[Net King + Conan] Time Lost City

Matsuda Jinpei's operation was very successful. The penetrating gunshot wound was only one centimeter away from the heart. The situation at that time was very dangerous, but Matsuda had a strong will to survive and had excellent physical fitness. Before entering the operating room, he held his eyes open. Chief Miwako Sato's hand was as angry as silk but his eyes were persistent. He only said two words: "Mu Liu."

Sato understood what he meant by extension, if he had something to do, take care of Mu Liu, Sato just held his hand with his back, and she was at a loss for a moment of pain in her heart, a little frightened, but she still knew how to answer: " You have to tell her yourself."

Matsuda Jinpei, she is not the only one you owe.

Matsuda laughed silently, then slowly closed his eyes, Miwako Sato let go of his hand, and with the sound of hurried footsteps, he was finally pushed into the operating room.

The sky gradually darkened, and the choking smell of disinfectant filled the nostrils, passing through the heart and lungs from the throat. Mu Liu silently listened to Gao Mu's succinct description of the thrilling process at that time. She listened to him saying that the sniper shot at the moment How vigilant Matsuda was to protect Sato, and how to avoid the vital point, but it was still a step too late.

Mu Liu was calmer than she imagined. Kaidou Kuiyu walked in after answering the phone from the balcony, and stood quietly aside, the slight frivolity in his brows and eyes was completely wrapped by his tranquility, and his gestures and gestures were calm. It's etiquette, but it makes people pay too much attention and won't be ignored. He has mastered this kind of scale with a high degree of proficiency.

Mu Liu grasped the point in Gao Mu's not-so-smooth brief narration, and her voice was flat and straightforward: "That is to say, this is a vendetta?"

Takagi was silent for a while, nodded, and said in an obscure voice, "The Metropolitan Police Department has sent the most elite team, and the murderer will be caught soon."

Mu Liu uttered a cry, and stopped talking. She walked towards Heiyu, her heart was so choked up, she just forced a smile, it would be better not to smile: "Mr. Heiyu, thank you today, it's so late, you go back .”

It comes from the heart.

Hei Yu brushed the broken hair on his forehead, and smiled cheerfully: "You're welcome, friends don't need these, and you bribe me with jujube cake, I won't suffer."

Mu Liu had a naive expression, she was always amused by him and really laughed, she looked at him with bright eyes, nodded and said yes.

She was a head shorter than him, with a low-collared shirt. As soon as he lowered his head, he could easily see her white and delicate collarbone, and the bones were light and tight. He thought about it, and before he left, he still said something abruptly: " You need to eat more."

How is she so thin?It doesn't look as rosy and healthy as Qingzi.

Mu Liu looked at him suspiciously, thinking, how can I still eat.

Kuroba went downstairs with Takagi. Takagi went to buy food. Although Sato was not seriously injured, he still needed to be hospitalized for recuperation. Matsuda had no family, and Asakura Muliu and him depended on each other.

At seven o'clock, Muliu received another call from Hattori. He was full of anger and helpless: "Muliu, try to persuade Kazuya, this guy ran to the train station by himself, nothing I say will work."

Mu Liu said "Hello" lightly, and dialed He Ye's number. On the other end of the phone, you could hear the sound of traffic horns and Yuan Shan and Ye Fengchen were still full of vitality, and there were some little girls who were charming and coquettish. Little grievance: "Mu Liu, I'm going to Tokyo to play with you."

Mu Liu stroked the phone with his thumb, very patiently: "Sorry He Ye, I can't entertain you today, brother Zhenping is injured and hospitalized, I can't go back."

He Ye sounded a little uneasy: "I'm sorry Mu Liu, Mr. Matsuda...is he all right..."

"The operation was a success and he is fine."

"Mu Liu... am I being willful..."

How can there be any waywardness, how normal it is for a girl to act coquettishly and willful to the boy she likes, it is normal to be enviable.

"That must be Heiji's fault, and Kazuha don't forgive him." Mu Liu didn't have any psychological pressure to trouble Hattori, "It's better to have him around all the time."

"Then... I'll go find you when Mr. Matsuda is well."

"A word is settled!"

Heye has a lively personality, innocent and kind, and Heiji is straightforward when he gets angry. In fact, she is really easy to coax, but Heiji's EQ is too low, and it is not uncommon for Heiji to be self-defeating.

When Matsuda woke up, it was already midnight. He opened his eyes, and what he saw was endless paleness and dazzling incandescent lights. Memories flashed through his mind, and he felt a little disappointed.

Mu Liu was peeling an apple by the bed, the hand holding the knife moved slowly like a slow motion movie, peeling off the apple skin and flesh round by round, and it didn't break off until the end.

It was endlessly dark outside the window, he had no concept of time, he didn't know how long he had slept since he entered the operating room for anesthesia, when he looked up again, Mu Liu had already stopped what he was doing, and was staring at him fixedly, neither happy nor sad.

Matsuda struggled to get up, the incision in his chest was still hurting, Mu Liu put down the apple to help him up, put a pillow on his back, and poured another glass of water: "Are you hungry, Mr. Takagi bought porridge, you can only eat liquid food, I'll bring you soup tomorrow, sister Miwako is fine, but she suffered a gunshot wound to her arm, and Mr. Takagi is taking care of her in the next ward."

After Matsuda drank the water, his throat was no longer dry and sore. Now he was rejoicing and enlightened after death. He hummed lightly, and didn't have much energy to say too much.

The attending doctor and nurse filed in one after another. After a series of examinations, the attending doctor carefully instructed Mu Liu on the things to pay attention to, and told her to give the patient a small amount of food first. Mu Liu wrote down one by one. , exited the ward.

Mu Liu peeled off the bag of porridge, and there was another knock on the door outside the ward. Mu Liu opened the door, a little surprised.

She is a noble lady, even though her youth is gone, she can still see the elegance and extraordinary temperament from her face. The woman cut straight to the point: "I'm looking for Mr. Matsuda."

Mu Liu stepped aside, and she heard Matsuda's not-so-respectful words: "Mrs. Sato."

She blinked, feeling awe-inspiring.

Mrs. Sato's expression was impeccable and dignified, with a noble self-respect. She looked at Matsuda with piercing eyes, and Matsuda evoked a cynical smile, which added some color to his pale face.

"Rare visitor."

Mrs. Sato doesn't circle around, she looks at Mu Liu very kindly, the emotion in her bright eyes is exactly the same as that of Miwako Sato, from her, you can see where Miwako Sato's ability and beauty come from.

"I'm going to heat the porridge." Muliu picked up the porridge box, and very consciously withdrew from the conversation. She gently knocked on the door, but did not leave immediately. With her back pressed against the door, she clearly heard Mrs. Sato said without any emotion: "I hope you can leave Miwako."

Matsuda chuckled a few times with unknown meaning, and Mu Liu could imagine his indifferent face and casual smile, the sarcasm that pierced the heart.

Mrs. Sato is well-preserved. If Muliu were her, she would not like Matsuda's attitude. Mrs. Sato continued to say calmly: "Mr. Matsuda is a smart person, you are outstanding, but my family Miwako and your family Like that little girl, she lost her father since she was a child. If one day she brings a man who has no identity and background and has enemies to hunt down and kill him at any time, what will happen to you? Interfere in Miwako's emotional life, but I just hope that the man she chooses can make her happy and happy, instead of worrying about living in a stable place."

Mu Liu didn't listen back, she was walking in the corridor with the porridge box in her arms, the central hospital was quiet in the middle of the night, and there were occasional hurried footsteps from patients and their families who were being rescued. In the small kitchen, there are several microwave ovens that can warm up the ingredients, and the power supply is uninterrupted for 24 hours. Mu Liu puts the porridge in and sets the time.

The waiting time was rather boring. Muliu went to the balcony, the glass door separated two worlds, one was cold and pale, the other was hot and dark, from white to black, fresh air rushed in, the phone in his pocket was buzzing, it was Greetings from Hattori, Osaka.

[Just let me know if you need something, my young master is on call around the clock and will come at any time, if there is no traffic jam. ]

Asakura Muliu lived steadily until the age of 17, with ups and downs and bumps along the way. One of the things she is most grateful for is that she has made friends with Hattori Heiji, which is a lifetime wealth.