Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Nobuhira Asano always had a slight smile on his face, and Subaru Okino rarely saw him showing offensive side. At this time, Nobuhiro Asano's eyes contained an icy storm, which looked more like Mezcal.

　　 "What are you going to do?" He repeated, his voice slightly low and cold.

　　 This kind of aura that can scare Shiho Miyano into tears, when he arrived at Okino Subaru, it couldn't shake the calmness between his eyebrows and eyes. He just secretly sighed that Nobuhiro Asano's acting skills were so good, every role played so vividly, no one could connect them together.

　　 "Introduce yourself again." Subaru Okiya smiled and stretched out his hand to Shinshige, "I'm FBI agent Hideichi Akai, your colleague."

　　 Shinhan's mouth twitched, and he ignored someone’s gesture of kindness: “I’m not the FBI, please don’t use the intimate vocabulary of a colleague. I think the enemy is more appropriate.”

"Don't admit it?" There was no surprise on Akai Hideichi's face. "I have no malice. On the contrary, I am sincerely sorry for Arian Swan's reckless behavior. As an undercover agent, I must conceal my identity from anyone. I understand how you feel."

　　 Shinhan's hand holding the document gradually tightened.

　　 Akai Hideichi, why do you use such a superior tone to announce the so-called understanding?

　　 Xinfan suddenly released his hand and sent the document forward, while he leaned back in his chair and sneered, "If you really understand, you won't say these things today."

　　 It is his own opinion, this man is always his own opinion, whether four years ago or now, he has not changed at all!

　　 Shuichi Akai held down the cover of the document. He looked directly at Shinhan's eyes and said seriously: "I'm trying to find a way to seek common ground while reserving differences. We have the same goal, and cooperation will only get twice the result with half the effort."

　　 "No need." Xinfan refused with a rather strong tone.

　　 He just wants to be an ordinary undercover agent and finish his job well. Why do these FBIs never let him go? Cooperation means contact, and contact means risk of exposure. Since Xinfan and the public security system have kept it secret, how can they be willing to cooperate with the FBI?

As if he could see what Nobuhiro Asano was thinking, Hideichi Akai changed his approach: "Perhaps you are right. We can’t be counted as colleagues, so cooperating with me will not increase your risk of exposure, but can help you get around People conceal their identity."

　　 Akai Hideichi didn't know whether Amuro knew the identity of Asano Nobuhiro, so he didn't specifically refer to a certain person, but in Asano Nobuhiro's mind, the person he most wanted to hide was Noriya.

　　 "You are scared." Akai Hideichi calmly pointed out.

　　 The light in Xinfan's eyes flickered, and then suddenly went out.

　　 He took all the documents that Akai had just taken out from the table, and put them in his briefcase. Xinfan didn't say a word during the whole process. He carried his briefcase and left the Lu Feng music classroom indifferently.

　　 Be afraid if you are afraid, there is nothing to deny.

　　 afraid of others discovering his identity, afraid of touching his own past, and even afraid of others confiding him in kindness. Because these things will make his cold heart soft again, he is afraid that he will not be able to play the role of Mezcal well, afraid that he will feel soft when he shouldn't.

　　 Asano Nobuhira and Mescal represent darkness and evil, and even if he is under the banner of justice, he cannot erase his past actions. Asano Nobuhiro didn't want his current identity to tarnish the name Zhufu Jingguang, so he not only couldn't get close to everything about Zhufu Jingguang, he had to push away desperately.

　　 There are two documents in the briefcase, one of which is the work record of Masan Supei as a police assistant. Sila did not include his specific identity and name on the line, but when you think about the relationship between Sila and Mezcal and Asano Nobuhira, everything becomes clear.

　　 is just a Hideichi Akai, only to discover that Nobuhiro Asano was an undercover agent dispatched by the police to enter the organization, and it has had such a huge impact on his plan. Xinfan couldn't imagine the chaos that would be if the person who knew the truth was Yuguling.

　　 He does not allow this to happen, absolutely not!

　　 Suddenly, a shadow quickly approached Xinfan.

　　 Xinfan's brain is still immersed in his own thinking, but his body has reacted quickly and avoids it within zero and one second.

　　 "Bang" impact sound and "Eh Yo!" sounded at the same time.

　　 A gray-headed young man got up from the ground in a panic: "Hug, sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you!!!"

　　 As soon as he got up, he bowed and apologized without saying a word. The sincere attitude made Xinfan, who was not angry, had the urge to respond.

　　 "It's okay." He helplessly prevented the boy from continuing to bow. "You didn't hit me, and you don't need to apologize."

　　 "Really?" When the boy's eyes lit up, he bowed again to express his gratitude.

　　 Xinfan quickly backed away half a step to get away, but accidentally hit the trash can at the back. The metal chrome reached his waist, and his breathing was so painful that he stopped. Xinfan avoided the side, intending to see the injury on his waist, but his shoulder directly touched the telephone pole next to him.

　　 hiss...

　　 He thought the wound on his shoulder should have healed~www.readwn.com~ I didn't expect it to hurt so much when I hit it.

　　The pain finally broke through the unchanging calmness on Xinfan's face, making his expression hideous.

　　 Seeing this, the boy laughed unexpectedly: "I didn't expect you to be so unlucky too!"

　　 Shinshige wanted to refute it, but he noticed the "yes" in the juvenile dialect.

　　 He looked at the boy twice, and he found a lot of bruises on the boy's face and arms.

　　 Hey hey hey, can people really be so unlucky? Are these scars not caused by domestic violence? We must know that the domestic violence problem in Japan is also very serious, especially among women and children.

　　 Xinfan suggested: "If something bad happens, it is better to call the police."

　　 "Call the police?" The young man shook his head quickly, "No, no, you can't trouble the police for this kind of thing, and most of the time I have good luck, just--ahhhhh!"

　　 The boy didn't know what he stepped on, pia-ji- fell a dog shit.

　　 Just looking at it, Xinfan felt pain, not to mention a certain teenager who was injured twice just now.

　　 Xinfan is willing to believe that all the bruises on his body were caused by too much luck.

　　 "That's right, do you know how to get to the Maori detective office?" Even if bad luck always accompanies him, the youth's optimism has not changed.

　　 Mori Detective Agency?

　　 Xinfan was stunned: "You are going to the office. I am Mr. Maori's agent. I will take you there."

　　 The young boy's eyes lit up, but soon he asked nervously: "Is it really possible? Will it affect your work?"