What truth?

The forums would only show the second creation and posts related to the events he had already experienced, and he glanced at them and quickly determined that the background was the same place where he had confronted Gin just now.

Ikekawa Nai immediately stopped swiping down and clicked in, this kind of striped painting style is very different from the screenshots of anime and anime that he has seen before, he looked up and down at the beginning of the confrontation with Gin, and couldn't help but have some doubts about his height.

I'm really not much shorter than Gin, why do I always like to draw this kind of poor body shape?

He was thinking about the height of the comic that was not quite right, when he saw the gin in the picture pull out a sneer, reached out and took the cigarette in his mouth, and then suddenly pinched the back of the neck of the person opposite.

The picture after that directly made the man holding the mobile phone wide-eyed.

[Press the wall pro!] You have to pinch the back of your neck, pinch your waist, and press the cigarette against the wall!! I don't care if I've been in there for so long, otherwise what are you doing in there!! (screams)]

[Abandoned building, when the two are alone, reason collapses, why not go directly to such a good opportunity!] Aren't you good at gin?! ]

[It doesn't matter, I'll spread rumors!] They've already done it! ]

[It doesn't matter, I'll believe the rumors!] They've already done it! ]

Don't believe the rumors!

Chikawa Nai gritted her teeth, so she didn't let herself stand up and directly buckled the phone screen on the desktop.

What something, what truth, how can it be made up like this by the brain!

Although he resisted the movement, under this impact, the original faint chocolate smell on his body quickly exploded, filling the entire room.

...... It's not supposed to be looking at your phone here.

Maintaining a semblance of calm, Ikekawa stood up and prepared to go back to her room, leaving it all to Bourbon.

He took a deep breath and tried to squeeze the image he had just seen out of his mind, but he caught a very faint and annoying smell in the air.

It's the kind of thing that comes from yellow, is hard to eat raw and cooked, and is often served to the table by housekeepers because of its high nutritional value.

If it were a normal day, this very light smell would not be smelled at all, but since the pheromone, Ikekawa Na feels that the sensitivity of her sense of smell and touch has simply increased exponentially, and it is easy to catch something wrong.

He made his rounds around the private room, and soon zeroed in on his fellow blonde and dark-skinned companion.

In addition to wine, Château Chaolu seems to have always been famous for its natural fruits and vegetables and juices from the restaurant......

Thinking of this, the man's gaze turned to the plate next to him, which had not yet been taken away by the winery's attendants.

The cup of vegetable juice was definitely mixed with carrot juice, and he remembered that Bourbon had carrots in the breakfast, and the other party did not hesitate to eat it.

Amuro, who had already been marked with the five big words 'terrible guy', frowned, and immediately stopped his movements as soon as Columbeth stood up.

Since the other party said that he would not deal with people, and he saw the figure of Edogawa Conan in this winery just now, he didn't want that keen little detective to find out about the investigation later, and the work he needed to do now was just to continue the deal with Kenzo Kameyama that day.

It's just that the purpose of this time has changed from you and me making profits in it to taking all the cakes in the other party's hands into the organization.

Columbai said that he would let the other party go, but he had no intention of letting go.

If all the interests and transaction chains in the hands of the betrayer are really recovered in the usual way of the organization, then it will be difficult for the public security to find the actual evidence in Kenzo Kameyama, and he is going to leave something for the other party, and then let the subordinates of the public security side serve these pots in two days, and Zhengda Guangming will arrest the people.

But unexpectedly, Columba suddenly stood up as if he saw something.

Amuro stood still and didn't move, he saw the little young master glance up and down a lot of himself, and suddenly moved away, his expression was difficult to see.

...... What's the situation?

He restrained his expression and quietly let the other party look at him.

Akakawa narrowed her eyes and took two steps back, "You have a nasty smell on you." ”

No wonder I felt enveloped by an ominous smell when I was eating just now, and it turned out to be a terrible light wave of carrots......

After saying this, he hurriedly pushed open the door and left this place cursed by carrots.

In the private room, looking at the back of the other party leaving, Amuro's face was solemn.

Nasty taste...... What is Columbeth implying by this?

He had just met with Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was an undercover defection organization of the public security, yesterday, whether Columbai sensed something to test him, or simply expressed his dissatisfaction with his improper handling of Kenzo Kameyama.

Suppressing his complicated thoughts, Toru Amuro refocused his gaze on Kenzo Kameyama.

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After solving the task and returning to the room, Ikekawa quickly pulled out the notebook she had always carried with her.

The book is very thin and small.,Even the pocket on the chest can fit.,He thought about the previous assistant hinting that he would record it.,As evidence that this is indeed his previous plan.,The first thing that came to mind was this book.。

After opening it, it was densely packed with a lot of mission information, which looked like an ordinary diary, and the last page was about the past few days.

[October 1st.]

·· In the evening, go to the rooftop restaurant of the Center Building, where the bourbon tastes good.

I'm going to see you tomorrow. ]

[October 2

·· Tomorrow we will go to Château Chaolu. ]

[October 2

·· Added: On the 5th, I went to the dinner party of the Yasuda chaebol.

Fetch something and give Enoch a meal by the way. ]

Looking at the string of '··', Ikekawa Na had a little headache.

Originally, there was a slight risk of accidentally letting others see this kind of diary, and if it weren't for the fact that there has always been a bit of a problem with memory, I'm afraid that when it will be broken again, Ikekawa Nai wouldn't have come to write this kind of thing.

However, even if he writes, he has to choose a more obscure expression, so he always uses "··" Express the organization's task, "·" It is a day-to-day affair that has little to do with the organization.

Obviously, when I was in the United States, I spent most of my time in "·", and I didn't have anything to do every day, so why did I suddenly have more things when I went back to Japan?

It's worthy of the base camp of the model worker of Gin.

He flipped through the diary from cover to cover, and read some vague code words, but found no record of the plan.

This was to be expected, if his plan was to guard against so many people, how could he write it in his diary like this.

But where else can it be written......

A book to keep in the villa? What kind of information do you have in your office? Still is...... Remembering her assistant's words about the scar, Ikekawa Nai walked to the bathroom in a few steps, took off her clothes, and carefully looked at the scar on her chest.

The cracked wound was particularly tragic on the pale skin, and the shape looked like a ghost claw at first glance.

It doesn't look like there's any information.

It seems that these days I have to look for clues in the villa and other places where I have been.

Unable to see anything for the time being, Ikekawa Na simply took off the kimono that affected her movements by the way, changed into a training uniform that was convenient for movement, wrapped the bandage around her hand and walked towards the training ground vacated by the person who had arranged for her in advance in the suite.

Everything else can be done, but you can't do it without a daily training routine.

Just check if pheromones are affecting your physical fitness.

After more than an hour, the black-haired man stopped after one last punch at the sandbag hanging in the training room, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and turned his head to confirm the time it had taken to complete the routine.

There is no difference from the usual training time, and it seems that my physical fitness is not affected by that pheromone, and I am still very capable of playing.

The only difference is that it hurts a lot more than before, and it's a bit troublesome to have overly sensitive skin with pheromones.

Thinking of this, Ikekawa Nai frowned and looked at his hand, obviously he had wrapped bandages around the back of his hand and most of his fingers, and the position where he hit the sandbag was still red, and the bulging hand bones were a lot of bruises around him because of the lack of protection, which looked a little miserable at first glance, and the side of the calf and the inside of the ankle were also red.

In the past, when I trained, I didn't leave any marks, only occasionally when I used a little more force, but these red marks will fade quickly, and they will not be as serious as they seem now.

The routine training could not be slowed down because of this, so he could only send a text message to his assistant first, asking her to prepare some medicine for bruises and sprains.

So why do pheromones make skin sensitive......

Remembering the description of the gender of O when I read the ABO encyclopedia before, Ikekawa Nai was stunned for a while.

It must not be like that. Fortunately, there is no trend in this direction now, and my physical fitness has not been affected in any way, but just in case, I will have to extend the training time for a certain amount in the future.

Sweating so hard that he brushed the broken hair from his forehead, picked up his bathrobe and bath towel, and prepared to take a bath.

At this moment, there was a regular knock on the door.