Conan’s Guilty Points System

Heiji frowned, looked around slightly, his eyes were very casual.

Dengdengdeng~~~! ! !

There was a sound of high heels hitting the ground, followed by a faint fragrance.

The arm was held and plunged into a softness.

"I can see from the deck that those five people are most likely from the FBI."

Belmod had a soft smile on his face, and his beautiful eyes floated around, with a glamorous luster.

Heiji tilted his head to look at Belmod and smiled faintly.

Although she has changed her face, she still looks like a big beauty, and her explosive body makes those so-called gentlemen turn back frequently.

She lowered her head and kissed her thin lips.

"There are fifteen on this deck."

Belmod frowned, glanced at Pingji, hooked his arms slightly around his neck, and leaned into his ear: "You seem to be certain that I won't do anything to you."

Heiji put his arms around Belmod's small waist and smiled lightly: "I am your man, will you do it when your man kisses you?"

Belmod glanced at him: "How do you know it's fifteen?"

"Those people in the FBI in the United States have a common feature, that is, they think that everywhere is the United States, pay attention to the back of their waists, a bulge, and someone who has a heart there can see at a glance."

Belmod hugged Heiji, tiptoed slightly, put her thin lips up, kissed him, opened her beautiful eyes slightly, and glanced at the group of people.

Suddenly, his eyes light up slightly.

Lips!

Belmod released Heiji with an indifferent expression: "The other three are here."

Heiji glanced behind him, smiled lightly, and then looked at Belmod: "Next time, if you want to take advantage of me, take the initiative, but what's the point of lip-to-lip."

Belmod glanced at him and turned to leave. The posture is swaying, with infinite style.

Heiji put his hands in his pockets, stood quietly in the crowd, turned to look at the FBI group, but the focus of his eyes was not on them.

"Hey, that guy has been watching us."

"No, his eyes are not focused on us, he should be looking at the people behind us."

Coincidentally, behind them was a beautiful woman with a good figure.

"The figure of the woman just now was much better than the one behind her, but she even looked at the woman who was twice as bad. These oriental people are really dissatisfied."

"Never mind, it's better for us big American girls. These skinny monkeys are useless."

"Ahahaha~~~"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Heiji withdrew his gaze, turned to leave, turned his back to the group of people, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: I have remembered the appearance, it is time to start the game of hunting.

In the suite, Heiji opened his eyes and let go of Belmod in his arms slightly.

One move!

Belmod woke up, opened his beautiful eyes, and looked at him quietly: "Ready to start?"

"Well, go to sleep."

The current Belmod is very strange, and does not refuse to be intimate with him, not even a certain sport. However, the attitude remains cold.

Belmod sat up, the sheet slipped off, revealing his skin as white as snow, and the infinitely beautiful spring light. However, she didn't care.

"What do you need me to do?"

Heiji had already pretended, and smiled at her lightly: "Give me a good night's sleep, there is still a play to be performed tomorrow."

Turn around and walk out of the suite.

Hearing the sound of the door being locked, Belmod's eyes flashed with complexity, the coldness on his face dissipated, he lay down again, covered the sheet, and quietly looked at the ceiling.

Since it was late at night, the corridor seemed very quiet.

Heiji walked quietly in the corridor, strangely not making a sound.

"The first one, let's start with 3065."

3065 to 3080 are the rooms of the members of the FBI in the United States.

There was a knock on the door.

"Smith, it's me."

"Jennings, what do you have to do with me so late?"

A cold light flashed, and a knife pierced straight into his heart.

Smith's pupils suddenly dilated, then his expression slowly dimmed, and with a bang, he fell directly to the ground...

Heiji put away the knife and dragged his body into the room without looking at him. He sat leisurely on the bedside and picked up the landline.

"Hey, Jennings, come to my room."

"Myself?"

"Are you drinking again? Call everyone in your room over."

There was a hint of anger in his voice.

"It's Smith. That guy is probably crazy and dares to yell at me. Also, he asked you to come over too."

"Come on, that **** dares to yell at us."

After Heiji hung up the phone, he sat quietly beside the bed with a calm expression.

Through the skill of the ever-changing magic voice, these members of the FBI in the United States can't tell the difference between the real and the fake.

Fishing to kill!

This method is very effective for people who are not guarded. Once there is protection, it is useless.

"Smith, you **** dare to order us?"