Gin, with the remaining sugar cubes in his mouth, did not mean to avoid suspicion or hide his identity, and the big horn came over to look at the surveillance belonging to the police officers.

"Whoa."

As he spoke, Gin manipulated the mouse in his hand.

"Here,"

Drawing a circle with the mouse, Gin clicked on the tip of the Lark's toes.

Here she still seems to be running towards her old house

"Conan's Dilumon has something to say" 165.The old capitalist is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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