after one day.
Under the urging of Brandy, the ordinary-looking Belmode said goodbye to Miyano Akemi and the others on the grounds of a company trip... and hurriedly crossed the vast Pacific Ocean and rushed to the scene.
As soon as she entered the villa, she saw Asakura Makoto sitting in the hall. She threw her luggage and complained angrily:
"How do I feel...you are using me as a tool?"
Asakura sat motionless on the large and soft sofa and lazily answered: "How is this possible? Think about it, if I really use you as a tool, will I call you specifically?"
"When I came here, I just put you in my bag and that's it."
"..."
Hearing this shameless answer, Bellmode couldn't think of how to react for a moment. She could only squint and stab Asakura Makoto with a look full of contempt, trying to let him know some shame.
However, Asakura Makoto, who could say such words without any grudges, obviously would not be affected by such sights. He cared more about other things than Belmod's contemptuous eyes.
"Belmod..." He looked at the latter's eyes, touched his chin, and asked thoughtfully: "Have you noticed that you seem to have changed a bit compared to before."
With this woman's character and the temperament of a secretist, no matter how dissatisfied she is, as long as it does not involve an area that she cares about most, her reaction should be a cold face with no expression.
She studied under Kuroba Toichi, and like Kaitou Kidd, she also has an elusive poker face.
An expression of contempt like this appeared on her face...it was really abnormal.
"Oh, really?" Belmode didn't realize that she had changed a lot. Maybe it was because of her nature, or maybe it was because of her unconscious interactions with the angel ladies.
"Yes...for example, now, you would never use this..." Asakura considered it for a moment before continuing, "a mocking tone."
"..." Belmode tore off the disguise on her face, calmed down her expression, and returned to that enigmatic face. This action meant that she had realized that what Brandy said was true.
Changes like this are very easy to discover after you think about it for a while.
But having said that, there is still a lot of room for her to talk about.
"Maybe it's because I've realized that you don't need to be polite when dealing with people like you."
Belmode sat down on the single sofa next to him and shrank into it, looking up at the texture on the ceiling to relieve the fatigue of the long journey.
Asakura looked at her delicate face, adjusted her sitting posture slightly, and kindly reminded: "Pay attention to your image, Ms. Chris, with your current status, if there is a scandal about a famous actress secretly visiting a mysterious person. .....That wouldn’t be good.”
After hearing his reminder, Belmod not only did not become serious, but instead rested on the armrest of the sofa, tilting his head and looking up and down Asakura's whole body with seductive eyes. His uneven body was displayed on the sofa for everyone to see. I couldn't help but feel the hot and beautiful curves in my heart.
Her charm does not distinguish between men and women.
Such beautiful scenery...
Asakura was really unmoved. His face was expressionless and he watched the performance of this actress at the level of a movie queen with eyes that had nothing to do with him.
"...Tsk." Seeing that he didn't see the reaction he wanted, Belmode lay back on the sofa and said lazily, "Your reaction really makes me doubt my own charm. "
"As for your charm, you can rest assured. I'm afraid no one I've ever met can compare to you."
Because the big star’s contribution will be needed next, Asakura Makoto is not stingy with the kind words he can say at this moment, “Of course, if you can take out the gun hidden on your body first, I think your charm in my eyes will be Bigger.”
Belmod's casualness was limited to her words. If anyone really believed her lies, they would probably be held at gunpoint for a forced calm down in the next second.
"real?"
The silver-haired witch regained her energy, reached out from her chest and took out a pocket pistol and threw it in front of Asakura Makoto, "What now?"
Now......
Asakura looked at the pistol in front of him, and then at the woman with a look of anticipation in her eyes——
He sighed, reached for the gun, played with it twice and pointed it at Belmode.
"boom."
Along with the movement of his hands, Brandy simulated the sound of firing a gun.
After completing this action, with Belmode's expression unchanged, he threw the gun back, stood up from the sofa and said, "Now...it's time to get down to business."
Belmod put the gun back and followed Asakura: "Did that move just now go too far?"
Even though she knew Brandy wouldn't do anything to her, her heartbeat almost skipped a beat when she was pointed at a gun.
Of course, she acted very well, and her confidence did not let Brandy notice this.
"It's nothing, I just think you've been having a little too much fun these days. I'll use this method to help you get back to your state as soon as possible." Although Asakura promised not to interfere with Belmod's games, he usually monitors Miyano Akemi. Still indispensable.
Naturally, he also took note of Naomi Koyama's performance.
"Thank you very much for your kindness, but you have to know that it was just an impromptu performance."
"Yeah, let's improvise." Asakura really didn't think his eyes were wrong, but due to Belmod's insistence, he didn't want to say anything more.
"arrive."
He pushed open the basement door.
Above the wall, the sunlight from the recessed narrow window was the only light source here. With this light, Belmode could see the situation here clearly.
In the pile of debris, three people dressed as servants were tied to a pillar with their backs facing away. Their mouths were stuffed with cotton and sealed with transparent tape.
Not far from the feet of the three people, a man wearing only beach shorts fell there, his body bent, his hands and feet tied behind him, like a basket lying on its side on the ground.
"How about I teach you..."
Faced with Brandy's repeated requests for disguise, Belmode felt that it was an extremely wrong decision not to teach him the art of disguise.
If she had taught Brandy at that time, she should still be monitoring that guy Miyano in the island country now, right?
"No need." Asakura Makoto grabbed Wilson Weber's hair, lifted him from the ground, pointed his face in the direction of Belmode, so that she could see the man's appearance clearly, and said, "If I were If you have learned it, now you have to do it yourself.”
"It's so tiring..."
Although Belmode tried to maintain a poker face, in the face of Brandy's shamelessness, he finally gave up this difficult attempt.
"Co-author, I traveled thousands of miles from the island country to get here, so I'm not tired anymore, right?"
"How do I know? I'm not tired anyway." Asakura answered.
