Detective Conan: The Missing Moon

Chapter 147 Wild Chrysanthemum Plus "The Moon Reflected in Two Springs"

Of course, this fever is not an ordinary fever. After Beifeng went back and forth, inside and out... um, no, anyway, Beifeng checked his body carefully, and then looked at Gin Jiu's face, and suddenly found that he... this is!
The heart rate is too fast, causing insufficient blood supply to the brain, so that the body temperature reaches the ignition point.

But... he was the one who had the fever, why, in the end, he...

Burning put his mouth on my mouth.

Gin uses northerly winds to cool down.

Teeth collided with teeth, lips collided with lips, and the noses were very close together. Even through a thin mask cloth, the heat from the breath began to entangle with each other. From the perspective of molecular theory, just now a billion points of gin molecules were integrated into each other through exercise. Wind cells, intuitively speaking, Gin just bit the mask of Beifeng.

Gin: "..."

I thought it was the mouth, but I didn't expect the mask to be so thick.

Just as he was thinking, the sound of an erhu suddenly came from below the lighthouse, and the grandfather in sunglasses carrying a lantern appeared in Qin Jiu's sight, and Qin Jiu unwillingly let go of the north wind that had only been sucked in.

This piano is old and broken, and the sound is as ugly as sawing wood when it is played. It is really like his sadness at this time, flowing against the river.

However, the wind of the piano suddenly turned, like a strong wind blowing into the lake, ripples appeared on the lake, and the sound of the old man's erhu also became agitated, like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw, trying to survive no matter how difficult it is. Go down, never give it to Ollie, even the style of painting will jio instantly.

"Good life!"

"One more!"

"No Road Race!"

"Ya Butterfly~"

There was no one there, but he kept hearing different voices of men and women intermittently. Gin frowned, thinking that it was impossible for Gin to not see so many light bulbs, so he opened his eyes and looked carefully, and suddenly found that under the dim light, The old man with sunglasses has no shadow.

"Dah."

There was a sudden crisp sound in the silent night sky, and the sound of a small steel coin falling to the ground caught the old man's attention. He opened the basket tied around his waist, took out two eyes, took off the sunglasses, and the eyeballs were randomly stuffed into the black Painted eye sockets.The old erhu man wanted to see who gave him only one penny, and who was prostitution for nothing.

"Young men and women..."

"Correct me, it's two men, read it as man and man." A very cold and serious male voice sounded.

"Young man, today's stars are so beautiful..." Erhu old man is a person who knows his mistakes and can correct them. He corrected the description and gave an impassioned speech for the second time.

"Correct me, now at night, the sun and the stars hide the moon, and the mountains hide their shapes. It is a good time to kill ghosts and steal goods."

Erhu old man: "..."

With his left hand, Qin Jiu quietly picked up Bei Di Feng's hand, ready to retreat at any time, and took out a green bomb with his right hand.

On this starless night, it's not too much for me to set off fireworks with gin, right?

And I also turned on the eye protection to take good care of the eyes of the children.

The bomb is shiny green, the old man's face is light green with dark green in it, he growled and opened his chrysanthemum-like smile, and began to fly ghosts in the sky!The erhu pole plucked at the eyes of the two with four ounces of force.

Beifeng slapped him away, and at the same time, the halo of death jumped out and began to emit a friendly light.

Gin applauded heartily.

As expected of the wind, bullying the old man is so pleasing to the eye.

Erhu old man: "Hey, why am I so miserable!"

"Come on, you are suffering, we will smile together." Beifeng handed the microphone to the crooked old man.

Gin showed a mouthful of white teeth in cooperation, and the neat and bright teeth shone with a dangerous cold light.

The old man hugged himself tightly.

"My name is A Bing, and I am a blind man who can play the erhu. I am in love with the second child of the Uchiha family, Uchiha Zhuzhuo. Yes, there is such a big gap between our identities, but at least we both love each other, so I believe Any difficulty can be overcome!"

The old man brewed his emotions and continued: "On the day I made up my mind to propose marriage, I picked a bunch of fresh white wild chrysanthemums. In my heart, he was as fragrant and beautiful as wild chrysanthemums. The song "Erquan Yingyue" I am good at fell from the sky wearing sunglasses, and I confided my heart to him, wishing his family well."

"But he slapped me hard while crying, why?" The old man burst into tears after speaking.

Audience Gin: "..."

Wild Chrysanthemum's marriage proposal is quite romantic, but...it doesn't seem right.

Beifeng silently picked up the old man with the erhu, put his stolen head from the morgue on the ground, lifted up the whole old man, and answered his doubts earnestly like a qualified Chinese teacher.

"First of all, the white chrysanthemum is given to the deceased, and secondly, "The Moon Reflected in the Second Spring" is a very sad song, and...these two plus the blessings of the whole family's well-being, equal to Zu'an."

The old man said blankly, "So that's how it is!"

"Then, play early if you have something to do, and leave the court if you have nothing to do." Beifeng seemed to throw the old man down, but in fact his hand shook, and the old man entered the reincarnation tremblingly. Fortunately, he did not turn into a parrot again.

He turned into a turtle.

……

Qin Jiu has learned new knowledge today. He knows that he can’t give white chrysanthemums when he proposes, he can give yellow chrysanthemums. I wish the whole family well, and I should wish you and me well.

what!Tonight, nice moonlight.

I haven't seen ice cream for several months; I haven't seen it today, but my spirit is not decadent, because the north wind is by my side.

ヽ(■■)ノ

Only then did I realize that the previous 30 years were all in a daze; however, one must be very careful.Otherwise, why did the boss's absinthe roll in front of me?The person we met the day before yesterday arrived, and after drinking two glasses of cocktails, he danced and said that it was very honorable for him, because he and Beifeng were originally from the same family.

I jumped over and gave him a mouthful.

"Why do you have the surname Morihara!—You deserve the surname Morihara!"

Of course, yesterday I asked my subordinates for the latest news, and they all said: "How?... Who knows? Maybe he died."

I haven't seen it until now—perhaps Shirley Ice Cream is indeed dead.

Back at the base, Vodka boasted about my performance as usual: "Have you ever seen decapitation?" He said, "It's beautiful. Killing an undercover agent. You are a beautiful woman, but you can't be an undercover agent."

At this time, Bourbon also sent a message, and a magical picture suddenly flashed in my mind: a golden full moon hung in the deep blue sky, and the streets and alleys below were lined with endless In the green trash can, among the green leaves, there is a cake-making young man with black skin and blond hair, holding a bastard box in his hand, and shoots at Akai Xiuyi as hard as he can, but Xiuyi twists his body and escapes from under his legs.

However, I haven’t seen him for a long time now, the old thief Xiuyi is probably dead, on his first seven days, I kissed the mask of my sweetheart, maybe I love him so much, I just feel that the masks are all fragrant, the wind blows with the wind, and the breath is lingering in my intestines. Frustrated, become a husband and wife, husband and wife live in harmony, the harmony is coming, and the future will be long!
I hope that he and I can return home with fruitful results from now on. When I thought of hope, I suddenly became afraid.

Who is in charge?

As for Bourbon, when I was going to investigate Shuichi Akai, I secretly laughed at him, thinking that he always clings to others and never forgets.Isn't my so-called hope now also an idol in my heart?It's just that his wish is close, but mine is far away.

In a haze, I opened a bottle of Wanli 15-year-old Moet in front of my eyes, and a green full moon hung in the dark blue sky above.

I thought: hope is nothing that doesn't matter, nothing that doesn't matter.This is just like our winery; in fact, there is no winery in the world, and when there are more undercover people, it becomes a winery.

The melancholy in Qin Jiu's eyes gradually dissipated, his fingers inadvertently climbed up his lower abdomen, crossed the thick and fit lower abdomen, climbed up his abdominal muscles, and there was a hint of longing in his eyes.

"Kaze, I'm hungry. (▼▼メ)"

"Let's go, let's wash the pot together." Beifeng calmly took up the hand of the piano and marched towards Wanzi Street.

Note that actions that are inconvenient to describe have been added.

Kudo Shinichi's phone rang and rang, but no one answered. . .

　(Ps: My gin is very obedient ()(._.`) most of the time, unless those silvers with CP are showing off next to me one by one)
　　I was really pleasantly surprised by the pure black nightmare. Xiuyi and Touzi fought under the bright light like no one else was there.

　　Gin: "..."

　　It is impossible for me to hurt others, but you have fed me enough, you need to be responsible, so, today, I was going to blow up two buildings and tear down a Ferris wheel!
　　Conan: "I won't allow it! Look at my small head hitting the big head!"

　　The helmet missed the nose of the plane.

　　Beifeng: "You're gone."

　　"Xiao Ke, don't you like to kick your head? Dad is here to teach you to kick your head properly."

　　next second.

　　Conan lost his head, Conan changed from a pupil of death to Xingtian, Conan has become a god, and Detective Conan is over.

　　From now on, Celebrity Killer Gin is officially on the air.

　　I am Gin, an emotional killer, today, I am with my childhood friend Xiaofeng. . . . .

　　gg.

　　Poetry Demon is adapted from Station B + Mr. Lu Xun's novel excerpts + self-created series.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)