Detective Conan: The Missing Moon

Chapter 151 You are Poison and I am Alcohol

As a guest, tied to the host, take the initiative to drive and enter the house consciously.

As the master, he was happy to be at ease, and was brought into his house by all kinds of people.

Saitama Chuanyu felt that these people were like tough big health care workers who didn't give money after the P, and were even worse among them, who were so cruel that they left Mingbi as P funds.

Worse than Jumping God.

Zhang Ailing said: Whenever I see you, I lower my head very low, low into the dirt.I am humble, I saw my lover, my rival, and they were together, but I dug a hole and buried myself in the soil.

Saitama Chuanyuki wanted to say, I really want to be tall, but my height doesn't allow it!Seeing the domineering president next door, Gin, I, Saitama, really want to get hard!But my family is 1.9 meters, my wife is 1.5 meters, how can this be compared?What's more, he is the master of Beifeng, and his elbows started to turn out secretly again. He is the supervisor of the model worker, so you are the model employee!

I, Saitama, take care of their affairs, and they will find a pit to bury me every minute!

Mix mud and soil to a certain ratio, expose the head before burying it, and wash it clean when digging out, so that no evidence will be left. This book introduces how to bury people rationally and how to flexibly use Chinese knowledge to evade responsibility. I wrote a lot, and each book became more and more numb.

As for Beifeng, he won the true biography of that person.

Don't talk about ordinary loli, grandma's loli and Meng Po are afraid.

Beifeng and Qinjiu escorted Ergou and Qiyu openly, watching the scenery along the way while walking, surrounded by only mosquitoes, the heavy-mouthed mosquitoes who like to kiss their feet, Qinjiu felt that his mood was beautiful again.

The night breeze is lonely and charming, and I am beautiful alone.

With his right hand, he unbuttoned the windbreaker naturally, and pretended to stick his body to Beifeng casually. Once it stuck, he couldn't get off. Beifeng had to pick up a pile of gin and put it on top of the tied trio. Shaking his head: "I'm not cold, please sit down obediently for Gin, it will be here soon."

Qin Jiu nodded, unexpectedly taking Bei Feng's tone as a matter of course.

Hey, why do you want to stay at the house of this mosaic-faced kid? You can live in an apartment together.

The apartment is large enough to accommodate two people, and he would even prefer a smaller house. ...

Pity……

Well, I would like to add that the doors of the apartment rooms are all separate, and Gin never climbs into bed at night, nor does he hide a spare key, really.

Gin, is a good man, really.

Besides, he personally set the "rule that no one is allowed to enter the piano room and sleep on the piano bed". Gin wine allows someone to cross his bottom line and go wild.

Certainly not because of his changeability.

just because of…

It's him.

……

yes of course you can.

……

Saitama Chuanyuki's face was pale and trembling, the talisman attached to her head was glowing, her eyes were suddenly closed and then opened, emitting the light of a big light bulb, like the eyes of an aluminum alloy dog ​​under a electron microscope.

Granny Meng completely controlled her body, while the soul of President Saitama was temporarily squeezed out. She looked up at the white ceiling in confusion, only to realize that she was standing on her head, or from the perspective of a ghost, standing on her head was the right direction. His head and feet have not been reversed, and his head has not moved.

The girl who has never been noticed by Conan is still alive.

……

Across the wall, the black windbreaker lurks like a bat.

Waiting is the worst poison.

You are poison and I am wine, poison and wine are indispensable.

The poison made people restless and made it difficult to breathe.

Qin Jiu's ears were pressed against the wall, and his face was terribly quiet. Beifeng carried a mosaic into the house behind his back, and even if there was a wall, he would always be vigilant to protect the safety of that person.

When necessary, blast the wall.

Qin Jiu thought, this time you have no reason to say that I am prodigal. This wall is not the wall of the organization, let alone the wall of my face.

……

But the bomb is still the organization's bomb.

……

"My dear Beifeng, long time no see. Do you miss me, Mrs. Meng?" Luoli blinked her eyes, the original innocence on her face turned into a deep cunning and cunning, Beifeng stood away in disgust.

"I miss you so much!" Meng Po was elated like a girl in Huaichun.

"That's enough, it's so fake." Bei Feng froze with an expressionless face.

"Say earlier."

Beifeng saw Po Meng's face full of smirks "swipe" and immediately turned expressionless (⊙_⊙), as calm as a flat face.

"It caused me to waste so many expressions," Meng Po added.

Beifeng nodded earnestly, "Well, the face of the little girl was laughed out of Curator Jin's emoji by you, look at you, it doesn't matter if you waste your emoji, and it's causing trouble to others. You're just a person in a cover. hit."

The inverted soul on the side nodded in cooperation.It's hard for her to make her Saitama Chuanyuki's cute face into a husky.

Granny Meng, whose grades in Hell Chinese are mediocre every year, is frowning.

Is the person in the case the fool who was laughed to death by his prospective girlfriend?My mother-in-law Meng obviously doesn't even have a girlfriend, so how can I compare like this?
The No. [-] Scholar in Hell is out of level~
Granny Meng shook her head, the eyes of the dead fish turned outward, and she opened her mouth and began to chat seriously: "I'm dead, yes, I'm dead again."

"Oh." Beifeng responded uneventfully, turned his head and left.

I still thought it was a big deal.

That's it?

The hell was not pierced by Monkey Sun, don't panic.

"You are ruthless! Aren't you curious about who killed me? Or how dare he kill me! My mother-in-law Meng has an immortal body and an immortal soul, so how did he kill me?"

"Not curious."

Beifeng is really not curious, what does it feel like to die, I don't feel it...

The soul is immortal, the body is gone, and it’s okay to go to the Wangchuan River to make do with it. There are so many elements.

"You don't understand the horror of that thing. It is... an existence that can eat up souls. Let alone our little immortal soul, immortal... the so-called immortality is not truly eternal, it is swallowed and digested by that powerful soul , you have become a part of it, you are no longer yourself, this is the real meaning of death, your soul is no longer you, simply put, it is a glass of water, the glass is still there, but the core has changed from water to milk .”

"What's the difference? You can drink all of them. After drinking the milk, the cup is still a cup."

Po Meng's eyes widened in disbelief.

"That's right..."

But in front of that kind, how can the god of death, who is as weak as a swimming fish, be able to fight?Unless it's the boss who likes to dress men in women's clothes in person...

Po Meng thought for a while, and decided to tell Beifeng a secret, as long as she yelled "I want to wear women's clothes" to the sky, that terrible woman would come, and she would throw into her arms a food as colorful as the Chinese food system with a sweet smile. women's clothing.

While Po Meng was thinking about things, Beifeng contacted the history book of hell.

Well, if you want to say something so powerful, it is the only one...

In the old East they called it... He.

They are all excellent criminals. One is more capable of spreading cults than the other. They can even fool eighty-year-old male believers into jumping up in public with a topless version of the Pure Land of Bliss, and fool seventy-year-old mothers from touching porcelain to real ascension to heaven. To put it simply, He...

Is it an indiscernible form of transmission... a criminal~
Afraid?

Not afraid.

……

Qin Jiu's eyes followed the white wall, as if through a wall, he saw Bei Feng bullying the child behind his back.

He hadn't taken his gaze away for a long time.

Looking at the watch in his hand, it took a full 5 minutes.

Leaning against the wall, holding a cigarette in his hand, turning the book is not advanced enough, Gin's fingers nimbly turned the cigarette, telling himself.

Depressed days are suitable for prodigals. If you lose today, you will continue tomorrow.

Just do it.

A few bullets feed the air, and the white hair grows slowly.

The wall of Saitamagawa Yuki's house was pierced.

Wear one word: wind.

　Reminder sent, to avoid embarrassment, deleted.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)