Hearing Belmode's question, Shiraishi glanced at her and muttered to himself that he could come to our group.

However, thinking about the difficulty of double opening and hiding from Belmode...... He immediately vetoed it.

Of course, how to arrange the gin has little to do with whether Shiraishi desires it or not, he just thinks about it.

Belmode observed his brother's eager and restrained gaze, smiled kindly at the developable tool, and handed him a cigarette.

Shiraishi subconsciously took it. He doesn't actually like to smoke, but when he goes to party, he occasionally smokes a little in order to follow the crowd.

And now it's a gathering of villains organized in black, and suddenly a sentence of "I don't smoke" and then refuses, it's too undevoid.

In addition, the smoke is still his long-coveted hand...... Belmode handed ......

Amuro had never seen Matsuda smoke, and thinking of Matsuda's personality of saying anything, he felt that Belmode would be rejected.

So Amuro even thought about the words of the round - "Smoking is not a good habit, and it will leave a lot of traces when tracking." ”

Although this seems to be connotating gin, in Gin's eyes, the organization is the most important, and what he is about to say is the truth, and Gin will not mind.

Before he could spit out a word, Amuro saw that Matsuda raised his hand to take the cigarette after being stunned, and took off his mask very rarely, revealing his whole face, and put the cigarette in his mouth.

The movements were much more proficient than he thought.

“……”

Amuro's words came to his lips, but it was very uncomfortable not to say it, and it was very dangerous to stop talking in front of Gin.

So he propped up the back of his chair, temporarily changed his lines, and turned to Belmode: "We don't have many people here who are not addicted to smoking, don't bring bad newcomers." ”

"It's just a way to relieve stress." Belmode clicked on the lighter and leaned over to light the cigarette for Shiraishi, and she replied to Bourbon casually, "You should also develop some hobbies." ”

As he spoke, Belmode secretly looked at Shiraishi's expression. Without a mask, the expression is more recognizable.

After confirming that the fan brother is still a fan brother, she finally put her mind at ease.

The feeling of danger before should be just an illusion.

Chianti didn't like Belmode very much, and she held a sniper rifle and retorted for Bourbon: "Isn't his hobby just to work?" The last time we sniped at the target in the West Cup, he was delivering milk on the street. ”

The picture is too much, and Shiraishi wants to laugh a little.

But after looking at the face of Belmode, who was close at hand, in order to maintain his cold and reliable image, he held back again.

But......

How do you feel Belmode's face is a little mushy?

Shiraishi raised his hand and pressed his eye sockets.

My head was not dizzy, but my eyes were sparkling, like a layer of smoke. It felt inexplicable and abrupt.

…… Wait, smoke?

Shiraishi was slightly stunned, and suddenly had a guess in his heart.

After a moment's hesitation, he lifted his cigarette and took another tentative puff.

The smoke in front of me immediately intensified, and it looked white, gradually obscuring the field of vision.

“……”

Could it be that this mask is ...... Really no brains??

The more I think about it, the more I feel that this is the truth.

The dazzling may be due to the fact that the smoke is relatively light, and after being inhaled into the body, they have no exit and gradually accumulate on the head, obscuring the view.

Moreover, judging from the natural conversation of the few people next to them, they had not yet noticed the anomaly. The end of the world

Other words...... Probably not even an ear canal.

Otherwise now, Gin they should be able to see the scene of smoke coming from the ears of "Cologne". If they really saw it, they couldn't be like they are now, not asking a word.

At this point, turning your head sideways to exhale the smoke should ease the situation.

But Shiraishi thought about it, and not only did he not vomit, but he also held his breath to prevent the smoke from running away.

As a truant major, ah no, a professional truant student, Shiraishi keenly captured the escape.

…… This time, it's not good,

He can call in a wave of sick leave.

……

Belmode finished his cigarette and retreated, keeping a short distance from his brother, and then looked at Gin.

She had asked the question, but she hadn't heard it yet.

"You've not been acting alone all the time." Gin turns to Belmode.

He is not very strict with this relation, and he believes that Belmode will not harm the interests of the organization: "If you don't know what to do, it just so happens that you also have an invitation, so let's go to the memorial hall together and answer Pisk." ”

"Of course......" Gin said, glancing at Pisk, "once this man fails and is exposed, your mission will be changed to killing him." ”

Pisk had been in the organization for a long time, and he was also an old man who had seen strong winds and waves, and he didn't take Gin's cruel words to heart.

He chuckled, and there was a little contempt for the young cadre in his smile: "You are too worried. ”

Gin snorted coldly. He'd always looked at Pisk unpleasantly. In other words, he doesn't like many people in the organization, especially those who don't listen to him.

However, as long as the members of the organization do not make too many mistakes, all of Gin's actions will only stop at "not pleasing to the eye".

After the gin was deployed, he saw that everyone else was fine, so he turned around and walked out: "Let's go." ”

Halfway through, he suddenly heard Chianti shouting behind him: "What are you doing here, go to the building and find a good place!" …… Hey, Cologne? ”

Gin turned back slightly puzzled, just in time to see the diligent newcomer being urged by Chianti to take a step. He hit the stand as if he couldn't see clearly, and then he covered his forehead and fell back, and the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground, burning a small hole in the expensive carpet of the clubhouse, and the person fell headlong.

Gin was stunned and stopped.

Belmode also sensed the anomaly.

She returned to the table, grabbed the teacup and splashed it casually, extinguished the cigarette butts on the stall, and then looked at the newcomer who was quickly supported by Bourbon's hand, and raised her eyebrows: "Sick?" ”

"There's something wrong with your cigarettes! Handed Coren a cigarette, but you kept it in your mouth. Chianti was also crouching and watching, and in a flash of inspiration, he found a blind spot.

She had a very bad impression of Belmode, and when she found out about the cigarette, she suddenly felt that she had discovered the truth: "When you meet, you poison your colleagues first, and the way you greet them is still as disgusting as ever." ”

When Gin heard this, he frowned. It's a bit like Belmode's style.

And just now he did feel that newcomers, who have always been taciturn, often unconsciously look in the direction of Belmode. He thought it was another little lesson from Belmode's idiot.

Gin looked at his watch, then at Belmode: "It's almost time, don't make trouble for me at this time." ”

"I just wasn't used to smoking standing up, so I didn't light the fire." Belmode was also puzzled.

She looked at the half of the cigarette on the ground that was soaked with water, and then looked at Cologne, who had "I can't walk if I was recruited" written all over her body, thought for a moment, and suddenly smiled coldly:

"If it's really not his own fault, it's a problem with cigarettes...... We may have one more person on our to-do list. ”

She took the cigarette off her mouth, found a plastic bag and sealed it, and walked over to Shiraishi to examine it carefully.

Amuro subconsciously wanted to stop it, but thinking that Belmode was not the kind of person who was poisoned and didn't admit it, and she had profound medical attainments, she still didn't do anything in the end.

Belmode reached out and lifted Shiraishi's chin to see that he still had the strength to sit, thinking that the situation was not serious.

Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyelids, my pupils were foggy.