Ke Xue world is not scientific.

There is no need to continue to snipe.

Going to the frontal battlefield is more direct.

At the same time, he sent Rum an email.

[The goods are in place. —Grouse】

Soon, the reply arrived.

[Curaçao will receive it. —Rum】

Curacao again?

Suzuki Yusuke looked at the email with a rather ugly face.

Ever since the Baima group appeared, he had thought about when another group of similar members would appear.

Or let some of those people in front of the gin line show their faces.

As a result, there have been no new faces.

This time he came to Africa, he thought he would see some new faces here, but he didn't expect it to be Curaçao this time.

Is it intentional?

Or do those people not exist at this stage?

Or are those people all undercover agents placed in the red lineup?

Suzuki Yusuke is not quite sure.

It's better to wait for Belmode to get away completely, and then ask the other party carefully.

at the same time.

Tokyo.

A high-end apartment.

The cold moonlight slanted down on the window sill.

The blond woman in a silk nightgown leaned against the window, looking at the night outside with a little melancholy in her eyes.

She whispered in her mouth.

"go."

"Don't go."

"go."

"Don't go."

"..."

Along with her voice, petals fell.

After a while, she picked off all the petals of a whole fresh rose.

"Not going..."

After reading this, Belmode withdrew his gaze and looked at the bare flower stem in his hand, and couldn't help showing a mocking smile.

"Shirley, it seems it's not time for me to meet you."

Belmode put down the flower stem, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, his cheeks turned rosy, "I really want to see what you look like now..."

At this time, another equally graceful figure came over.

"Don't give me any tasks related to that person in the future."

Hearing this, Belmode slowly got up, holding the wine glass gracefully, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and walked to the person.

In front of her was Reiko Shimizu.

"Why are you keeping your head down?"

Belmode stretched out his index finger and lifted the opponent's chin, and moved closer.

Beautiful eyes.

She saw the panic in the other's eyes.

"If you refuse my mission, you will die."

Belmode moved closer, his young face was completely cold with this appearance.

But soon she put away her aura and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't give you such a task again."

"Um......"

Reiko Shimizu couldn't help but took a half step back, she bit her lower lip lightly, "Then I'll go first."

"Let's go...wait."

"Any other orders?"

"Are you going to take off your disguise?"

"..."

"No, I will always be Reiko Shimizu."

Chapter 639 A short vacation

After Shimizu Reiko left, the huge room suddenly became cold again.

"What a rare vacation...at least for me right now."

Belmode stretched, grabbed another gauze from the sofa and put it on.

After thinking about it, she went back to the bedroom and lay down.

Coming back this time, it was not a suitable choice to meet Suzuki Yusuke.

However, after learning the news that the other party was going to Africa, it dispelled some of her doubts about whether the last call was noticed by that person.

Sera Mari disappeared without a trace.

She also couldn't seduce the other party to show up by pretending to be Akai Wuwu.

It is impossible to use the same method twice.

The other party may no longer be in the UK.

The one who asked her to go back to Japan to rest for a period of time might not have the plan to let her come to Japan to find the other party's figure later.

This matter is considered a top secret within the organization, and there is no substitute for her to do it.

If nothing else, her main task in the future should be to find Sera Marie.

So what to do during this break?

Belmode suddenly felt at a loss.

Chasing and killing Shirley has already given up.

Looking for Sera Marie is just dawdling.

Do other tasks?She has no other tasks right now.

Trouble with the FBI?It would be better to lie at home.

...

Belmode tossed and turned on the bed like a mermaid, finally supported his body on his elbows, and took out a new mobile phone from the hidden compartment under the bed.

Her slender fingers danced like flying, and an email was sent thousands of miles away immediately.

[Yusuke, the result of I tore the petals just now is that I didn’t go to see Shirley, but I want to see Conan again, can I use your identity? 】

The reply came fairly quickly.

【no.Also, since you returned to Tokyo without communicating with me, I now officially issue a stay-at-home order to you. 】

[Can you stop being so heartless. 】

[You have to be clear about one thing, it's not enough to just be buried with you. 】

[So you agree? 】

[Stay away from her, it's good for everyone. 】

Belmode couldn't help crossing his calves, raised his neck, and typed quickly with his hands holding the phone.

[Got it, I just took advantage of the short vacation to see cooooooool guy. XXX]

Waited for a while, no new reply.

Belmod put down his phone, lay down on his back, let out a long sigh of relief, and then fell asleep smoothly.

African continent.

Suzuki Yusuke didn't know what expression he should make now.

That woman actually sneaked back to Japan!

The people of Yangcun have been protecting Hui Yuanai in the same way as before, and no abnormalities have been found.

And Suzuki Yusuke himself also acquiesced that Belmode would contact him first after he got away.

Unexpectedly, it was still a miscalculation.

holiday......

However, since the other party took the initiative to mention this matter to him, there should be no problem.

And he can also see from this that Belmode should not be out of the shackles now, and it will take some time to operate.

Under such circumstances, Belmode dared not appear around Conan.

But it would be different if he used his identity.

After all, this woman has reported his criminal record several times.

Now that he is not in Tokyo, the other party disguised himself as him to 'investigate' and 'find' some information and intelligence, but he was actually an organization, or that person did not deviate from the routine in his eyes.