"Today... On Saturday, there was a bad boy..."

"Smack!"

A piece of paper was torn off, crumpled into a ball, and rolled round into the trash.

The girl threw the pen away and continued to write a report on the drug simulation operation twenty-one, as for writing a diary, let it go with the wind, after all, something unpleasant happened today.

Downstairs:

Gin on the sofa sat up, lay down again, sat up, and lay down again, like a tumbler over and over again, by the window, there was also a woman squatting with a cat walking on her waist, she wore two braids, Luo and Yu's temperament were perfectly combined, not obtrusive, but Gin didn't give her a look, what he was thinking about now was...

How to escape a room.

How to take out Morinahara North Wind.

Vodka found out about this person's information very early, and it was very usual. Both parents died in a car accident, and he graduated last year as a college student.

It seems to be the third grade that skips a grade and reads directly.,Other than that.,The life is unpretentious.。 Jean rarely remembers superfluous things, but she carefully reads this perfect and somewhat abnormal information, and then forgets it.

He Gin is a person who has a lot of opportunities, and he has organized so many undercover agents waiting for him to clean up, and he will not take the time to remember such an unimportant thing.

He never forgets important things.

For interesting enemies, Jean may spend a lot of energy arranging a vigorous death for him, but he will never spend too much energy, just as he never looks back at the dead, never remembers the people he killed... name.

The man's hand pounded on the couch, the sound was as powerful as a heartbeat, and he finally sat up with a faint sound in the quiet living room.

Although he hadn't been injured for a long time, his physical fitness was still the same, the wound didn't hurt anymore, and the bleeding had stopped a long time ago.

The most seriously injured was vodka.

In fact, the more than 20 bullets were basically filled with gin, and the gin dodged, and the vodka on one side was completely innocent.

He's big, the light there's not good, and his perception isn't as perverted as Qin's, and he's only hit six shots, which is complete luck.

Jean doesn't think so, though, and he's already turned into a computer.

If the speed of 1 pistol bullet is 300∽500 per second, the dodge time of the bullet hitting the side is 4 seconds.

The vodka did not dodge, indicating that he had regressed.

To say that it sounds like a regression, to be honest, it's a dish, the dish has to be green, and he is good for nothing but driving.

Looking at the little brother who looked like a waste snack, Qin was silent.

Belmode, who was by the window, took out his mobile phone and secretly took a photo.

"Click..."

Japan is so big that it doesn't matter what the sound is when you take pictures.

Gin finally glanced back at her, this look, the woman's wall ash, two braids, one tall and one short, stupid him stared at him, the visual impact was too great, Qin's eyelids twitched violently, and the sentence "Absinthe, you are overstepping" swallowed back into her stomach.

Belmode's usual painting style is noble, cold, mysterious, and full of domineering spirit, compared to today's ......

Jean suddenly didn't want to scold her.

But he really, never felt so aggrieved......

Sister Bei also... Never had she been so embarrassed, but alas, she hadn't realized it herself.

Beifeng took out three boxes of drinks from the kitchen refrigerator, grape juice, strawberry juice, orange juice, just three.

For the comrades of the Black Crow Organization, they are serious about death, just like treating ordinary guests, and the service is very complete.

Next, select when it's time.

……

Qin obviously didn't want to drink other people's things, but the two pig teammates didn't drink it in 800 years, and they left him a bottle of strawberry-flavored one.

Gin is angry, lonely for a long time, looking at strawberries feels like those two missing people.

The gin drunkard unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and a rainbow rose on the spot, spraying him in the face, and the water flowed down his neck, tick, tick......

There was a sweet smell in the air, and the gin children's shoes wrapped in strawberry milk were stupid... Dumbfounded.

Belmode, who had just shaken the soda drink, silently took a step back.

Beifeng threw a napkin over, found that it was not enough, and smashed another paper tube.

The paper tube smashed on the sofa and bounced violently, hitting Gin's skull, his wet hair was still dripping, and Gin's inner roar could be faintly heard.

Qin's anger value increased from fifty to ninety, and his crimson eyes were staring at the north wind, when he didn't shoot, he was a charming man, and when he shot, he was a man who couldn't be refused! When it's calm, he's a silent Wolong, and when he's angry......

Ding, your milk piano is online!

The strawberry-flavored carbonated drink was slammed to the ground, sliding a graceful curve on the ground, and finally, bouncing back to the ceiling, and the rest of the drink in the bottle, one by one, not only poured Belmode, but also wet the vodka, and made up for the stab.

The gin that had evaporated so hard was wet again.

"Do you always have this kind of drink at home?" The man said with a seemingly calm voice.

Beifeng, the only one who was still dry, found that the paper could no longer solve the problem, and was about to go to the kitchen to look for a cloth, when he heard the man asking a question, he nodded.

Qin began to analyze, in this family, there should be other people living in this house, and this kind of sweet juice is always kept at home, and eighty percent of them will be children......

However, the north wind said a word and thundered the qin.

The man was standing, his face covered by a mask, his long hair hung straight down, his eyes were slightly raised, his eyelashes were very long, and he seemed to be fragile, beautiful, extremely beautiful, handsome, extremely handsome.

The man's voice was very calm, and he said seriously: "I like to drink." ”

Jean: "......"

There are really adult men who like children's drinks.

Seeing Gin staring at him, Beifeng stared back at him unceremoniously.

So Jean finally chose to be silent, because, the brain circuits are completely different, and he can't communicate with this person!

Depressed to the point of exploding, he lay down on the sofa, and the bruises on his arms explained his mood.

Jean decided, after walking away, just one bomb to solve here, one can't do two! If two doesn't work, it's three! The loser suddenly remembered that the organization was relatively poor...

So, it's still one, anyway, the resources he stole are gone?

…

As soon as Beifeng went up to the second floor, he saw a knife and a ghost squatting on the left and right, Kazama Hazuki was a simple heart, and Xiao Sickle was empty and lonely, he was hanging on the handrail of the room and twisting.

Gray Plains locked the door.

Xiao Ai stopped beating him...

Why not give symmetry every time.

……

The north wind accidentally unscrewed the doorknob, so the door opened.

North Wind: "......"

He put it back on, and then walked in casually, a little Lori who hadn't run away was hugging the blanket and shivering.

Scarlet followed in, and when she saw the little girl's frightened Yazi, her hair trembled.

Seeing someone coming in, the girl's eyes flashed, she shrunk her neck and said, "If they contact the organization, next, the inspection team will come here to monitor for about a month, if they find out about me, Shirley's identity... If we don't get it right, we'll all lose our lives. It's me who has caused you a burden. ”

"Ever heard of hypnosis?" Scarlet grabbed her: "Xiao Ai, don't be afraid, believe me, close your eyes, sleep, everything will be fine." ”

"Hypnosis?" The little girl was put on the bed with a bewildered expression.

Beifeng nodded and said seriously, "I'm good at it." ”

It's also a grim reaper, in addition to not being able to die, the surveillance can't be filmed, and changing the memory in a small area is also easy.

Deleting the memories of the three of them today, a few people are similar to drinking and drinking fragments, which does not hurt the brain.

Just do it, the man dragged the chainsaw all the way back to the bedside table, the mace in the cabinet was still flashing with cold light, and then looking at the appearance of the others turning a blind eye, Xiao Wai once again suspected that something was wrong with the family.

The north wind stretched out a poisonous hand to the crow trio downstairs...

At the same time, at about five o'clock this afternoon, a group of elementary school students scoured a movie theater, and Conan successfully opened Ke Duxiu to identify the murderer, and afterwards, he told Xiaolan that he would go to Dr. Asasa's house for dinner later.

At this time, Conan was helplessly taking his three children to play games.

The north wind house next door was quiet and terrifying, and then suddenly there was a gust of demon wind, and the three men in black were beating like puppets, and zombies jumped.

The man in black in the lead danced very steadily, at first glance it was the zombie king, the strong man next to him danced very simplely, his teeth reflected white light, and there was a woman with silver curly hair on the very edge, she danced and danced at the same time.

Even if it is a zombie jump, it is extremely elegant and beautiful.

Conan: "......"

The children on the side were all playing games, Conan silently turned his face back, and then looked out the window, the man in black was gone, and the curtains of the North Wind House were still silent.

His heart couldn't help but cool a little, and he always felt a demonic aura.