What's going on!

That car...

Out of control?

The drivers in the Cold War cooperated very well at this time, one twisted the steering wheel, the other stepped on the brakes, the speed of the car slowed down, stopped smoothly, and shook the wind shield, and everyone just saw that Kiel, who was intact, came out of the co-pilot.

"Stompping... Stampede"

For fear that others wouldn't know that she was there, the high heels snapped, and Gin waved his hand, basically referring to FBl.

"That's right! I woke up early and heard the FBI radio, and I knew you were going to intercept me right away, so I took the opportunity to knock the driver unconscious with an egg box. Kiel said.

"I regained consciousness two or three days ago, but the FBI seems to have been thinking I was unconscious."

After watching the excellent performance of the undercover children, Beifeng and Gin glanced at each other, and the two of them found a touch of fun from each other's eyes at the same time.

"After solving that FBI, go back."

"Peng!"

A big guy full of art and philosophy is rising, and the car where Kiel was before blew up directly, so the explosion is as good as the gin, does it know the season?

Not far away, a siren sounded.

Since we have attracted irrelevant people, we have to leave first......

"Get in the car and retreat first."

Kiel was about to get on the bus to find a seat to sit in, when he suddenly felt a chill rise from his back, a snow-white arm, carrying a handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, after struggling for three seconds, Kiel fell, his foot twitched three times, and the body was not blown up.

The north wind took back the handkerchief that had covered Conan.

Return to the car and sit down.

Gin nodded.

Vodka got out of the car with a blank face, picked up Kiel by the waist, and rudely threw him into the back compartment, where he was accompanied by a shivering Amuro.

(PS: Undercover agents don't deserve a seat)

The car was mechanically driven, but this time the vodka was driving intently, literally.

His gaze was uncontrollably focused on a person, and a smell of chicken legs unconsciously permeated his mouth.

……

Karasuma Xia Shilian sat on the side, watching a small movie, wearing headphones, and pretending to be very serious.

But the phone was taken backwards.

……

Pier in the dead of night.

"That gentleman, I think this thing is suspicious."

"We... It's so easy to get you back from the FBI! ”

"Kiel, you don't know, now we have the undercover list in our hands, your name, but it's still hanging high on it."

"I don't know, I don't know, eh I'm not undercover!"

Looking at Gin Moët and their driver in front of her, the woman who was tied up with a rope shook her head frantically.

"In that case, let's use Shuichi Akai's death to prove your loyalty." Gin said.

The gun fell, the bullet grazed Kiel's waist, breaking the rope, showing off the gunshot, and the man quietly aimed to the side.

Gin: Praise (▼ᄌ▼メ)

North Wind: Not noticed.

After all, he's not a little fan girl.

It's just that vodka alone is fanning and clapping.

Gin: "......"

No one looked at him.

(PS: Vodka has long since degenerated into a fertilized egg in Gin's heart, and is not considered a normal human.) ）

……

Kiel stepped on his high heels and limped away.

……

Beifeng just moved two small benches, and guarded the monitoring room with gin, and the boss said, tonight, they don't have to go anywhere, just watch the monitoring and eat melons and play mahjong.

The driver duo who don't deserve to have a bench sits on the ground with a stolen snack melon seed in their hands, and they are real: eating melons.

Kiel's monitor already had a battered face on his face.

"Poof..."

Blood stained the screen red, and Shuichi Akai in sight was beaten back by Kiel, who was limping in high heels, and then fell to the ground with a snap and didn't move.

Beifeng keenly observed that after falling to the ground, Chi Chi also scratched his buttocks, probably realizing that the posture of pretending to be dead was wrong, and he quietly raised a tongue and rolled his eyes.

Shuichi Akai: If you play dead, you have to have Ako adj.

I'm a dedicated actor.

Maybe his butt was itching, and he scratched it again.

is a good actor for him when he dies.

Beifeng looked at Gin expressionlessly, and saw the model worker looking thoughtful, and Gin said seriously: "Give him a shot in the head." ”。

"But I've already pierced his lungs, and he's struggling for thirty minutes at most......"

"One more shot in the head, one more shot in the head. Let me watch his life disappear completely. Gin's eyes were glued to the frame on the monitor.

Can he say that watching Shuichi Akai scratch his ass, his ass is itchy too? Can you say that? Such a face-losing thing! Therefore, the unhappy Gin decided to let the "drama spirit" die a little more peacefully.

On the screen, the dedicated Akai Shuichi opened his eyes and opened his lips slightly: "I didn't expect it to come this far." ”

"Peng..."

The gun plate was basically deducted, and the picture in front of him turned black and white in an instant.

One less interesting enemy......

It's just him...

Qin smiled imperceptibly.

……

The communication device was not loud, and Keir could barely be heard whispering, "Yes......"

I'm sorry?

I probably misheard.

He suddenly felt bored, just as the boss sent an email: Kiel's undercover identity is pending.

……

Is life a process of self-redemption?

The premise of this problem is that at the beginning of human beings, the nature is evil, that is, the original sin theory of Christianity, many people cannot accept that babies are born with original sin and have to go to hell, so they invented the theory of this sin, in short, the theory of this sin means that people will go to hell if they do not believe.

And to live is to redeem oneself.

In the surveillance, Shui Wuxian dragged his heavy body forward slowly, and the wetness under his eyes was dried by the wind......

……

The next day, it was still Rice Flower Town, and the streets were crowded with pedestrians, and Conan and his teammates came home from school together, and when they passed by the café, they paused, their eyes were obscure.

"I don't know what happened to him, there shouldn't be anything wrong... The FBI, hopefully, are reliable allies. Conan muttered quietly, today is the class of the Chinese teacher next door, so that Conan's children finished their homework at school early, and now they are idle.

"Compared to this, heh, it's rare, great detective, there doesn't seem to be any murder around you recently~" Gray Yuan complained with a complaint, and the light in Half Moon's eyes flickered, as if he was looking at his younger brother.

Conan rolled his eyes.

! He's not a plague god! It's all to blame on the dead parrot of the North Wind family! It's green, it's not a good bird at first glance, it's just that he Conan, what's it called... Grim Reaper Schoolboy!

Fart!

"Conan, today, Brother Beifeng didn't come to teach us a lesson, is he sick, or else, let's go visit him?" Ayumi said seriously.

"yes, I'm done with my homework anyway!" Motota and Mitsuhiko sang a double reed.

Asa touched her big belly, Mimi's eyes, and nodded.

What he didn't tell Conan was that the other day, the north wind gave these children. Each person left a box of homework for them.

Conan, in particular, received special preferential treatment.

Others are one box, Conan is a hundred million boxes.