Conan's Helping People

This is a library, a large and quiet library.

The soft white carpet covers every floor in the reading area, and the warm heating fills every inch of the air.

The table in the reading room is not particularly big. There are already two people on the table by the window. One is an old man who looks about 80 or 50 years old. The old man is wearing a black suit and has a white fluffy thing in his arms. The other was a blond foreigner who looked to be in his [-]s.

...probably blond.

There was something stuck on the foreigner's head, and the golden hair was a wig, Hinata could reasonably tell.

He took steps, stepped on the soft carpet, and walked there silently.

The two people sitting facing each other looked over.

The gentleman smiled, "Lily."

On the other side, the blond old man also got along happily, "It's better to see it than to hear it a hundred times. He's really a young man with high spirits."

While talking, his eyes were slightly darkened, and he quickly looked at Hinata rationally.

Being able to appear on this occasion, the young man on the opposite side is no longer a 'minor' or a 'young boy', but the successor of the old friend and old rival opposite the blond old man.

How stubborn and possessive that guy is, the blond old man knows very well, just like an octopus lying on the crystal ball, using all its hands and feet to hold the crystal ball tightly.

Therefore, let this guy who is as greedy as an octopus willingly give up the "crystal ball" in his arms, or even give it up, use the octopus tentacles to hold the young man's hand, and take his power hand in hand. If it is all handed over to the young man, then this young man must be extraordinary.

The blond old man looked at Hinata carefully.

The first thing he notices are the eyes.

The young man's hair was a little too fluffy and too long, and his eyes were covered by the black hair, but his sense of presence was enhanced.

Those eyes... It's hard for the blond old man to describe his feelings, but he immediately understood part of the reason why this young man won the favor of that old guy.

Because of the eyes, these green eyes that seem to be full of life.

At an age like theirs who can see the end of life, it's hard not to love and possess these eyes.

After staring at his eyes for a while, the blond old man struggled to look away. He ignored the face that would attract attention and looked at the clothes.

The young man was wearing a black suit with a very soft fabric. The top two buttons of the suit and the opening of the cuffs were all undone, revealing a dark red tie.

The tie was only a little exposed at his neck, and it was obediently submerged under the black suit jacket. At a glance, it looked like a bit of reserved blood, which was very suggestive.

The pockets of the suit are not the kind of fake pockets that are generally agreed upon, but real pockets, which may be specially designed, and there are slight folds on some parts of the front of the suit, as if the owner of the suit once lay down somewhere, so it is left behind trace.

But with just a glance, the blond old man denied this guess.

If it is an unintentional wrinkle, it will not be so perfect, and no one will ruin the suit like this when meeting important people. It must be specially designed by the designer.

It seemed that the young man took this meeting very seriously.

The blond-haired old man's affection for the young man increased a bit. He moved his gaze up again to scrutinize the other party's face, and then first changed the two titles of 'young man' and 'young man' to ' Underage' and 'infant in power'.

The other party is obviously a minor, and the lines of the face still have a little immature feeling, and the water chestnut is not very obvious. The sharpest lines are in the eyes, but because of the green color, they are softened a bit, so The whole person looks more harmless, without too much aggressiveness, and only shows the whole face frankly, which makes people admire quietly.

He is still a minor in poor health, his complexion is paler than normal people...or maybe his skin color is lighter than normal people, the mouth is a calm line, and he has no intention of showing social smiles or complimenting expressions.

The blond old man came to the conclusion again: It seems that this young man is a straightforward young man who doesn't like to socialize very much, and he is a kind of person who is unexpectedly sincere.

His favorability for the young man rose again.

In the fifth second when the blond old man looked at Ryo Hinata, Ryo Hinata walked to the table, and his favor for the blond old man declined again.

He glanced at the shiny blond old man in the sun from the corner of his eye, nodded politely, and greeted the gentleman first, "Sir."

Then he turned his gaze and glanced at the blond old man.

The sun is brighter this season, and now it is just the right time for the sun. The bright sunlight shines in through the glass and shines on the golden hair of the blond old man. By the way, the hair piece at the bottom of the wig is also shining brightly.

Looks a little bald.

The blond old man wrinkled his face with a smile, "Just call me Uncle Sam."

Uncle Sam memes.

Hinata glanced at the other party reasonably, and greeted kindly, "Mr. Sam."

The gentleman patted the table kindly, "You came just in time, sit down."

As soon as the other party stretched out his hand, the white, breathing thing in his arms was completely exposed. It was a white cat, a bit like a lion cat. It wagged its tail and looked over with wet eyes.

It is a lion cat that is a little small, like a small ball of marshmallow.

Its coat color is snow white, that kind of white that is so white that it is a bit dazzling, at first glance it looks like the kind of snow white that is silver.

After a first glance, Hinata is reasonable: "..."

Yuan, it turns out that the organization really has silver-haired kittens...

The gentleman noticed his gaze, stretched out a hand with a smile, lifted up the small cotton candy silver cat, and wrote lightly: "It's a gift from Mr. Sam. It's a cute little thing, isn't it?"

The cat grabbed the old palm and looked up. Its eyes were wet blue, a bit like gemstones. It licked its mouth and made a sound, "Meow~"

Rational Hinata: "..."

Fortunately, the eye color of this ultra-small silver-haired kitten is blue, which is less visually appealing than that of the super-big silver-haired kitten.

He nodded subtly, "Yeah."

"Hahaha," the blond old man with shining parts on the top of his head explained with a smile, "When your father was on the phone with me, he said 'silver-haired kitten' several times with a smile. It is rare to meet him this time. I brought one as a present."

The other party looked at him seriously, then shook his head and said: "This litter of cats originally had several eye colors. I saw that blue was like sapphire and fit the characteristics of 'Uncle Sam', so I chose a blue one."

"Unfortunately, there are no green ones."

Hinata is reasonable again: "..."

He and the cat looked at each other, and responded subtly again, "Yes."

Luckily there are no cats with green eyes.

Otherwise, a certain white and green-eyed marshmallow with a stomach full of sesame seeds must have judged others against himself, thinking that he deliberately used tricks, and would hold grudges.

Finding that he was still looking at the cat, the gentleman simply handed the cat to him, and said kindly: "There is still a long time before the end of the movie, please sit down first."

"Yeah." Hinata responded slowly for the third time. He looked down at the cat squeezed into his arms, and sat down with subtle emotions.

Not only the color of the eyes, but also the cat's personality has reduced the sense of sight. It didn't scratch it directly, nor tried to lower its eyebrows and look at it coldly. The eyes are still wet, and no matter how humans treat it, It carefully retracts its claws.

Hinata paid reasonable attention, then looked away, and glanced out of the window from the corner of his eye.

About six hundred yards away, there was a sniper.

He retracted his gaze and focused on the conversation in front of him.

The blond old man smiled and said: "I have often seen this kid recently, on the news and in some people's mouths, he has quite a reputation recently."

"Many people speculate that he is the next Yusaku Kudo."

"It's not so far," the gentleman pretended to shake his head helplessly, "He is very capricious. Children are more naughty and like to play detective games."

Hyuga Ryo who likes to play detective games: "."

Even if it's talking nonsense with a 'partner'... Forget it, when talking nonsense, whoever is serious will lose.

The cat in his arms hooked his suit sleeves with its paws. He looked down and continued to listen to the conversation quietly.

"Oh? Is it a temporary detective game?" The blond old man smiled and said, "I thought the organization was going to show its tail in the sun, after all, the recent limelight is not very good."

As he spoke, he sighed and shook his head.

The gentleman was even more helpless, "It's not very good for us, but it's much better for you, isn't it?"

He jokingly said, "Especially after Lily brought the FBI's attention to Tokyo, don't you feel like a fish in water in New York?"

Hyuga Ryo looked up again, and found that the smile of the blond old man deepened.

The other party showed that kind of big bad wolf smile who obviously got the cheap and good-looking, "It's not too easy, the pressure has indeed eased a lot, especially when the FBI moves, other forces and factions also have a chain reaction, and they all turn their attention to New York."

I just don't know how true or false this expression is.

"However, when the Tokyo police repatriated the FBI," the blond old man's smile became a little bitter, and he shook his head again and again, "but my pressure rebounded all of a sudden. Those days were not easy, and I was slapped hard in person. The humiliating taste of a slap... oh."

When the FBI was repatriated, was the FBI caught by no one?
Hinata thought about whether to look up reasonably, and perfunctorily said that he heard it, and then decided not to look up.

He didn't snipe those FBI, it has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't need to look up.

He reached out and touched the chin of the cat in his arms, and when it squinted its eyes and was about to meow, he stuffed his fingers into the cat's mouth to prevent it from making a sound.

Also give most of your attention to the conversation, and your own 'patience-1' prompt.

These two gentlemen are very suitable for the title of 'riddler', and they are chatting relaxedly almost all the time, just like two elderly people getting together to chat and pass the time. It's nice to be praised by each other. Some people have to explain that it is not very good, and then tout it back.

Even though Hyuga Ryo could extract useful information from a long, common topic, he was still extremely impatient.

He sorted out the highlights of the two adults packing after sitting down:
One, the blond old man tested whether the organization planned to stop hiding in the shadows together.

Second, the gentleman denied it, indicating that the organization will continue to maintain a shadowy and mysterious style, and then played the card of "cooperation in the past".

Three, the blond old man stopped the temptation appropriately and played the 'Times Square incident is really troublesome' card.

Four, the gentleman played the 'we are the winners, as long as we keep winning, the losers are the ones who get in trouble'.

After chatting about the past, they began to continue to analyze the situation in New York in a small talk tone, which force has hooked up with which force, who is going to be unlucky recently, who has been completely convinced and stood by them, and who has not Figuring out the status is up for grabs.

Hearing that Hinata rationally dreams of returning to Tokyo.

Before, when he was doing a mission in Tokyo, he had seen this kind of thing in a certain mission details, all kinds of complicated entanglement of forces.

Then, after he did a few missions and cut off the mess with a clean knife, Gin Jiu never had such mission details like him again.

Hinata rationally glanced at the shiny scale-like spots on the top of the blond old man's head, and calmly stuffed the cat's mouth with one hand and touched the cat with the other.

This cat was even more unlike its predecessors, its mouth was gagged, and it didn't bite directly, but gritted its fingers with its teeth aggrievedly.

He listened for a while longer.

The boring power part lasted for more than half an hour, and they chatted for more than ten minutes about the voting content.

Then, the gentleman suddenly said: "Have you finished dealing with it?"

"Everything is ready, and I only owe Dongfeng. I don't want to make mistakes at this time."

The blond old man laughed, "The winner is already doomed, there is no suspense."

"However," the other party smiled nonchalantly, "Don't move too much. The FBI used a lot of force when cleaning the interior. It would be unwise to stuff people inside at such a time."

This is a very slight warning.

Hyuga rationally didn't look up, he stroked the tail of the cat in his arms.

The gentleman seemed to have not heard it at all, he laughed and joked: "Is it necessary for the current FBI to put in effort to install people? Why don't you go to the tax bureau, after all, even 'Mr. Sam' would be afraid people."

They resumed the previous topic, chatting about the various forces in New York.

Hinata sighed reasonably calmly, and he continued to look down at the cat, and then found that the gentleman's pocket vibrated.

Then, his pocket vibrated.

Ok?
The message at this time?

And just now, the gentleman's cell phone also vibrated, indicating that there is a new message.

Being able to send messages to him and that gentleman at the same time at such a time means...

Hinata rationally moved his already wet fingers, he took them back from the kitten's mouth, and reached out to touch the phone.

The gentleman interrupted the conversation for a while, and reluctantly said some nonsense such as 'something', 'oh, the organization is not good, and I can't do without me', and planned to check his mobile phone.

Hinata was one step ahead of the gentleman, and he turned on his phone with a premonition.

[Murder case, come back quickly.

——Belmode. 】

Ah... Sure enough.

The phone vibrated again, and a new message appeared.

[The kid from the Kudo family is here. 】