Conan: Peppermint Beluga

Warm blood splattered on his cheeks, Matsuda expressionlessly took out a tissue and wiped the blood-stained dagger clean, glanced at the target person whose aorta was cut by himself, lying on the ground and struggling to cover the wound with his hands .

There was a trace of pity in his eyes, but when he thought that he was a drug dealer, that pity disappeared instantly.

It was very painful to die from excessive blood loss, so he might as well give him a good time. Matsuda raised his dagger again and stabbed the target's left chest. The blade sank into the heart, killing him.

"The mission is completed, the target person Koji Fujiwara died at 4:27 pm on May 5th, and the report is complete."

With a cold and low voice, Matsuda raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his face, carried the bass bag that was set aside and walked out.

After reporting the task, the rest of the time is free. Matsuda silently stood on the overpass, looking at the crowd of traffic and pedestrians below, and longing for him. He should have been a part of this busy life.

White snowflakes fell, Matsuda not only looked up at the gray-blue sky, the weather was not very good, there was no sun.

The weather in Mika-cho is still as strange as ever. Yesterday it was clear and clear, but today it is snowing lightly, and it even tends to get bigger and bigger.

Snow.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, Matsuda was surprised by the words in his mind.

How much do I miss her so that in the snowy weather, my mind is full of her name.

Shirley, Shiho Miyano.

Matsuda carried his bass bag on his back and walked slowly to the vending machine on the street. He habitually glanced at the canned coffee in the first row in the second row. At that time, he seemed to always stop her from using coffee to refresh himself.

As long as you care about someone, you can find information about her wherever you go. Matsuda didn't choose Coke like she used to. Touching the black button with her fingertips, she bought canned coffee that only cost 100 yen, which is her favorite flavor.

With his fingers lightly hooked, he skillfully pulled the pull ring apart, raised his head and took a sip, and couldn't help frowning.

This bitter taste is like medicine, I really don't know why she likes it, Matsuda sticks out his tongue and smacking his mouth, thinking about whether to throw the coffee away or drink it hard.

"Miyano-san, do you want to go shopping with me at the Rice Kwab Department Store tomorrow night? It's said that the new season's handbags are out."

Miyano.

Matsuda paused for a moment, then looked back, the girl in a sea blue sailor suit had long black hair, and she was different in both hair color and appearance. Really, she was too sensitive.

Just as Matsuda turned around, he suddenly noticed the girl with brown hair standing across the street wearing a white turtleneck, that familiar face he was thinking about.

Why... why is Shiho Miyano here?

Matsuda rubbed his eyes subconsciously, after confirming that this was not an illusion, he anxiously wanted to run across the road, but he did not expect Toru Amuro who suddenly appeared behind him, grabbed his arm and shook his head at him.

"Bourbon, let go!"

"PORTO! Calm down."

boom!

The sudden sound of gunshots sounded, and Matsuda looked towards the place where the gunshots sounded. Gin, holding a sniper rifle, was staring at the prey in the scope with a satisfied smile. It was obvious that the shot was hit.

Looking across the road again, I saw Miyano Shiho lying on the ground with a thin layer of snow, the chest of the white sweater was pierced by bullets, like a bright red rose blooming.

Dazzling, dazzling.

"...Shibao."

"Shibao!!!"

Matsuda woke up when he vaguely heard the eager shouts of the people beside him. Cold sweat soaked his hair. He subconsciously covered his left chest and felt his heartbeat. It turned out that everything just now was a dream.

Thinking of the scene in the dream, he couldn't help shaking his head, finally seeing her face again, but it was such a bad ending.

Hashimoto Dahe frowned and said seriously, "This time the drug did put you to sleep, but it didn't seem to give you a good night's sleep."

"...How long have I slept?" Matsuda asked.

"19 minutes, but you start talking in your sleep as soon as you fall asleep. This drug can only put you into a light sleep for about 20 minutes, but your brain is still active and excited, so you will dream." Hashimoto Taiga put away the medicine bottle, Indifferently said: "Only in light sleep can you remember the content of your dreams. Obviously, this drug will not help you much, and it may even cause the dream to be indistinguishable from reality."

"Oh. But thanks anyway, I still have a task today, so I'll go first."

"Well, there is no problem with your body in all aspects, but even so, you still have to pay attention. Don't feel that you have suffered multiple injuries. You are not an undead person." Hashimoto Dahe reminded.

Matsuda nodded. He naturally knew that when he executed the plan to rescue Akemi Miyano, he could feel that the speed of his wound healing was much lower than before.

What I said was just a semi-finished product of organizing human experiments, and it was normal for problems to occur. Matsuda was not surprised.

After leaving the new research institute, Matsuda had a sullen face and was in a bad mood.

The last scene in the dream just now made him feel very uncomfortable, and he didn't know why, but he always felt that there might be some mistakes in today's task.

The phone vibrated in his pocket at the right time. He stretched out his hand and looked at the content on it. It was a message from Belmod.

[Belmode: PORTO, I'm already at the airport... Come and pick me up. ]

[Matsuda: Ordinary high school students are not suitable for picking up American actresses. ]

Tokyo International Airport.

As soon as Belmod got her suitcase, she saw the message of Matsuda's recovery. She lowered her head and chuckled, and muttered to herself, "Is it inappropriate...or do you simply don't want to come?"

Lifting up his long curly blond hair, Belmod put on his sunglasses and walked out with his feet on high heels. At the same time, he did not forget to call Calvados, his cronie, and ask him to pick him up.

Looking at the photo of Kudo Shinichi on the phone screen, Belmod narrowed her eyes slightly. She came back this time to find out thoroughly whether Kudo Shinichi is still alive.

She doesn't believe Matsuda has made any progress, so she has to investigate it herself.

PORTO, you really become less cute as you get older.

On the other side, Matsuda just received a call from Jinjiu and asked him to go to the memorial service later, saying that he had found something interesting. He didn't bother to guess what the interesting thing in Gin's mouth was. He paced to the money vending machine across the street, and was about to take coins from his wallet, when he found that it was snowing.

This is Saitama Prefecture, I don't know if it snows in Tokyo~www.NovelMTL.com~ Looking at the drinks in the vending machine, Matsuda glanced at the black-packed canned coffee, which is really part of the verification dream. .

He didn't buy canned coffee. He didn't want to try the bitter taste he experienced in his dream a second time. He pressed the red button and bought the Coca-Cola he often drinks.

Bend down to take the drink, and drink it directly by the trash can.

Matsuda put on his headset and got on his motorcycle, heading towards Kaidocho, Tokyo. He didn't forget to call Belmode. Gin meant that he would enter the venue after the memorial service began.

"Hey, Belmod."

"What's the matter, can't wait to see me? PORTO"

"...Don't be disgusting with me, just get down to business."

Belmod sat in the back seat of the car and noticed that Calvados's face darkened after hearing what he said, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

"Gin just called and asked me to enter the arena later. Pay close attention to Piske's mission. If you fail, it will cause a lot of trouble. I don't want to enter the arena later to wipe your **** for your failure."

"You don't trust Pisk so much? Don't worry, he's a veteran in the organization anyway, so he can't go wrong." Belmod said indifferently, and she was helping cover.

"It's best."

Seeing that the phone was hung up directly, Belmod was not angry. After all, he received a call from Gin ten minutes ago, which made her look forward to tonight's task.

Shirley...I didn't expect you to be alive.

Thinking of the drug she developed, Belmode sneered with a sneer.

No matter what, it will kill you... You who escaped from the organization, what can you do?

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