Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

Grabbing the coffee cup next to him, seeing the cold and turbid coffee from last night, Shiho felt a little uncomfortable, and even had the idea of ​​vomiting.

He took out his phone and glanced at the time, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

Because Shiho's main work and rest time is at night, he spends his daytime sleeping. Today is the first time he wakes up in the past year.

Picking up the flip phone next to the bed, searching for the few numbers, and calling Mingmei when someone answered.

Because the day after tomorrow is the press conference of Fusha's branch in Neon, the two sisters made an appointment to go together.

"Sister, don't let anything happen to you."

Zhibao pressed the dial button, his thin and weak body could not stand for a long time, so he could only sit on the exclusive computer chair again.

Soon, the other side was connected, and there were noisy and mixed voices.

My sister has been doing undercover missions and hiding inside the bank, so the voices on the other end of the phone are all noises in the bank.

"Shiho, what's the matter?"

With a familiar voice, Mingmei cared about her sister from the other end of the phone.

It seemed to be counting the money, and I heard the 'pieces' of banknotes slipping with my fingers, and the banknotes in each chapter collided with each other, making a "salsa" sound.

Daily work starts with counting money.

Miyano Shiho thought of this advertisement inexplicably in his mind, combined with his sister's appearance, it was very immersive.

"Sister, let's go to the press conference the day after tomorrow."

Wait, my sister is very busy, even as an undercover agent, she still needs to face the difference in identity.

The phone should be clamped by the shoulder, and the sound of counting the banknotes has not stopped.

"Well, it was agreed before, and it must have passed, but you need to pay attention to rest, don't look after the mice all night, and look like you don't have enough sleep when you go to the press conference the day after tomorrow!"

The old cock is like a long-winded woman, just like an old mother.

Zhibao doesn't want to live like an older sister in the future, like an old woman who would even worry about sleeping and eating.

"Mmmmmmm..."

With dead eyes filled with black circles, Shiho responded to his sister's nagging.

"Sleep well, eat well, and don't go shopping halfway the day after tomorrow and complain about foot pain and tiredness. I don't have the strength to carry you on my back, unless you can find a boyfriend on the spot."

There was another nagging on the phone.

"Yeah, I'm done, I'm not a kid anymore, my sister doesn't need to..."

In the middle of speaking, a fragment of a dream suddenly flashed in my mind.

The real and the unreal, the two are entangled like a ball of thread, for a while Zhibao couldn't distinguish the so-called real, and felt as painful as a drop of blood.

It seems that there is a voice telling me...

Don't refuse, don't complain, maybe this is really the last time my sister nags.

In the dream, on the roof of the building, "I" buried in the snow, finally called out my sister.

"What's wrong, Shiho?"

The younger sister stopped in the middle of her speech, and Mingmei asked worriedly.

"It's nothing, sister, it's just... a nightmare."

Covering his forehead with his hands, and supporting his body back to the bed, Zhibao lay down slowly.

The cold quilt has been in the basement for a long time and has never been exposed to the sun. After taking a shower many times, the body is still wet and has fallen asleep tired, causing the quilt to be full of moisture.

Now is April, the most moldy season, and the quilt is full of molds that cannot be exposed to sunlight and air.

With the cold bed and the unpleasant smell, Zhibao lives in such an underground underground laboratory. Even as a queen, he can only control his damp quilt.

"Then you have a good rest first, I won't bother you, or you will find me annoying again."

Obviously aware of her sister's exhaustion, Mingmei did not continue to preach.

"Well, sister, see you the day after tomorrow."

See you the day after tomorrow.

Inwardly speaking, Mingmei, who works in the bank, hung up the phone, because she knew that Shiho's personality would definitely not hang up.

Tables and desks filled with neon paper tickets are piled into safes. Colleagues walking around are like walking social animals, running around for other people's wealth.

With a little bit of greed, you will want to take the banknotes in front of you as your own.

Mingmei grabbed a stack of banknotes in her hand and couldn't put them in the safe for a long time. Tomorrow was the day of her date with her sister, but she didn't even have the money to buy her a favorite bag.

In other words, as an elder sister, she couldn't give her younger sister a sunny life at all... I should be the most failed elder sister.

Mingmei thought so.

Sighing slightly, he put the stack of banknotes in his hand into the safe, closed the safety lock, and placed the safe full of [-] million cash banknotes in a safe place.

And for the [-] million neon coins, a company president will come later and take the [-] million neon coins away today.

This is Miyano Akemi's reliance...