I, Kudo Shinichi, the rice flower death god

　　Without outsiders around, Shinichi and his friends would naturally have a lot of fun playing.

Sato Miwako and Miyamoto Yumi also quickly became involved with Xiaolan Sonoko.

Their silver bell-like laughter kept ringing in the KTV box.

It was just their first meeting, and what happened just now did not cause them much trouble.

Putting all that behind them, the girls competed for the microphone and showed off their singing voices.

Especially Ms. Suzuki and the traffic police officer.

The overly lively two sang as if they were carved from the same mold.

Each lyric is accompanied by heroic and exaggerated body movements, as if this is the only way to express one's inner emotions.

Fortunately, they were not interrupted by accidents while they were singing happily.

This made Shinichi very satisfied, and it was no wonder that he had just mentioned a few words to the agent.

After he left before, Terahara Mari ran out immediately.

The agent lady was still very clear-headed. She was afraid of angering the second lady of the Suzuki Consortium, so she took the initiative to apologize.

Seeing that she was so knowledgeable, Shinichi gave her a few words.

With his status as the God of Death, he had dealt with similar cases of murder due to circumstances countless times.

I have long summarized a set of language routines that target the murderer's psychological defense.

Now it seems that it is somewhat effective.

At least Kimura-kun, a native of Zuan, escaped the disaster today.

As for what will happen to the emotional entanglement between the two in the future, that is not something Shinichi needs to consider.

"Hey, Miwako's little boyfriend, why don't you sing a song too!"

Just when he was distracted, Miyamoto Yumi came over, patted his shoulder sharply, and thrust the microphone into his hand.

"Sorry, I can't sing~"

Ignoring the slightly strange title, Shinichi politely declined her invitation.

Although under the influence of the lively atmosphere of the KTV, he had the urge to show off his singing voice, in order to have fun today, it was better for him not to sing.

"Don't say that! It doesn't matter if you sing well or not, just be happy々々!"

The familiar traffic police lady was obviously not so easy to deal with. She came up again and raised the microphone in front of Shinichi, almost not putting it in her mouth.

Miwako Sato on the side also cast an expectant look.

"Since they are all looking forward to it, why don't you just sing one!"

The second Miss Suzuki has always been afraid of chaos in the world, so when she saw that both of them were asking Shinichi to sing a song, she became interested.

But she had secretly clenched two tissues into a ball in her hand, waiting for someone to speak out, and then stuffed them into her ears.

Even the well-behaved Xiaolan looked over with a smile in her eyes, as if she was watching a good show.

Now that the words have come to this, Shinichi has no choice but to put on a little show.

Taking over the microphone from the traffic police lady, a familiar feeling suddenly emerged.

Under the influence of the lively atmosphere of the KTV, he immediately wanted to sing a song.

The look of eagerness to try was very familiar to Xiaolan and Yuanzi.

So after the two of them looked at each other, they unanimously stuffed the paper balls they had prepared into their ears, then sat back on the sofa and waited silently.

Miwako Sato and Yumi Miyamoto looked eagerly awaiting their arrival.

They have not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

I don’t know who stipulated that the more outstanding a person looks on the outside, the more versatile he is.

As for someone as handsome as Shinichi, the policewoman and traffic policewoman would naturally think that he sings well, and what he said just now was just a refusal.

After all, your voice can be heard when you speak.

With this kind of innate condition here, even if you have no skills at all, singing will not be difficult to hear.

It's a pity that they don't know that there are people who are congenitally tone-deaf and can't even make up for it through acquired training.

Just by opening their voices, the two of them knew what [the sound of nature] was!

There is a saying that it is easier to invite gods than to send them away. After getting the microphone, Shinichi sang for nearly half an hour before he ended his solo concert.

"How do I sing?"

He put down the microphone and asked with a smile while pouring juice into his mouth.

"You sang very well. You are not allowed to sing next time."

Putting down the hands covering her ears, Miyamoto Yumi commented bluntly with a bitter look on her face.

At this moment, she regretted her previous actions very much.

Can’t you just sing your own song properly?Why invite others to torture your ears when you have nothing to do?

"..."

The traffic police lady made such a disrespectful comment that left Shinichi speechless.

"Yumi! How could you hit him like this?"

Sato Miwako chuckled and hit her best sister's waist with her elbow.

Although she also felt tortured, she still wanted to save some face for her boyfriend.

"．｀It's okay. This guy is used to it anyway, right?"

Putting his arm carelessly on Shinichi's shoulder, Sonoko happily touched the knife.

Ever since she was a child, she has always seen someone failing in singing.

"Garden!"

Xiaolan suppressed her laughter and pinched her best friend's waist.

The box suddenly burst into laughter, although it was based on someone's sadness.

Of course, this feeling of sadness only lasted for a short moment. Xinyi had long been accustomed to his tone-deafness.

In fact, if he switches to a spiritual state, it stands to reason that he can change this phenomenon and sing a beautiful song.

But that didn't make much sense. He didn't want to be a singer.

After the time of Shinichi's torture (it was better to get money), several people had fun again in the KTV.

It wasn't until it was getting close to evening and their throats couldn't stand it any longer that they stopped.

"Let's hang out together next time we have a chance!"

On the way home, Sonoko announced loudly.

"Oh!!!"

Yumi Miyamoto, who was like her, was the first to respond to the call.

The two people who just met for the first time have unknowingly become good sisters.

Xiaolan held hands with Sato Miwako, and from time to time asked about her father's recent work status.

Shinichi, who was walking at the end, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, enjoying the leisurely time at this moment.

It's a pity that a text message forced him to become serious.

The content of the text message is an address, and the sender is...bourbon!

"That guy, what is he doing again?".

Chapter 439 Give Rum a little popcorn shock

　　Toru Amuro's recent life can be said to be very comfortable.

Although the big boss behind the black organization was taken care of and the organization collapsed, Rum, the second-in-command who lived for ten thousand years, did not give up and gathered a group of backbone forces in an attempt to make a comeback.

But with his status second only to Rum in the new organization, it is very convenient for him to continue to pass on information and do a good job as an undercover agent.

You must know that he once swore that for the sake of his good brother's spirit in heaven, he would completely eradicate this organization!

This is also the reason why Toru Amuro did not choose to end the undercover mission.

After becoming the second-in-command, he could obtain a lot of useful information without having to perform various missions as before.

Not only did his work go smoothly, but he also made significant progress in his emotional life.

Under Chianti's passionate offensive, although he didn't show it, Toru Amuro was still touched deep in his heart.

At least when we get along with each other, it will be much easier.

Apart from the occasional worries about not pursuing a certain man, Toru Amuro was living a very good life these days.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Perhaps the stable days made him relax.

In an operation two days ago, he was assassinated 300 times.

A collar was put around his neck, which contained two liquids that would turn into powerful bombs when they came into contact, enough to blow his whole body into pieces.

Faced with this situation, Toru Amuro was quickly brought back to his base by his younger brother Yuya Kazami, who also belonged to the Sakura Country Police Department.

However, after two days of research, they were still at a loss as to how to dismantle it without detonating the bomb.

He can only be temporarily placed in a safe house that can isolate outside signals to avoid being actively detonated.

If the bomb explodes, there is no need to worry about involving others.

This is also the reason why there has been no news from him in the past two days.

Regardless of his own safety, what Toru Amuro fears most now is that Rum will call him at this time to ask him to perform the task.

He had a vague feeling that the person who attacked him and planted the bomb might know his undercover identity.

Otherwise, there would be no reason why he would call out his real name, Rei Fangtani, when he was performing the mission of the new black organization as an undercover agent.

The prisoner who was clearly coming for him, and the familiar liquid bomb, reminded Toru Amuro of a case he had handled.