Officer Twilight drove over and got out of the car, and at a glance he saw the north wind.

This old brother walks unhurriedly, not like he saved the scene just now, but more like he came to hang out in the middle of the night.

But it will never be a passerby.

Like a star.

There were many men and women around who asked for contact information, and Twilight was a little curious about how there could be a man, and before he could figure it out, he turned around and saw Kudo Shinichi coming out of the store.

Eyes brighten.

At this moment, Kudo Shinichi is lying in the palm of his hand, a black dinosaur necklace is lying on the outside, which doesn't look very cute on the outside, but Kudo Shinichi thinks that the most important thing to give girls is to match some of their own characteristics.

The big dinosaur may have been crooked, and the dragon head made of it just stood up with a sharp horn, red eyes, and a fierce look, just like the angry Xiaolan.

Moreover, it's a bit fierce!

It seems like there's more than a little... Chest?

Thinking about it, his face was like a peach, but fortunately, in order to hide his identity, his face was also covered with a mask. Otherwise, just based on his performance just now, a certain soliciting woman on the side has a good reason to bring him into the backstreet cowherd shop, by the way, in Japan, the cowherd is a serious profession!

"Brother Kudo!" Officer Twilight's call interrupted Shinichi Kudo's impure brain, and he glanced up at Twilight slightly, and said hello, "Long time no see." ”

"yes, long time no see! Brother Kudo. Twilight patted him on the shoulder, giving him some encouragement.

"That, Officer Twilight, reminiscing about the old days or something, and then talking about it, I suddenly remembered that there was something else." Shinichi Kudo smiled and removed the hand from his shoulder.

"Is that so, that's a pity, I originally wanted to invite you to sit in the bureau, look, the police cars are parked, just waiting for you to get in the car." Officer Twilight looked regretful.

Washing machine: "......"

He really didn't want to be treated like a prisoner.

"Haha, I'll say goodbye first, and we'll talk about it next time." Kudo Shinichi touched his head and walked towards the north wind, walking and walking, and suddenly found that Officer Twilight was still following him, his stomach was almost against his ass, and Kudo Shinichi was tense at the moment.

Seeing Twilight coming over, Beifeng handed him the black push box and said in a calm tone, "Bomb." ”

Twilight's face turned pale in an instant, and she quickly opened the box, took out the bomb that had dismantled the wiring, and put it in a heat-insulated plastic bag.

"By the way, Brother Beifeng, do you want to come and sit with me?" Twilight also asked, this train incident has saved so many people, and it is always necessary to give some recognition and encouragement.

"No, Kudo's old cold leg has a seizure, I'll take him to the hospital now."

"Is that so?" Twilight is not here this time, he is now with a big belly with explosives, and he must think about his own life safety first. Thank you so much this time! I'm back in the game, goodbye. ”

Saying goodbye to the twilight, Kudo Shinichi glanced at the north wind with resentment, and complained: "Do I have old cold legs?" How I don't know. ”

"Does a psychopath feel like he's mentally ill?" The North Wind, who is a head taller than Kudo Shinichi, responds with persuasive words that vividly prove that Kudo Shinichi's point of view is wrong.

Kudo: "......"

That's completely different, please!

"Won't lie, got you hurt, sorry."

"Ah, what did you say?" Kudo Shinichi's ears turned red for a moment.

"I said, get out, hurry up and go on a date."

Beifeng watched Hanhan's washing machine run away, and always felt that he had forgotten something, and it seemed that the ladyboy had prepared a little surprise for him, well... Forget it, it doesn't matter.

……

The night breeze blew in through the windowsill, and the dim streetlamps shone in the corners of the windows, creating a long triangular reflection.

After extinguishing the cigarette and seeing the light not far away, Gin walked over and rubbed the net, and then. I took out my phone with a heartbeat, and my fingers skillfully flipped the interface to someone's mobile phone number.

…… To fight, or not to fight?

There are few times in my life that I have been entangled, and I have basically planted it all on Moët.

The north wind turned the corner, passed by the cowherd shop on the side, and saw the man standing at the door emitting black gas, the boys in the cowherd shop did not dare to come out, for fear that the man at the door would come in and smash the field.

Fortunately, he didn't come in, but just looked at the signboard lit at the door with fierce eyes, motionless, like a sculpture.

It seems to be perceiving something, and suddenly......

The sculpture came to life.

Two pairs of deep eyes collided together.

"You're here."

I don't know who spoke first.

The other quickly answered.

"Yes, I'm here."

……

Gin raised his head at 45 degrees, and his temperament was suddenly much more melancholy, if he had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, it would be a perfect match.

There is a sense of vicissitudes of "the past is unbearable".

Someone once said that he was an incurable psychopath, and he couldn't recognize emotions correctly.

Whether it's happy, curious, sad, sad..... He didn't even realize it.

But he can pretend to be it!

He should be happy when he encounters something happy, and he should smile when he is happy, but in the past, nothing has ever made him truly happy. So he doesn't really know how to smile like those who are born in the light.

Once......

He is still a newcomer, and the difference is that he was brought back by the gentleman himself, and there are many people who want to kill him to gain attention.

So......

Since you want to kill me, it's normal for me to kill you, right?

Finally, he watched as the dying enemy fell in front of him, and it was clear that at that time, he and the enemy had only one breath left. Gin was covered in blood, but at this time, he should have a smile, right?

The road traveled is just a memory, and the final result is that I survived!

So, in front of the so-called old men, who were still holding a knife in blood, Gin showed a mocking sneer.

The enemy stared at him and let out a not-so-smooth fart in fright, and then the fart burped.

……

Later, Gin had muscle memory on his face, and the sneer turned into a conditional anti-*** God began to gradually normalize, at least no one would think of him as mentally ill anymore.

They will directly confirm that he is mentally ill, how to say? Because Gin Yida ate too much, he laughed too strongly.

When Gin trained newcomers, he used to be more than one pee!

Note that "pee-scareting" is not a simple adjective, but a verb!

The floor is wet!

Drew a big map!

……

"Inscription ......"

"And ......"

"Ah, my treasure."

Gin muttered to himself very seriously.

(PS: The title of the provincial surname is only applicable to extremely close people, in fact, according to the custom, the north wind should call the gin seniors, but one is that the gin does not talk about these, and the other is ...... ）

……

The north wind feels that Gin is weird today...

Don't get me wrong, it's not weird, it's true.

Today is a starless night, through the hazy light, you can see the big black robe of the distillery that the man fastens every day, today it is just draped, revealing the gray and green knitted sweater in the purple scarf, the round black top hat, which is very artistic on the head, and the green eyes that are narrower than the cat's eye, when he looks at him, there is ......

There is a temperature.

The two of them, bypassing the street market, climbed the lighthouse in the suburbs, and looked at the bright colors in the distance, magnificent, like the pursuit of a dark life, and the unbreakable starlight.

Gin took out a cigarette, but didn't light it again, playing with it with his slender fingers, his tone was indifferent, and he didn't reveal the slightest awareness of the secret of his life.

"Reacquainted, my real name is Kurosawa Jin."

In reply to him, it was the same short four words.

"Morinohara North Wind."

"From now on, you can call me by my name, Wind."

"Yes, Mr. Kurosawa." Beifeng didn't react, and shouted obediently, although he didn't quite understand what Gin was trying to do.

He wants to challenge me again?

Gin: "......"

This shouting did not satisfy him.

"You can simplify it a little bit."

“…… Well, Mr. Jin. ”

The cold male voice seemed to carry a little helplessness.

"Simplify."

"Array?"

"yes, that's it." Gin couldn't suppress his heartbeat.

If the object of a normal person's crush intimately shouts the name of a normal person, the normal person will feel the fawn bumping around, and put it here in the gin, it may be that the collision is too strong, and the fawn snaps to death.

Gin was distracted and savored the particularly beautiful "array", but he didn't expect a bony hand to suddenly pop up in front of him, and his snow-white and cold fingertips were pointed on his forehead.

The deer in Gin's heart exploded.

And the north wind finally knows where the gin is abnormal today.

If your forehead is so hot.

……

The north wind concluded,

Gin had a fever.