I was in Conan, and after picking up Xiao Ai, I was chased by Hongzi.

"Yes, wasn't it also reported on the news on TV? The person who discovered the silver-haired murderer was my precious son."

"However, when the police received the notification and arrived, the silver-haired murderer had already committed suicide with a gun."

In the hotel, Chris Wynyard was sitting on the sofa with his slender legs. She smiled slightly when she heard Kudo Yukiko's words on the phone, "How is Xiaolan? Is her cold better?"

Kudo Yukiko glanced at Maori Ran, who was joking with Shinichi on the side, and replied: "Ran is much better now. Although she burned all night yesterday, her complexion is much better now after a night's sleep. Those things that happened yesterday, It seems that her fever has also gone away."

"By the way, can you tell Xiaolan something for me?" Chris Wynyard gently covered his waist. "Just tell her - you are right, I have also found my angel."

"Ah, that's a pretty good sentence." Kudo Yukiko said with a smile.

"not bad."

……

In my sleep, I kept hearing a sound echoing in my ears. As the sound disappeared, I slowly woke up.

Chris Wynyard was awake.

She sat on the sofa by the window with her legs crossed, overlooking New York in the early morning.

Fragments of sunlight kissed her slender collarbones, smooth and delicate calves, and naked feet.

With a slight smile on her face, her small feet swaying casually, and her leisurely demeanor, it seemed that she was fine.

"How are you feeling?" I stood up and sat on the edge of the bed.

She retracted her gaze from the window and suppressed the little joy in her heart.

The moment she looked at me, her cold eyes seemed to be brewing with a blizzard.

I couldn't help but shudder.

She stood up, her light nightgown covering her white thighs, and walked slowly towards me with her bare feet.

"Did you bandage the wound?" she asked, standing in front of me.

The voice is soft and pleasant, and there is a faint fragrance on her body, which is the smell of shower gel.

But I clearly felt a chill.

I raised my head, looked at her beautiful face, and nodded.

As a gust of wind came from her palm, I was slapped to the ground by her.

"So, that's why you took off all my clothes?!"

I propped myself on the floor, covering my burning cheek with my other hand, and a surge of anger suddenly emerged in my heart.

All fears seemed to be suppressed by this anger.

I suddenly raised my head and stared into her eyes:

"What do you mean?"

"Want to repay kindness with enmity?"

"Because you feel like you've been looked down upon by me and you feel like you're being tainted?"

"Don't you know how badly you were hurt last night?"

"If it weren't for me, the wound on your abdomen alone would have been enough to kill you several times!"

"I'm such a fool, I should just throw you in the room and let you die here!"

"I shouldn't have to take off your rain-covered clothes and wipe your body clean for you!"

"It would be better for you to be soaked by the rain and become a rotting corpse exuding a stench when someone finds you the next day!"

"Do you want to kill me? Come on, even if I die, I will curse you, a vicious woman!"

As if he was frightened by my momentum, Chris Wynyard was stunned for a moment.

I don't know when the dark clouds spread again, covering the sky and the scattered sunlight.

A creepy smile suddenly appeared on her gloomy face.

"Then go to die."

The pistol I had thrown away last night appeared in her hand.

When the cold gun pointed at my head, it was as if a basin of cold water had poured out the anger in my heart, followed by a strong sense of fear and powerlessness.

"What's wrong? Didn't you look pretty powerful just now?" She gently pulled the gun.

The sound of the bullet being loaded was like a call from hell, and dense cold sweat broke out on my forehead before I knew it.

As I watched her finger gently pull the trigger, my breathing gradually became faster and my heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest.

"boom."

As the gunfire rang out, I closed my eyes in resignation.

Everything is your own choice, no one can blame you. Forget it, I have long been disappointed with this world anyway.

I wonder if I can see my mother in heaven?

……

After a long time, I slowly opened one eye.

I'm not dead.

The femme-like woman in front of me had already sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, looking at me jokingly, with a meaningful smile on her face.

As for the bullet, it hit the carpet next to me.

"Why?" I asked in a daze.

"Because," she casually threw the pistol aside, "I don't want to kill you now."

Oh, it turns out that human life is so cheap?

So, I got up from the ground, straightened my clothes, and walked straight out the door.

"Did I say you can leave?" Her voice appeared behind me.

I clenched my fists and turned around slowly. It was already like this, and I wasn't that afraid of her anymore.

The worst possible outcome is death.

"Is there anything else?" I looked directly into her eyes.

"Come and help me change the dressing. There is blood oozing from the wound." She took off her nightgown.

The entire beautiful body was exposed in front of me without any concealment.

Even though my hands had touched every part of this body last night, the beauty displayed at this moment was completely different.

She pointed to the area where her abdomen was bandaged, and I followed it with my eyes.

A large amount of blood oozed from the pure white bandage.

Just looking at it makes me feel pain.

But there was no sign of pain on her face.

Although he wanted to act more manly, his body refused to obey and he leaned forward.

When I stood in front of her with medicine, bandages, and scissors, she sat there motionless like a statue, if she hadn't changed the position of her slender legs.

"Just sit over here," she said, holding the long pale blond hair hanging down her back and moving it to the other side. "Didn't you do a good job yesterday?"

I sat next to her, and the slender collarbones and plump jade peaks all came into view.

I couldn't help but look at this, but she still didn't make any move.

Simply, I directly wrapped my arms around her waist, found the knotted part of the bandage, and then slowly untied it.

The right hand stuffs the ball-shaped bandage into the left hand, and the left hand goes around the waist for half a circle and then passes it to the right hand again, and the cycle starts again.

During this period, even though I tried my best to control it, my cheek still occasionally touched her jade-like shoulders and smooth back.

And she was always trembling unconsciously, which caused my movements not to be so smooth.

"Don't move." I couldn't help but scolded.

When my warm breath lingered on her collarbone, her body suddenly became stiff.

"Just do your thing."

[Question: Who did Mr. Da Fei kill alone when he debuted and became famous in one battle? 】