Kuroki Ren turned around, with a look of surprise in his eyes, and couldn't help but step forward and said:
"Belmod? You're back."
The blonde put a handful of her hair in her hands, shook her head slightly, and then slowly walked into the room.
"Yes, I'm back." She put her arm around Kuroki Ren's shoulders and pushed him to sit on the chair. With one hand on the table, she leaned close to Gin, "Did you miss me too? Gin."
Gin took a deep drag on the cigarette and blew out the smoke, hitting the woman in the face.
"Ahem..." Belmode tilted his head, "You are so ungentlemanly, Gin, how can you blow smoke into a girl's face."
At this time 17bxW* Zhang Si. Gin ignored her and gave her a wink to explain the matter to Kuroki Jin.
Belmode smiled softly, hung Kuromu Ren's neck with his left hand, and pressed half of his body on him, "Xiao Ren is angry with my sister."
Kuroki Ren: "..."
He wasn't angry just now, but now he is a little angry.
Angrily throwing away Bermod's hand, Kuroki Jin put his chin on the table with one hand and stared at Bermod sideways.
"You're not hurt." Kuro Muren's voice was muffled, coming from between his fingers.
"That's not true." Belmode moved his hands and feet, "I was nagged for two days at most. It's so boring without the Internet."
"So you're so bored that you start making masks and handing them out as small gifts?"
Belmode coughed guiltily, "Ah, Xiaoren still cares about this~"
Kuroki Jin received a death stare from Gin who was sitting next to him.
"...Call me Potter." He felt a sharp pain in his temples. "How many of my masks does Pisk have in his hand?"
"Just that one." Belmod said in a brisk tone, "I can't help it. The BOSS asked me to give it as a small reward to that little guy. I don't know what he did."
Kuroki Jin nodded, and he reached for the gin bottle on the table. The vodka was very discerning and prepared the cup in advance, and the amber color immediately filled the cup.
He handed the wine glass to Belmod, who took it with a smile, knowing that this matter was over.
Potter is always like this. As long as there is a good enough reason, he can forgive others' calculations and exploitation.
Belmode opened her red lips slightly and poured the liquid into her mouth. When she raised her head, she felt a rare feeling of guilt.
Just lowering her head again, the faint feeling was suppressed in her heart, replaced by her mysterious and incomprehensible smile.
Gin looked at the empty wine glass in his hand, then at Belmode and Potter, who were flirting with each other, and his stomach was sour from not having a late night snack.
Strong sacrifice reads sacrifice. He kicked Kuro Muren's stool, which stunned him, pointed at the door, and mouthed silently:
"roll."
Kuroki rolled away in a hurry. Before leaving, he didn't forget to take a look at the door number of this bar. After all, this place might be wiped out after tonight.
It's not his fault, Kuroki thought to himself.
…
Snapped!
A trace of blush appeared on the young man's pale face.
The man in black's ears moved slightly, and he stood aside with his hand closed.
There was not a trace of light in the small room, and the man in black seemed to be one with the darkness in this scene.
It's just that Pisk can feel his presence. Even at the moment before taking action, he heard the wind.
It's just that this body prevents him from reacting quickly. Even if he can avoid it, he doesn't dare to hide.
There was blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, which showed that the man in black did not hold back. During the short time when he was approaching Pisk, Pisk could hear the faint sound of electricity coming from directly in front.
He was wearing a headset and was listening to the man's orders.
Pisk was not surprised that he would be beaten. He carried out tonight's action in private and did not apply for a report in advance. When he did it, he thought of the immediate consequences.
"Why act privately?"
The man in black spoke, and he knew without thinking that it was 'his' words that were conveyed.
Pisk lowered his head and said in a low voice but clearly: "Let Potter break up with Gin. This is the ultimate goal you told me, sir."
He should be able to hear him over there. The man in black did not repeat Pisk's reply, but paused and continued:
"This is not a reason for you to act privately, not to mention that your approach cannot achieve your goal at all."
"Trust is broken down over time. Belmod has feelings for Porter, but this relationship is not strong. After a few times, there will definitely be a gap between the two. And Gin..."
"Between Belmod and Potter, Gin will choose Belmod. Even if he chooses Potter, wouldn't he be at a loss, sir?"
Pisk explained the reasons for his actions, and in the end did not forget to explain the original question:
"As for the reason why I acted privately...it makes me unhappy to see Potter going so smoothly."
The man in black was silent for a long time this time. Pisk stared at the ground calmly, seemingly not worried about his situation at all.
After a long time, the man in black said: "Just this once, you are not allowed to act without permission before I issue an order next time."
"Yes." Pisk lowered his head. When he looked up again, the man in black was no longer in the room.
Even if he had seen this kind of scene many times, he would still be curious about how this person got out. There was no light at all in the house just now, and there was no strange noise. It was impossible to open the door or open the window and jump out.
And with his hearing, he could still tell whether there was anyone in the room.
But no matter how curious he was, he didn't dare to explore anything in this room. He found the door in the direction he came in, turned the doorknob and went out.
"...Police department, is it really a myocardial infarction?"
Mouri Kogoro was a little confused, "Sawaki Koichi has no heart-related medical history in the past. Could it be that the diagnosis was wrong?"
"Excessive excitement or anger can also induce myocardial infarction." Officer Shiratori added from the side, "Maybe Mr. Sawaki had hidden dangers in this area before, but it was never verified until he was imprisoned and suffered from myocardial infarction due to emotional fluctuations. Infarction."
Mao Li nodded reluctantly, "That's an explanation."
"Hey," the little tail behind him said, "Who performed the autopsy on Mr. Sawaki? Is it the forensic doctor from the Metropolitan Police Department?"
He had some doubts about the shadow of that organization behind Sawaki Koichi.
Sawaki swore that someone sent an email threatening him that day, but the email was not found on his mobile phone afterwards. This reminded Conan of the time in the snow villa where he pretended to be Itakura Taku and wanted to defraud the organization. When the email comes.
That email was automatically destroyed if the password was not entered within ten seconds.
This method may not only be available to the organization, but when thinking about Kuroki Jin who was present that day and the bullet directed at Uncle Mouri, Conan couldn't help but think a little more.
He asked his uncle that he knew how to use a gun, so based on his caution, if he really wanted to kill his uncle, he would definitely not use something he didn't know how to use, and besides, he probably wouldn't have the means to buy a gun.
What's more, if there were guns, the crossbow wouldn't have been used when ambushing the Megure Police Department and Dr. Agasa.
It is a reasonable guess that the gun was given to him by the sender, and it was more likely that it was given to him in this restaurant.
Those present that day were those who had a grudge against the uncle and had enough motivation to kill him, and were also connected to the organization...
Control the big one and control the owl. Conan has no reason not to doubt Kuroki Jin.
I had a meeting in the afternoon, and I made an appointment to meet at 10 p.m., but it was just changed to 10:30...
Don't you guys have to go to bed early tomorrow because you don't have to go to work?
