Conan’s Denial of Confession

Chieda Riho looked at Calvados' inexplicable expression and seemed to be enduring something unspeakable.

She thought for a while, yes, that's right, this person has been **** for a day, and he can't even eat, drink, and laugh.

Chieda Riho looked down at him with contempt.

This is the fate of coming to attack Noriko.

He is weak and likes to play that arrogant assassination method, he deserves the end.

Calvados, who felt inexplicably despised: "..."

It's okay to be trampled by the woman who beat him. It's quite...not unacceptable, but why does a bodyguard under your eldest lady look at me like this?

Calvados then noticed this woman more. She was the first female bodyguard who interrupted her to continue shooting. She was good at fighting, and her fighting moves were more military-style.

If she hadn't interrupted herself to shoot, she would have killed her eldest lady.

Calvados had a cold, expressionless face, but his eyes were a little ruthless. That Miss Amamiya might not be easy to kill, but wouldn't it be easy to lead your bodyguard to kill him?

"I'll come back when I go back to heal the injury."

It would be too embarrassing for Belmod to know that the Amamiya family had been folded twice in a row.

Amamiya Noriko, who was about to go to the front door, glanced at him before leaving, but she didn't give up. It seemed that the more emotionally obsessed people were, the more vengeful they were.

Calvados, what a bottle of wine, cheers.

Outside the art museum, as she thought, there were still people watching the art museum in secret.

Gin and vodka went to work, so it was Chianti and Cohen who were following the two partners at the Popcorn Museum.

Miss Chianti is very irritable at the moment, because she has been looking at the art gallery all day, and she has not seen a trace of Calvados.

"Maybe he has already escaped, and where he can't escape, it has not fallen into the hands of the police."

With white hair, his expression was cold and stiff, and Cohen, who was wearing a baseball cap, wiped his black goggles with a sigh of relief.

Chianti gritted his teeth and said, "This idiot Calvados, after being fascinated by that woman in Belmod, is so stupid that I have to wait here for him."

Cohen was silent for a while, then put on his goggles: "It's really stupid."

Because Calvados is essentially a sniper just like them, so this idiot is not sniping to kill, but is going to kill with a pistol and then throw a smoke bomb and run away?

It's not that I couldn't understand it, because when the target came out, the sniper rifle killed him with one shot.

It's just that his whereabouts are unknown now, which is very stupid.

Chianti saw a wave of people coming out of the art gallery, so he picked up his sniper rifle and looked at these people through the sniper scope.

"No."

Cohen glanced through the binoculars, and then his eyes fell on the woman who came out of the art gallery later. She said goodbye to the others with a smile on her face, which seemed to be a business relationship.

Apart from the fact that he looks too beautiful, there is nothing strange about it. When he was about to look away and glanced at the back door of the art museum as always, he was shaken by the reflection.

Every sniper will be very concerned about this reflection.

He paused, watching the woman take out a small mirror for makeup, opened his mouth slightly, and the bright lipstick was outlined on the thin pink lips. The movements were light, graceful and indifferent.

After sketching, she pursed her red lips and smiled gently, like a blooming fiery rose, alluring and seductive.

Chianti, who was also observing with a sniper rifle, also saw this scene, and glanced at Cohen, who had not moved for a long time with the telescope beside him, "Does it look good?"

"..."

Cohen blushed, coughed lightly, and moved the telescope to the back of the art museum. He didn't see anything strange. "Nothing unusual."

"Shut up."

Chianti sneered, it seemed that he had been watching for a long time today, and pouted his lips insipidly: "It's so boring."

She also casually looked at the woman through the rejection mirror, with a smile and a frown, as if she had the indifferent temperament in everything, and her beautiful face made everyone else's eyes always not mind sliding over her. There was something that made her There was a feeling that this woman and Belmod probably got along very well.

"It's amazingly beautiful."

Chianti put the crosshair on the woman's forehead in a wicked way, a sense of joy that no matter how powerful the prey was locked by her.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} In front of the museum.

Originally, Amamiya Noriko, who just came out to shake her face, didn't change her expression, but the eyebrows felt a little tighter, similar to the feedback of pressing the pen refill an inch in front of the eyebrows.

"It was targeted."

Amamiya Noriko bowed her head, her slender hands seemed to gently pull up and slip off some socks, and when she looked up, her eyes swept through the bangs that might be aimed at several places that might be aimed at here. found.

"Chianti, Cohen."

Sure enough, there were still people watching, she thought, too. A wine with a code name lost contact, and his whereabouts were unknown. The winery would not respond without any response.

"It can only be said that you two have worked hard. When you receive the news of Calvados from Sister Bei, you won't have to blow the northwest wind on it."

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and Amamiya Noriko walked down the steps in front of the art museum to get on her motorcycle. After riding Juechen, she left the art museum and went to the Mihua Hotel where Belmod is located.

Chianti was a little concerned about this somewhat inexplicable woman, and the sudden smile just now made her think it was the woman of Belmod.

It's just that she still has to watch here now and can't leave.

But this did not prevent her from taking out her mobile phone and contacting Gin: "Is there any news about Calvados? There is nothing to gain from the museum, it is a complete waste of time."

As soon as the phone was connected, the gin complained: "..."

"Keep watching. If Calvados is no longer found, treat him as dead."

Gin's indifferent voice came from the other end of the phone, and Chianti was a little curious: "What are you doing over there?"

"Repair the car."

Chianti was taken aback by Gin's brief words: "Repair the car?"

"That's it, keep watching, and contact me if you have news."

But the phone was hung up after Gin finished speaking. Chianti was unhappy after being hung up. Gin's classic car broke down?

"Although it rarely happens, it doesn't seem strange when you think about it, after all, you're so old."

Chianti murmured and could only continue to stare at the museum.

On the other side, Gin, who was in the garage, hung up the phone and looked at the mechanic in front of him with a blank expression: "Can't you?"

"It's not impossible, it's just that the model of your car is really old, boss, and I don't know much about it. If you can strengthen the anti-theft, you must take it apart first..."

The opposite is very embarrassed. The demands of these two masters who seem to be easy to mess with are really rare. It is only possible to strengthen the anti-theft. If not, don't give him a car.

But for such an old model car, unless you find an equally old master, or he has to take it apart and take a look...

Vodka picked up his neckline with one hand and threatened: "Can you give me a word?! Otherwise, I want to touch my brother's car?"

The guy wants to cry but has no tears. This big guy doesn't seem to be very good at talking. He can only say that it should be OK, but he is still muttering in his heart. Cars are not bicycles or motorcycles, and they are not easy to deal with if they are stolen. Who? Nothing to steal a car.

It can only be unlucky in the dark. These days, he looks like a triad, so vicious, he is afraid that his car will be stolen.

Jin Jiu nodded and said calmly, "By the way, do some maintenance."

Vodka let go of the man and put him down. He was still strong enough to lift the man with one hand. Although he was a little rude, he was also gentle at times.

For example, when closing the door of my brother's car.

Here, gin and vodka worked all night, and repaired the car in the repair shop. On the other side, Belmode was looking up the information collected by Bourbon.

She and Bourbon have been on the line a few years ago, and the partnership between the two is still intact.

At this time, the information in her hand was actually from Noriko Amamiya.

Her little junior sister, just looking at the information Bourbon collected, Amamiya Noriko seems to be the eldest young lady of the Amamiya Consortium, but she is approachable, and she does not have the air of a young lady outside the school. She has a soft personality and a kind heart. , Occasionally some liveliness that does not match the temperament of the eldest lady.

The last sentence was added by Bourbon himself. Since Noriko Amamiya came directly to ask him to take a photo, I added a little comment, so as not to be told by someone in the organization that she covered up her acquaintance with her.

It was this last sentence that made Belmode smile, and he recognized Bourbon's ability to collect information.

Because she is more familiar than Bourbon and Amamiya Noriko, and she has also instructed this little sister in makeup in Hawaii. She knows that she is really soft and cute, but in private, she is really lively, and even It can be said that a lot is hidden.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} "Although not deep, Bourbon should have had contact with Noriko."

Belmode guessed right with this Bourbon comment.

In addition, there is Noriko Amamiya's study, physical information, study is completely impeccable, shallow investigation, it is excellent results from childhood to adulthood.

As for the intermittent fever and cold in the body, Belmod has already heard about it, but at this time, he is still a little speechless when he sees the information in his hand, it is too frequent.

She also doesn't know whether this little junior sister's physical fitness is good or bad, weakness and good physical fitness coexist.

However, there is a karate competition that entered the semi-finals of the National League, which seems quite abrupt.

"Oh? Isn't this my Angel and CoolGuy?"

From the friends around Amamiya Noriko, Belmod naturally saw the names of Maurilan and Kudo Shinichi, as well as the accompanying photos.

Belmod raised her eyebrows slightly, but she knew that Amamiya Noriko had a good relationship with Kudo Shinichi and Xiaolan, and she knew it in New York.

She flipped through the information of Xiaolan and Shinichi a little at this time, because what she wanted from Bourbon was Kiko Amamiya, so there was not much information about Xiaolan and Shinichi here, but she still saw Kudo Shinichi One that column "whereabouts unknown" conclusion.

"Are you missing?"

Belmod frowned slightly, and before she could think any more, there was a knock on the door from the other side.

"Who?"

Belmod didn't let his guard down, walked over unhurriedly, and said calmly at the door.

The voice of a hotel waiter she remembered came from outside the door: "Miss Wynyard, someone at the front desk asked me to give you a present. She said her name was Baileys, and the gift seemed to be a greeting card."

Hearing Baileys' name, Belmode opened her eyes slightly, and then smiled charmingly. I didn't expect that, she was in Japan, and she came to the door not long after she came.

In the case of greeting cards, at least there is no possibility of bombing himself. Besides, that mysterious Baileys probably doesn't mean to be a special enemy to him.

She stretched out her hand to open the door, and was about to take the greeting card to check it, but when she opened the door, she saw a taller figure approaching the waiter than she had imagined.

Belmod turned calmly on one side, reached out and touched the holster between her thighs, but suddenly saw that the figure was Calvados who fell straight down. She let the bound Calvados fall to the ground. , tilted his head to look at the more slender figure at the door.

"Good evening, Belmod~"

With a smile, Kiko Amamiya raised her hand and took off the newsboy cap on her head, looking quite polite, she still used the waiter's voice in the evening, and said her name in Bailey's seductive voice.

This waiter's voice is what she wrote down after a little chat below~www.NovelMTL.com~ Baileys. "

Belmod didn't change his face, and responded with a chuckle. She raised Baileys' voice-changing technique a little higher in her heart. She didn't hear any obvious flaws just now.

In addition to her clever transformation, what's more important is that she is now completely Chris Wynyard's appearance, and she has never shown the appearance in front of Baileys, so she can be so sure that it is herself?

The eyes of the two of them looked at each other, and they seemed to contain a smile. They were happy, and nothing unpleasant happened.

Calvados fell straight down like this, and let out a grunt, slightly interrupting their gaze.

"Aren't you going to invite me in? Japan is very particular about hospitality. Besides him, I also brought a present to Belmod."

Amamiya Noriko smiled sweetly, blinked her eyes, and slightly lifted the gift box in her hand.

It was very delicately packaged with ribbons and colored paper. It was a square gift box, and she was lightly picking it up with her slender tail fingers.

"Ah, I've been in the United States for a long time after all. Come on, come in. You're very welcome. You don't need to change your shoes. It doesn't matter. This hotel will provide a very perfect cleaning service sooner or later."

Belmod patted his head lightly, as if very sorry.

Welcoming Baileys in, ignoring her act of stepping directly on Calvados to enter, let the guests slowly close the door after entering the room, and locked the door without making a sound.

Then she looked at Baileys' graceful back. This mysterious Baileys brought Calvados, whose whereabouts are unknown, again. What does it mean?