The lipstick broke in Belmod's hand, but she could no longer care about her heartache.

"Why, do you, an old man in your forties, still think you are young?" Belmod's expression was a little dangerous.

Is it a secret not to know a woman’s age?

Gin sneered: "Yes, at least he is younger than you."

Belmode: "..."

OK, she admits defeat on the subject of age.

"But it's your choice to sit in the back seat. What does it have to do with me?"

"I'm afraid you'll strangle me from behind." Gin answered matter-of-factly.

Belmode: "...?"

I'm afraid Gin is suffering from delusions of persecution, and is in the advanced stages of a severe illness.

Vodka: "..."

What should I do? He is a little afraid that his elder brother will strangle him to death from behind...

Gin continued to write for a while, and when he noticed that Bermod was silent, he raised his head and said again: "Anyway, you have more money, so go get a car yourself... I don't have the time to be your driver."

Belmode looked at his broken lipstick and frowned, "It's not you who is driving."

She has no problem with vodka being her driver, but why does gin bother her so much?

Vodka: "..."

Can Sister Belmode let him go?

Seeing Gin's increasingly unkind look in the rearview mirror, Bermod's eyes twitched and he changed the subject: "And I heard from Calvados that you have a rule not to drink while driving."

Gin was stunned for a moment.

"You drank."

"Otherwise?" Belmode raised his eyebrows.

Gin should have nothing to say now, right? After all, he makes the rules...

"Oh, forget it this time." Gin lowered his head and continued to draft, his brows furrowed, "Also, don't drive after drinking. The traffic police decided not to drink while driving. I just asked them to abide by the traffic rules, so I can save the money.

Caught by the traffic police."

Tsk, the report tonight is really difficult to write, and how to notify the people in Pisk is also a problem...

Belmode: "..."

She can talk about gin and wine... What's wrong today? She's so bad-tempered?

"...You're not angry because of Pisk, are you?"

Belmode looked back at him strangely.

Gin's face darkened, and he said, "Nonsense, if this old man hadn't insisted on doing it by himself, he wouldn't have asked me to clean him up."

He is not a marginalized member like Daiquiri. Pisk is not only a veteran, but also the core of the organization... What gave him the courage to be so promiscuous?

Moreover, he had to clean up the mess left behind and almost exposed Shirley, which really annoyed him to death.

At this time, Belmode also understood Gin's thoughts and comforted:

"Well, Pisk is indeed old...he's dead anyway, isn't he?"

"...Humph, that's right."

Gin snorted coldly, glanced at Belmode without any trace, but sighed in his heart:

Sometimes, he really felt that Belmod was so naive... that Belmod might not even consider the issues he was worried about.

——But it’s no wonder that if he himself is wholeheartedly loyal to the unscrupulous boss, he won’t consider whether other members will have objections to him.

When someone from above gives an order, he is responsible for carrying it out and that's it.

But it's different now...

Gin almost finished drafting, so he leaned back in his chair and fell asleep.

The plan has not yet been fully launched, and he still has to rely on the organization to obtain intelligence... If he makes any mistakes, Pisk's loyal dogs will tear him apart at all costs.

Although he was not afraid, Pisk's death increased the risk of his exposure to a certain extent, which was detrimental to the plan.

'Once Pisk dies, the vacancy in this position must be filled.'

Gin's thoughts were very active.

There is a high probability that it is related to Pisk, but the people at the headquarters... there are not many candidates, but the handover in the future will be troublesome.

And before the person who replaces Pisk is assigned by the unscrupulous boss, he will also help to represent Pisk's rights and arrange tasks for Pisk's subordinates...

Big head.

Gin pinched his own lips.

Anyway, he will probably be extremely busy again in the next period of time...

——

"Hey~ Was there such a lively thing yesterday?"

Yoneka Town 3-chome.

Lie didn't know who he was calling, but his tone was full of smiles, "Hiroki was right to take leave yesterday and not go to school."

Hiroki, who was having lunch, looked up silently.

It won't matter if he goes, right?

It's just that he is really bored at school. He has almost read all the mystery novels, so he might as well come back and write programs...

Moreover, when he was with Conan, the frequency of cases he encountered was shocking.

Furthermore, facing two elementary school students who were actually much older than him, and a real elementary school student who was a few years younger than him... To be honest, Hiroki really felt uncomfortable staying in the Junior Detective Team.

I feel like I just can't get up or down.

Er Lie looked back at him with a smile and continued to call:

"Then what? Did that little girl recognize you? Didn't you knock her out?"

"There's no need...she can't recognize it." The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to be out of breath, "Is there anything else? Lie."

"No, no, no~ I'm just curious about what happened yesterday. Is Brother Jing busy?"

"Generally, the target hasn't gone out, so it's not troublesome to monitor." Mirror's voice paused, "I remember that Blade has a new subordinate, Kaitou Kidd...can he disguise himself?"

Lie blinked: "Hey, sure~ What's wrong?"

"I met a suspicious person near the target a few days ago... It looks like a man, but the actual aura is that of a woman. Let Noah tell me." Jing's voice gradually became colder, "If he doesn't respond, next time

The next time I met that person again, I cleared him up."

Disguise can only change the appearance, not the inside...

Their 'qi' is a powerful tool for detecting disguises.

As long as you use 'qi' to mark your body, you can't avoid their detection no matter how you change your appearance.

"Okay, okay~ I will let Noah tell Brother Blade, Brother Jing, don't be so murderous~"

Lie said a few words with a smile and then hung up the phone.

Over there, Hiroki also hastily finished his lunch.

Asai Narumi brought out another plate of cut watermelon from the kitchen, "Here, let's eat some fruit."

Cheng Shi has been staying at home for a long time recently, and she no longer looks feminine. The only thing that remains unchanged is her long hair.

"Watermelon! I want to eat it too!"

When Lie saw the bright red flesh, he rushed towards it with bright eyes, picked up a piece of watermelon and started to chew it.

Asai Narumi shook her head helplessly and pointed to the small bottle on the table, "There is salt here."

"No, no, no, I like to eat it directly..."

Lie stuffed his mouth full of watermelon and his words were blurred.

Hiroki cut a small piece with a knife and tasted it, then added some salt to try, and said decisively and calmly to Cheng Shi:

"Dr. Chengshi, please get me some salad."

"good."

Asai Narumi went to the kitchen silently.

Three people, three flavors...who can understand the cook's pain?
Chapter completed!