People In Conan: Started Becoming A Demonic Guardian

Dango's acquired learning ability is simply against the sky.

If it's a male dog, it's a Charles IX alive.

However, are not unavoidable.

Fujiwara Yusheng and Gray Yuan Ai leaned together, looking at the dango that brought them joy, and then Gray Yuan Ai fell softly into Fujiwara Yusheng's arms.

She didn't want to move.

...

This condition lasted until the afternoon, and Fujiwara's body finally healed.

Gray Plains was still a little weak, and they seemed to have turned on something terrible last night.

It is impossible for a normal life of two to be so weak, and he has not yet found the reason for the loss of both spirits.

However, Fujiwara Yusheng, who recovered, found that his upper limit seemed to have increased a little and broken through the limit.

This is worth pondering.

Fujiwara leaned on the windowsill for the rest of his life, looking out at the horizon, the dim light of the setting sun set against the shy and dodged-away full moon, eyebrows at each other.

Gradually, the bright moon hung in the dark night sky, and countless lights shrouded the city full of modern buildings.

The nightlife began.

...

Inside a bar.

Elegant music is paired with soft lighting, and the hall is filled with the smell of various liquors.

Gin and vodka sit side by side on a large circular sofa.

Vodka kept an eye on his surroundings from time to time, beware of anyone approaching, Gin was bored with a cigarette, and he took the time to look at his watch, he seemed to be waiting for something.

Suddenly, the crowd was noisy, and it turned out to be a well-known resident singer.

Gin only glanced at it for a moment before withdrawing his gaze, leaning back on the couch, smoking one cigarette after another with the fingers of his left hand, and resting his right hand on the sofa seat beside him, his index finger tapping on the soft chair again and again.

He seemed to be counting down.

At one point, a smiling blonde man walked up to Gin's side, and Vodka just looked up for a glance before dropping the hand that pulled the gun behind him.

"Gin, what's the mission?"

"Bourbon, I want you to investigate someone.

Bourbon saw Gin pull a photo out of his arms and throw it on the table with disdain, it was an interview photo.

Who is it if it is not Fujiwara?

Bourbon was not stunned, and immediately touched the very familiar photo from the table.

"Is this the rest of Fujiwara's life, who has been in the limelight lately?" "

Isn't this a big celebrity in the Metropolitan Police Department?

Their Ministry of Public Security is also familiar with this name, after all, he is a recognized big person.

Why investigate him?

"Kill?"

Bourbon probed, saying that he would never dare to talk to Gin like that.

But it's about the rest of Fujiwara's life, this person must not die, and if he dies, it will be the loss of all neon.

"Nope.

Gin was a little impatient for some reason, and was unusually irritated when he heard Bourbon ask if he wanted to kill him.

"Investigation, that's all. The

reason why he wanted to investigate was because of the look in the eyes he felt when he was at the entrance of the mall that day, and since he read the newspaper, he was even more sure that it was Fujiwara's life.

But that look was inexplicably strange, although inadvertently, he still intuitively decided that there must be something strange about Fujiwara for the rest of his life.

They must have seen it somewhere, and it didn't make sense, he couldn't remember where he had seen Fujiwara for the rest of his life.

After Bourbon left, he thought about how to contact Fujiwara Yusheng on the way, and then quietly passed on the news that the mysterious organization was probing for his information, after all, he may be first-hand information. If it was him who had been killed, the stakes were high, and he decided to go back to the café and contact the headquarters immediately.

In the bar.

Vodka looked at Gin and noticed that he had some inexplicable low pressure.

He cautiously lowered his head and asked, "Boss, do you want to have fun?"

Gin snuffed out the cigarette butt, and for some reason he was very depressed and depressed.

However, the price of making him happy is that the leaders of some companies or small consortia are unhappy.

After all, people let you choose whether you want money or death.

This kind of most simple game in the world is really hard to choose.

On the other side, Bourbon, who returned to the café, also began to think of a way to contact the headquarters, and he also had a female colleague who could do it for him.

(Bourbon, whose real name is Zero Valley, is a pseudonym Toru Amuro.) The real identity is an undercover agent sent by the Neon Public Security Police to the black-clad organization, and the organization is codenamed "Bourbon". On the surface, he is a private detective and a restaurant waiter, working at the Poirot Cafe downstairs from the Maori Detective Agency, and is taught by Maori Kogoro. Good at gathering intelligence, strong observation and reasoning skills. He dislikes each other with the FBI's Shuichi Akai, so he disguises himself as Scar Akai to see if Shuichi Akai is dead.

Fujiwara didn't know anything about it for the rest of his life, he didn't have a sense of crisis at all, and he was still wandering around the street with Gray Yuan's mourning, because the house was a little too stuffy, and the two of them could only come out to walk the dog and play.

Before getting married, I began to experience the life of a middle-aged couple, took a walk after dinner, pulled the object to take the family pet for a walk, and the night was full of fire, and the next day I was listless.

This situation lasted for two days, and Fujiwara Yusheng and Gray Yuan Ai stopped it in time, and the two of them agreed on three chapters, at most twice a week!

The number of AX-9s is significantly decreasing.

Fujiwara couldn't stand it for the rest of his life, and he had to find something to do with Gray Yuan and distract himself.

Then I thought of Shuichi Akai, who had been in the cold.

He hasn't moved much recently, and Fujiwara has only remembered this little transparent for the rest of his life, and he doesn't know what he's busy with, maybe he's going to find Judy to confess.

He thought about it and called Shuichi Akai without using the tracking system.

Akai Shuichi's voice was unexpectedly a little lazy, probably because he had been idle recently, and it seemed that he didn't go out to find something to do.

But to his surprise, Akai Shuichi was actually at home, and this old coward didn't feel normal if he didn't go out to do things.

"Boss, you say, what's the matter. "

Yo, why did you start calling me boss. "

You pay so much to this card every month, isn't it my boss?" Fujiwara

Yusheng smiled, and Akai Shuichi on the other end of the phone seemed to be able to see Fujiwara Yusheng's expression through the signal line, and also smiled.

"Okay, since you call me boss, then I'll pay benefits to employees.

"Could it be that Fujiwara-kun you..."

he was a little excited, and even forgot to call the boss.

For Shuichi Akai, nothing is more important than that incident.

"That's right, the upper echelons of Neon have been taking care of themselves recently, and there is no information in the organization, so it is estimated that they are also wading into troubled waters, this time is your chance, and it is also Shiho's opportunity.

For Akai Shuichi, who was a little emotional, Fujiwara Yusheng expressed his understanding, after all, he was also indescribably excited when he learned that the white coat was hiding his future wife.