to become a qualified mother is something she has completely given up after taking that medicine.

She once thought that even if she lost this part, she would always be the handsome and unpredictable Belmode.

But that's how fate plays tricks on people.

The impudent, self-serving little bastard who came into her life caught her off guard for no reason.

The calmness she has always shown in front of that little guy is all to cover up the panicked and embarrassed self in her heart.

She didn't know how to raise and educate her children at all.

"Is it because my teaching is wrong that he can't make friends?"

"He doesn't like to talk to children of the same age, is it because there is too little company for him?"

"With a mother like me, will he feel inferior when he grows up?"