Whether science is a demon or not, the north wind just politely said goodbye to the white bird that day.

The Dead Police Ghost: "I ......"

North Wind: "Wait." ”

Not all men can invite the Grim Reaper to play...... Oh no, yes, besides, no ghost can interrupt the Grim Reaper on vacation.

Let's not talk about the policeman uncle who still has no name, Beifeng wants to feel sorry for the hundred birds for a second, and invite Maori Kogoro to buy one get one free and give away the butterfly effect that Conan has driven, it may probably be ...... A little rush~

Beifeng is still kind and walks away, anyway, no one believes it, so it's a pleasant don't say it~

By the way, because I didn't hesitate to report the plot group before, the plot group that held a grudge now has a bit of a taste of a personal vendetta communiqué, not only did I not have a script to show to the north wind, but I also taught the Grim Reaper manual, and the manual is now very bad, it's, I don't know when, the women's clothing Conan on the cover is all wooden!

Fortunately, the north wind has an archive.

So the North Wind doesn't play the Grim Reaper Manual at all. The Grim Reaper's Handbook is crying in a place that Death North Wind doesn't know, it's crying!

Boom!

Master, with a new love, forget the old love! The new love's combat power is too strong, and it has perfectly taken away ninety-nine percent of the master's attention.

Of course, the remaining one percent is probably the Grim Reaper's Manual soothing itself.

After all, the current north wind is wholeheartedly accompanying Gin to fight the jungle.

Jungler ......

Literally.

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

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

At that time, the boss was shocked, but fortunately, Gin learned the seriousness of the north wind, he, straddled, stood up, and his hands were behind his back! With a wolf-like look in his eyes, he couldn't see his joy or anger, and he reported to the boss under the stunned tree in a serious manner: "That's right, these chickens, running fast, are ideal live targets, and after the fight, the corpse can still be used." ”

The boss who was too shocked forgot to ask if the chicken that was shot by Gin would be poisoned after eating, he just nodded blankly, his voice sounded calm and calm, the cold wind blew a few times, and through the high-tech screen, the boss's mechanical voice was smooth and there were no mood fluctuations: "I know, gin, do a good job!" Give you a little salary increase this month. ”

The boss's little bit is different from Gin's "one" hammer of Shuichi Akai, his little bit is really a little, and it is more than a fraction of the price of ten Conans.

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

So, the place where the north wind and gin now happily catch chickens has been preserved.

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

North Wind: "Wait." ”

Let's move on to chickens.

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 tired, 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 or anything, and he can also obtain a chicken raising skill and reach the peak of his life in the future.

It's just killing multiple birds with one stone.

……

Beifeng came out of the chicken farm, holding a chicken with gin, and Gin walked beside Beifeng, carrying the eggs of his own chickens, in a good mood, looking at those chickens with fish lips felt particularly pleasing to the eye.

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

Worker A: It's over, Gin is watching me!

Worker B: It's over, it's over, it's going to die!

Workers: !!

Forget it, accept your fate, the corpse is horizontal, the eyes are closed, and the love is what!

……

Gin really just glanced at the chickens, and I really don't know what those human brains have made up.

Hold on to his eggs one by one, do you want to swallow them privately?

……

Gin frowned when he saw the north wind carrying the chicken.

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

As soon as the chicken arrived in Gin's hand, he moved restlessly, but fortunately Gin had already prepared, and he pulled out a box from the corner and took out a familiar clasp from it.

The same paragraph as the police station!

This north wind is ripe!

However, Gin robbed his chicken, and of course the north wind let the model worker, but he couldn't be all tired of the model worker, and he was embarrassed to take the empty road by himself.

So the north wind took away the gin eggs.

He looked at the hand clasp and asked Gin: "This buckle, the same style at the police station?" ”

Gin replied seriously: "It's from the police station, well, the one you have placed the corpse in every day." ”

North Wind: "......"

Gin is still adding: "Anyway, they have a lot of buttons...... I squatted at the door of the police station that day, I didn't squat, the sky warmed the baby, I was so happy, I smoothed some hand buckles, well, don't worry, I left one. ”

The north wind doesn't know how to praise gin.

One box, one left?

Gin is nicely done.

Police ghost: "I ......"

North Wind: "Wait. ”

Police: "......"

This Grim Reaper is very unprofessional!

He glanced at the chicken in Gin's hand again, compared it to the circle of merit on his head, and gritted his teeth.

I'm such a bright and delicate male policeman, and I don't have a chicken fragrance!

……

The sun is so bright, but it can't shine into the heart of a certain gin. His back was as strong as the Great Wall that would never fall, and Gin watched the north wind carry the eggs into the building, walk into the kitchen, and watch the chickens run after the north wind.

Full of doubts, his face was expressionless.

There was a police ghost floating next to him, and the police ghost quietly observed Gin from a distance, and smacked his mouth twice: No wonder I can't compare.

Although he was a man, he knew more than a woman.

……

The sun is still very bright, and the gin from the uncle's stall in the yard is a little golden man, and the little black hat is also shiny and good-looking, and the gin wine heard the footsteps behind him, and the corners of his lips slowly hooked.

He stared at the past with three points of carelessness, three points of excitement and joy that could not be hidden, and four points of domineering president temperament.

Time seemed to stop for a moment......

"......

The aunt who was in charge of making stinky tofu in the canteen of the distillery looked at the spirit guy who seemed to be smoking, and pushed the cart away, just now, her cold heart was actually a little deer.

That man is so handsome!

And it's familiar!

……

Groove Gin! Didn't I see something terrible! My aunt felt like she was going to be sent to the cardiology department for rescue.

Gin: "......"

Only I am not embarrassed by gin, and it is others who are embarrassed.

Yesterday, I read the book of vodka, and I was moved, and the book said that 500 times of looking back in the past life was exchanged for a passing in this life.

Gin was eager to ask how many times he needed to look back before he could change to a shared bed.

He will be very well-behaved.

There was no sound of footsteps, and the mask that was yellow in the sun suddenly appeared, and he walked behind Gin with a piece of chopsticks and meat.

Pat your shoulders with your hands.

Gin "ignores" the north wind.

Slap a little harder again.

Gin didn't respond, like a dead computer.

The north wind stretched out his sinful left hand and pinched the gin armpits.

Thinking about bad things in his heart, Gin and his body suffer bad things.

There is one thing you may not believe when you say it, Gin, as a great killer leader, a big guy with a force value report, he is afraid of itching, and he is afraid of acid~ But at present, no one knows this secret.

Gin: Anyone who knows is.

The dignity of the model workers of the organization is inviolable!

He quietly covered the meat that had been pinched by the north wind, and his eyes glared at the north wind fiercely, at this time, a fragrant smell spread, and the crystal clear large piece of meat of the American chicken was shiny and shiny in the mouth of the gin.

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

Gin's eyes lit up.

Hurriedly and carefully took a sip, after all, he was not a foodie either, how could a piece of meat be eaten in two bites? Even if the chicken is very thick.

Then after eating, he asked, "Did you blow cold?" Wind. ”

Beifeng shook his head: "Electric fan." ”

He thinks that Gin and Conan have learned badly, and isn't the definition of a human being a higher animal that can make and use tools?

Gin, who even understands the truth of death, doesn't understand, and actually asks him to blow saliva into the chicken.