Detective Conan: The Missing Moon

Chapter 189 Eating Chicken with Gin

Regardless of whether science acts as a demon or not, Beifeng just said goodbye to Shiratori politely that day.

The dead police ghost: "I..."

Beifeng: "Wait a minute."

Not all men can invite Death to play... oh no, cheers, and besides, no ghost can interrupt Death's play on vacation.

Leaving aside the unnamed police uncle, Beifeng would like to feel sorry for Bainiao for a second, and invite Mori Kogoro to buy one and get one free for Conan's butterfly effect. Maybe it will be... a bit rushed~
Beifeng walked away kindly, anyway, no one would believe what he said, so let’s be happy~
By the way, because I did not hesitate to report the plot group before, the plot group that held vengeance now feels like a personal revenge report. Not only did there not be a script for Beifeng to read, but the manual for the god of death was broken. The manual is very bad now, it, no Knowing when, the women's costume Conan on the cover is completely stupid!
Fortunately, Beifeng has archives.

So Beifeng stopped playing the Reaper's Handbook at all.The handbook of the god of death that fell out of favor hid its face and wept in a place that the god of death Beifeng didn't know, it was crying!
Huh!

Master, with a new love, forget the old love!That Xinhuan's combat power is too strong, and has perfectly captured 90.00% of the owner's attention.

Of course, the remaining [-]% is probably the death manual for self-comfort.

After all, the current Beifeng is wholeheartedly playing wild with Qin Jiu.

jungle...

literal meaning.

Since Gin and North Wind, Pusi Qinglan and Vodka, the four of us have eaten delicious American chicken in groups of two.

On the same day, Gin asked someone to smuggle a batch of fresh eggs from the United States, and organized a rooster farm.

The boss was shocked at that time, but fortunately Gin Jiu learned the decency of Beifeng, he straddled, stood upright, with his hands behind his back!His eyes were wolfish and tiger-like, showing no emotion, and he reported solemnly to the boss under the stunned tree: "That's right, these chickens run fast, they are ideal living targets, and after they are beaten, the corpses can still be used."

The boss who was so shocked at that time forgot to ask if the chicken hit by the gin would be poisoned if he ate it. He just nodded blankly, and his voice sounded calm and calm. The boss's mechanical voice was smooth and without emotional fluctuations: "I see, Gin, work hard! I will give you a little salary increase this month."

The little bit of the boss is not the same as the "one" hammer of Akai Shuichi who hit the gin. His little bit, really a little bit, is only a fraction more than the price of ten Conan.

Rum, who was listening on the sidelines, had a black question mark on his face at the time, but even though he was not used to gin, it was impossible for Rum to mess with him for such a silly reason as gin raising chickens.

So the North Wind and Gin are preserved where the chickens are now happily caught.

The dead police ghost who has been following: "I..."

Beifeng: "Wait a minute."

Let's move on to chicken.

You may not believe it, but there are many more people who are willing to raise chickens here than are willing to be killers!It's easy to understand, after all, raising chickens is a little tiring, at least not life-threatening.Even if the organization overturns in the future, there is a high probability that an employee who raises chickens will not be convicted of a crime, and he can also acquire a chicken raising skill, which will lead him to the pinnacle of life in the future.

It's like killing multiple birds with one stone.

……

Beifeng came out of the chicken farm, holding a gin chicken in his hand. Gin walked beside Beifeng, carrying his own chicken's eggs, and he was in a good mood. Seeing those chickens with Yuzu lips, they felt very special. pleasing to the eye.

When the chicken farmers saw Gin and looked at them, they were so frightened that they pinched the chickens in their hands and laid eggs.

Worker A: It's over, it's over, Gin is looking at me!
Worker B: It's over, it's over, it's going to die!
workers:! ! !

Forget it, let's accept fate, what the hell is love!

……

Gin really just glanced at the chicken, I really don't know what those people made up in their heads.

Holding his eggs tightly one by one, do you want to take it for yourself?
……

Seeing Beifeng carrying the chicken, Qin Jiu frowned.

He snatched the chicken from the north wind, as a strong gin, he wanted to grab the chicken.

As soon as the chicken was in Gin's hands, he moved restlessly. Fortunately, Gin was prepared. He pulled out a box from the corner and took out a familiar hand buckle from it.

The same style as the police station!

This north wind is familiar!
However, Gin Jiu robbed him of his chicken, and Beifeng certainly gave way to the model worker, but he couldn't exhaust the model worker completely, and it would be embarrassing to go on an empty road by himself.

So the North Wind took the gin's eggs away.

He then looked at the buckle in his hand and asked Gin: "This buckle, the same style as the police station?"

Qin Jiu replied seriously: "It's from the police station, um, the one where you used to put corpses every day."

Beifeng: "..."

Qin Jiu was still adding: "Anyway, they have a lot of buttons... I squatted at the gate of the police station for you that day, but I didn't make it to you. The sky is warm, baby, I was so happy, so I just let it go. Well, don't worry, I kept it for you." one."

Beifeng didn't know how to praise Gin.

One box, keep one?
The gin was done beautifully.

Police ghost: "I..."

Beifeng: "Wait a little longer."

police:"……"

This god of death is very dishonest!
He took another look at the chicken in Gin's hand, compared it with the merit circle on his head, and gritted his teeth.

A bright and handsome male policeman like me doesn't even have a chicken!
……

The sun is so bright, but it can't shine into the heart of a certain gin.His standing back is as strong as the Great Wall that will never fall down. Qin Jiu watched Beifeng enter the building with eggs, walked into the kitchen, and watched the dick run along with Beifeng.

Confused, expressionless.

A police ghost floated beside him. The police ghost observed the gin from a quiet distance, and smacked his lips twice: No wonder I can't compare.

Although he is a man, he knows more than women.

……

The sun was still shining brightly, turning the gin served by the old man in the yard into golden statuettes, and the little black hat was also shiny and pretty. When he heard footsteps behind him, the corners of Gin's lips slowly curled up.

He stared at the past with three points of carelessness, three points of unconcealable excitement and joy, and four points of domineering president.

Time seems to have stopped for a moment...

"Grumpy wheelie ..."

The aunt in charge of making stinky tofu in the cafeteria of the winery looked at the spirited boy who seemed to be smoking, and pushed the cart away. Just now, her cold heart was a little bumpy.

That man is so handsome!
And it looks familiar!
……

Fuck gin!Did I see something incredible!The aunt felt that she was going to be sent to the cardiology department for emergency treatment.

Gin: "..."

As long as I'm not embarrassed by gin, it's someone else who is embarrassed.

I read the book about vodka yesterday, and I felt it. The book said that five hundred times of looking back in the previous life was exchanged for a passing by in this life.

Qin Jiu really wanted to ask, how many times does it take to look back before sharing the same bed once.

He will be very good.

There was no sound of footsteps at all, and the mask wind, which was yellowed by the sun, appeared suddenly, and walked behind Gin with a chopstick in his hands.

Pat on the shoulder.

Gin "ignores" the north wind.

Hit it a little harder.

Gin didn't respond, like a dead computer.

Beifeng stretched out his sinful left hand, pinching the armpit of gin.

Thinking bad things in my heart, Qin Jiu encountered bad things physically.

There is one thing that you may not believe if you tell it, Gin Jiu, as a great killer leader, a big boss with force value report, he is afraid of tickle and acid~ But at present, no one knows this secret.

Gin: Anyone who knows is shit.

The dignity of organizational model workers is inviolable!

He quietly covered the meat that had been pinched by Beifeng, and stared fiercely at Beifeng. At this moment, a fragrant smell permeated the air, and the large, crystal-clear meat of American chicken glistened by Gin's mouth. dangling.

"Model worker, open your mouth, the chicken is already cold."

Gin's eyes lit up.

Quickly and carefully, he wrapped it in one bite. After all, he is not a big foodie for gin, so how could he eat a piece of meat in two bites?Even if the piece of chicken is thick.

Then he asked after eating, "Did you blow it cold? The wind."

Beifeng shook his head: "Electric fan."

He thinks that Gin and Conan have failed. Isn't the definition of human beings advanced animals that can make and use tools?
Gin didn't understand the truth that even the god of death knew, and asked him to blow his saliva into the chicken.

　Sorry, there was no internet a few days ago, and the network cable was broken in heavy rain, so there is no code word.

　　And thank you for your support!

　　
　
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