Detective Conan: The Missing Moon

Chapter 44 Ye Yue Has a Great Learning Spirit 【Part [-]】

"Today...Saturday, there is a bad boy..."

"Snapped!"

A piece of paper was torn off, crumpled into a ball, and rolled into a trash can.

The girl put the pen away and continued to write the report of the drug simulation operation 21. As for writing the diary, let it go with the wind. After all, something unpleasant happened today.

downstairs:

Gin on the sofa sat up, lay down again, sat up, and lay down again, repeatedly like a tumbler, squatting by the window, there was a woman walking with a cat on her waist, she had two braids in her hair. It is perfectly combined with Yu's temperament, not abrupt, but Qin Jiu didn't give her a look, what he is thinking now is...

How to escape the room.

How to kill Morihara Kitaze.

Vodka found the information about this person very early, which is very common.Both parents died in a car accident, a college student who graduated last year.

It seems that he skipped a grade and went directly to the third grade. Other than that, his life is simple and unpretentious.Qin seldom remembers superfluous things, but for this perfect and somewhat unusual information, she read it carefully and then forgot.

He Gin is a man who manages a lot of things every day, and he organizes so many undercover agents waiting for him to clean up, he won't take the time to remember such an unimportant thing.

He never forgets important things.

For an interesting enemy, Qin may spend a lot of energy arranging a vigorous death for him, but she will never spend too much energy, just as he never looks back at the dead, never remembers the killed... name.

The man's hand hit the sofa, the sound was as powerful as a heartbeat, struggling to make a faint sound in the quiet living room, he finally sat up.

Although he has not been injured for a long time, his physical fitness is still the same, the wound no longer hurts, and the bleeding has stopped a long time ago.

It was vodka that hurt the most.

In fact, the more than 20 rounds of gun bullets were basically filled with gin. The gin avoided it, and the vodka on the side was completely innocent lying on the gun.

He was big, the light was not good there, and his perception was not as abnormal as that of Qin. He only hit six bullets, which was pure luck.

But Qin doesn't think so, he has turned into a computer.

1 If the speed of the pistol bullet is 300∽500 per second, the dodge time for the bullet to hit the side is four seconds.

Vodka didn't dodge, indicating that he regressed.

To put it bluntly, it is a step backward, but to be honest, it is a vegetable, and the vegetable is so green that he has nothing but driving.

Looking at the younger brother who looked like a waste snack, Qin was silent.

Belmode, who was by the window, took out his mobile phone and secretly took a photo.

"Crack..."

Japan is so careless, taking pictures without turning off the sound.

Qin Jiu finally looked back at her. This time, the woman's head was covered in dust, and the two braids were one tall and the other short. He looked at each other stupidly. The visual impact was too great, and Qin's eyelids twitched violently. Aijiu, you're getting worse." He swallowed it back into his stomach.

Belmode's usual style of painting is noble, glamorous, mysterious, full of domineering aura, compared to today...

Qin suddenly didn't want to scold her anymore.

But he really, has never been so aggrieved...

Sister Bei...has never been so embarrassed before, but unfortunately, she hasn't realized it yet.

Beifeng took out three boxes of drinks from the kitchen refrigerator, grape juice, strawberry juice, orange juice, just three kinds.

For the comrades of the Black Crow organization, they are serious about death, just like treating ordinary guests, and the service is very comprehensive.

Next, select Time Up.

……

Qin obviously didn't want to drink other people's products, but the two pig teammates left him a bottle of strawberry flavor as if they hadn't drunk it in 800 years.

Gin is so annoying. I have been alone for a long time, and I feel like those two missing people when I look at strawberries.

Gin and wine ghost accidentally unscrewed the bottle cap, and a rainbow rose on the spot, spraying his face, and the water flowed down his neck, tick, tick...

There was a sweet fragrance in the air, and the gin children's shoes wrapped in strawberry milk were dull... dull.

Belmode, who had just shaken the soda drink, silently took a step back.

Beifeng threw a piece of napkin, but found it wasn't enough, threw another paper tube over.

The paper tube hit the sofa and bounced violently, hitting Gin's head. His wet hair was still dripping, and Gin's inner roar could be faintly heard.

The anger value of Qin rose sharply from fifty to ninety, and his murderous red eyes stared at Beifeng. When he was not shooting, he was a charming man, but when he was shooting, he was charming A man who can't refuse!When he is calm, he is a silent crouching dragon. When he is angry...

Ding, your Naijiqin is online!

The strawberry-flavored carbonated drink was slammed on the ground, slid on the ground in a graceful curve, and finally bounced to the ceiling. The remaining drink in the bottle was thrown back, not only poured Belmode, but also drenched in vodka. He also gave Qin a knife.

The gin that had just evaporated from anger was wet again.

"Do you always have this kind of drink in your house?" the man asked calmly.

Beifeng, the only one who was still working, found that paper was no longer able to solve the problem, and was going to the kitchen to find a cloth, when he heard a man asking a question, he nodded.

Qin began to analyze that there should be other people living in this house, and this kind of sweet fruit juice is always kept in the house, and it is likely to be children...

However, Beifeng's next sentence struck a chord.

The man stood upright with a mask covering his face. His long hair fell straight and straight. His pair of amazing eyes were slightly closed. His eyelashes were long and seemed to be fragile. He was beautiful, extremely beautiful, handsome, extremely handsome.

The man's voice was very calm, and he said solemnly: "I like to drink."

Qin: "..."

There are actually grown men who really like children's drinks.

Seeing Qin Jiu staring at him, Bei Feng unceremoniously stared back at him.

So Qin chose to remain silent in the end, because the brain circuits were completely different, and he, Qin Jiu, and this person could not communicate!
Depressed to the point of explosion, he lay down on the sofa, and the bulging veins on his arms showed his mood.

Qin decided that after walking away, one bomb will solve this place, and if one fails, two will be used!If two don't work, then three!Prodigal Qin suddenly remembered that the organization is relatively poor...

So, it's still one. In other words, the resources he secretly hid are gone?
...

As soon as Beifeng went up to the second floor, he saw a sword and a ghost squatting on the left and right. Hazuki Kazama was purely guilty, and Xiaojian was empty and lonely. He was hanging on the armrest of the room and twisting.

Haibara locked the door.

Xiao Ai stopped beating him...

Why is it not giving symmetry every time.

……

Beifeng accidentally unscrewed the door handle, so the door opened.

Beifeng: "..."

He put it back on again, and then walked in as if nothing had happened. A little loli who hadn't run away was hugging the blanket and shivering.

Fei Mi followed in, seeing the little girl's frightened Yazi, her dazed hair trembled.

Seeing someone coming in, the girl's eyes flickered, she shrank her neck and said, "If they contact the organization, next, the inspection team will come here to monitor for about a month. If they find me, Shirley's identity... Not good, we will all lose our lives. It is me who hurt you."

"Have you ever heard of hypnosis?" Fei Mi grabbed her tightly: "Xiao Ai, don't be afraid, trust me, close your eyes and sleep, everything will be fine."

"Hypnosis?" The little girl was put on the bed in a daze.

Beifeng nodded and said seriously, "I'm good at it."

Anyway, he is also a god of death, except that he can't die, the surveillance can't capture it, and changing the memory in a small area is also easy.

Delete the memory of the three people today, and the few people will be like drinking and drinking fragments, which will not hurt the brain.

Just do what he said, the man dragged the chainsaw all the way back to the bedside table, the mace in the cabinet was still shining coldly, and seeing how other people turned a blind eye, Xiao Ai once again suspected that there was something abnormal in this family.

Beifeng stretched out his poisonous hands to the crow trio downstairs...

At the same time, at around five o'clock this afternoon, a group of elementary school students ruined a movie theater. Conan successfully opened Ke Duxiu and identified the murderer. Afterwards, he told Xiaolan that he would go to Dr. Ali's house for dinner later.

At this time, Conan was playing games with his three children helplessly.

The Beifeng House next door was terribly quiet, and then suddenly a gust of evil wind blew up. The three men in black danced like marionettes, and zombies jumped.

The leading man in black danced steadily, and he looked like a zombie king at first glance. The strong man next to him danced naively, his teeth reflecting white light, and there was a woman with silver curly hair on the far side. She danced and danced at the same time.

Even a zombie dance is extraordinarily graceful and beautiful.

Conan: "..."

The children next to him were playing games, Conan silently turned his face away, and looked outside the window, the man in black had disappeared, and the curtains of Beifeng House were still calm.

His heart couldn't help but feel a little cold, and he always felt a bit of a monster.

　With the foreshadowing laid, continue to mix up the case.

　　I don’t know if you can read or understand the original ones, and I don’t dare to write too much, for fear that you will say that I am stupid.

　　Don't play Qin and Bei anymore, let's continue to play Conan in the next article.Today is also a day of rolling around~ rolling around...~(～o￣▽￣)～o. . .Rolling around... o~(_△_o~)~. . .Thank you ticket~
　　I don't like dragging texts very much, Calvin, so I usually save them and release them.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)