Also at the winery today 996

"How did you get it here?"

It's better to say it's a blade than a handful of silver sticks.

The blade is flat and uniformly engraved with complex patterns. The patterns are concentrated on the tip of the blade, forming blood grooves.

At a rough glance, there were about 9-10 of them, and there was a leather wristband on the side. The wristband was equipped with a buckle to fix the silver blade.

Jian Chuanxie couldn't put it down and stroked the blade in the box, his eyes completely turned into starry eyes.

"The boss is traveling by sea."

Tita explained.

Although he didn't think highly of the young master, he still had to have the respect he deserved.

"Didn't father tell you? Don't look at me like that."

Raising his hand, the silver long blade flew out of his hand and shot towards the side of Tita's face.

Looking at the contempt and indifference in Dita's eyes, Ma Chuanxie seemed to see his own father.

He would take action against that man, this man who regarded himself as a noble man, why couldn't he take action?

Tita's pupils shrank and she hurriedly moved aside, but still did not avoid the blade.

The silver blade scratched the side of his face, leaving a trail of blood.

Black blood slowly flowed out from the wound, like the deepest malice.

"Apologise. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind watching your wounds fester and eventually die on the training ground." Ma Chuanxie closed the box and fastened the buckle. "In the first ten minutes, my whole body was weak and my muscles were relaxed. Ten minutes later, the toxin spread. The skin all over the body was severely ulcerated. Finally, it turned into a pool of black blood."

The material of these silver blades will react chemically with blood - as long as it doesn't touch blood, it will be an ordinary blade and it won't matter if it is held in your mouth.

Ding.

A familiar bell rings.

Jian Chuanxie glanced at the man coldly, took out his phone and looked at the message on it.

[Lucifer, you have to be careful when doing things. ——Martini]

【You are still so good at predicting things. This time, for your sake, I will let him go. There will be no next time. ——camus (Camus)]

lucifer, his English name. Fallen angel symbolizing sin.

"sorry."

After five minutes, Tita still lowered her head in front of Ma Chuanshe.

He never thought that he would be defeated at the hands of a young brat.

Jian Chuanxie glanced at Tita briefly, then slowly reopened the box in front of him and took out a small red bottle that was pressed underneath.

After unscrewing the lid, Ma Chuanxie threw a tablet the size of a little fingernail to Tita.

"Eat it. It won't kill you." He stopped using Japanese and switched to English.

Maybe that's more ironic?

Maybe, no one knows what Ma Chuanxie is thinking.

After taking the medicine, Tita swallowed it without saying anything. He was not afraid that Kamu would poison the medicine - the organization clearly stipulated that code members were not allowed to kill code members.

This was also the reason why he was afraid at first.

But because of this, he shot himself in the foot.

"Did Gin tell you where you live?" Ma Chuanxie put the box back and put it in his hand again. He still doesn't want a murder to happen in his house one day.

After all, Codename members have the right to execute non-Codename members.

The chef he just found couldn't be wasted like this.

"He asked me to live with you for the time being." Tita said.

have to. He had no choice but to offend his chef.

[Do you rent a house outside? ——camus (Camus)]

[Yes, what’s wrong? ——Toru Amuro]

[For the safety of your life, please feel aggrieved. Here is the deputy leader of the action team from the Western European branch. ——camus (Camus)]

In Poirot Cafe, Toru Amuro was about to close the door. His movements stopped, his fingers rubbed the frame of the phone, and he used another card in the phone to call Yuya Kazami.

"Mr. Fangtani!"

Yuya Kazami, who received Toru Amuro's call, was surprised and called out Toru Amuro's real name.

"How many times have I told you to call me Amuro? If there are members of the organization around, a hundred times will not be enough to kill me." Toru Amuro felt helpless when he heard the voice from the other side.

"Feel sorry!"

Toru Amuro took off her apron, picked up her bag and walked out the door, "Is there any news about the name I told you to check last time?"

"Do you mean the Jianchuan Pavilion?"

"Ah."

"No. This information is protected by American officials. If we check it privately, it will affect the diplomacy between the two countries."

official?

It is indeed the style of the organization. However, the power of the boss in the organization is really not that great. He can even interfere with American officials, and the interference is in intelligence.

After hanging up the phone, Toru Amuro locked the door and got into his white Mazda.

He still couldn't figure out what kind of person Jian Chuanxie was. Although he is obviously inseparable from the organization, he has a conniving attitude towards the undercover, and seems to have some admiration for Akai Shuichi - Amuro Toru is 80% sure that Magawa Xie has discovered his undercover identity, but he is not sure where he comes from. .

After all, there are so many official and espionage organizations in the world.

The United States alone has the FBI and CIA. Plus Britain's MI5, Japan's public security, police, etc.

"Let's drive."

The neon lights outside the window are flashing, and there are many people walking on the road. Busy Tokyo has begun its nightlife at this moment.

However, in the criss-crossing deep alleys, how many transactions and deaths are there that cannot be seen?

The black Toyota drove by in the night.

The two people in the car had different thoughts.

Black is the best protective color and the deepest color in the heart.

"Have you had dinner?" Ma Chuanxie took out the instant noodles from the cupboard that he had specially entrusted Toru Amuro to bring back yesterday, and prepared to boil hot water and eat them.

It’s basically not your turn to eat instant noodles in the United States. After all, his father still knows how to enjoy life.

In the morning, it was a Michelin restaurant special. At noon, a small local organization/a federal official personally invited us to dinner. In the evening, it was also a Michelin special.

He has carefully observed the four seasons throughout the year, and at most it has not been the same for a month. (Conan has no science)

"No."

He came to deliver things to Kamu as soon as he got off the plane, so he had no time to eat.

Jian Chuanxie tore off the plastic cover of the instant noodles, took out the seasoning packet, cut it open, and poured the packets into the instant noodles.

"Whatever you want to eat, just take it from the cupboard."

Pour in the hot water, then pick up a small ceramic figure that covers instant noodles and place it on the instant noodle bowl.

When Tita saw the little ceramic figure, her expression suddenly changed dramatically.

That...if he read it correctly, it was Absinthe's disguised identity as Chrissy Wynyard, right?

He had come into contact with Absinthe's disguised identity in England, and was deeply impressed by the woman known as the "Witch with a Thousand Faces".

"Are you familiar with absinthe?" Tita took out the bread from the cupboard and frowned at Ma Chuanxie.

Absinthe... is it a transliteration of Belmode? He hadn't heard that name for a long time.

"I learned from Absinthe and also did missions and bets with her. That's probably the relationship."

But, to be honest, he didn't really like absinthe, which was Belmode.

He really hated the Riddler.