The daily life of the king of gold

After the case was solved, Dr. Ali drove his yellow Beetle home with a few well-fed children.

They sat in the back seat of the car and discussed the case that happened today, and they turned to those two strange guys while talking.

"I don't know what their identities are, why is it okay even with a knife." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya rubbed his chin and thought.

"However, since Officer Sato let go, it means they are not bad people, right?"

Kojima Motota's thoughts were relatively simple, he touched his belly full of food and said: "Although that kid's attitude is quite annoying, but the game is really good."

"And he also likes Kamen Rider, so he must not be a bad guy!"

The children's summary like this is full of childishness and innocence, but Edogawa Conan doesn't think so.

Hui Yuanai was sitting beside him, so she could clearly see his expression, but she didn't say anything for the time being.

It wasn't until the children in the back seat got out of the car and the car continued to drive towards Dr. Ali's house that she slowly said, "Although I don't know what your plan is, I would like to advise you to just accept it like this." Hands are better."

"...Why do you say that, Haibara?"

"Before, they mentioned [Baowuluo] in the conversation."

Hui Yuanai turned his head sideways, his eyes filled with seriousness: "Do you know what this word represents?"

"It sounds familiar..." Edogawa Conan recalled, but only thought of some urban legends.

Seeing that he kept silent, Haibara continued: "It is said that in Zhenme Town, there is an existence surrounded by flames, whose flames of anger can burn everything in the world. You have become the well-deserved king of the city."

"The existence of this organization is called [Barbara]."

"But, these are urban legends, right?" Dr. Ali, who was driving, squinted at her.

Edogawa Conan also took over the words: "That is to say, even urban legends can't be taken seriously..."

"Whether Barbara really has a king who can control flames, I don't know." Hui Yuanai interrupted him: "But when I was in the organization, I heard them mention [Baowuluo] 】."

"You mean the organization in black!?" He was so surprised that his pupils shrank instantly.

"Correct."

Hui Yuanai also nodded, and said: "The organization tried to enter that place, but for some unknown reason, it pulled out all the forces again. I don't know the details, but I did hear [ Wu Luo] this name."

"There is no doubt that they are feared by the organization, and an existence that is enough to be feared by the organization..." As she spoke, her eyes sharpened: "Edogawa, you'd better not provoke them!"

"I was serious!"

Conan Edogawa was stared at by her all the time, and found that the other party had a posture of not giving up if he didn't agree, so he nodded: "...I see."

However, he still didn't take it seriously.

If [Baowuluo] is really enough to be feared by the black organization, then it is too strange that a member of them would work part-time in a barbecue restaurant.

Thinking of the strange words that the man with the knife said to Tiandao Jieyue when he left...

Edogawa Conan felt that he really couldn't let go easily.

Once it comes to matters related to the black organization, he feels a kind of nervousness and inexplicable excitement in his heart...

Are you going to step back for safety, or... to continue the investigation?

The rejuvenated detective clenched his hands on his knees tightly.

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Tiandaojieyue moved Dostoevsky back to the nearest home.

Although it is said that the stone plate will develop the physical functions of the king to the maximum, it is not difficult to bring him back, but in any case, the picture of a girl who is less than 1.6 meters carrying a 1.8-meter man back is really amazing A little bit too good.

From the park on the street to the apartment so close, she would be looked at with weird eyes when she met the security personnel of the apartment, not to mention that she took him directly to the bustling street.

Tiandao Jieyue praised his wit.

She threw Dostoevsky on the sofa, turned around and walked into the kitchen to put the bought things in the refrigerator, then took a bottle of yogurt and walked back to the living room, and sat on the single sofa next to her.

Looking at the peaceful face of the young man in his drowsiness, if he hadn't known his identity a long time ago, Tiandao Jieyue might not have been able to connect him with the notorious [Rat of the Dead House].

It's a pity that this kind of tranquility can only appear under the current situation. When he wakes up, he doesn't know what kind of chaos will arise.

Tiandao Jieyue sat quietly on the spot, drinking yogurt and looking over there. Did he call Reisi Munakata and ask him to take him back to Scepter4's prison cell.

Although it is better to say that one thing is worse than one thing less, but instead of letting Dostoevsky go to jail, she is now more inclined to let him toss with the [Jungle] that is faster than water.

After all, among the two people, one wants to liberate the Dresden stone plate so that humans all over the world can obtain supernatural powers, while the other wants to eliminate all supernatural powers in this world.

Two extreme people with completely opposite ideas get together, and it is estimated that there will be a fight.

It's just that if you want to lead Dostoyevsky to find Bishuiliu without any trace, this matter will probably have to be discussed in the long run.

Tiandao Jieyue covered the young man who was sleeping soundly on the sofa with a thin blanket. In the air-conditioned room, there was no need to worry that he would catch a cold.

Unlike the terrible mind, Dostoevsky's body is really weak.

Recalling the fact that the other party had been lying unconscious for several days because of the continuous low-grade fever, she couldn't help feeling that he might not be a fake Russian.

"It was agreed to beat the bear with bare hands..."

She muttered in a low voice, took the charging terminal beside her, put on the earphones and played the game, until she noticed that the people around her were waking up, then after pausing in the dark, she put the terminal on the back on the table.

"woke up?"

Dostoevsky closed his eyes again because he was not used to the light, and opened them again after a while, looking at the ceiling with a warm color that was obviously different from what he expected, and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

The girl sitting under the warm orange light was wearing a goose-yellow home dress, braided her long brown hair obliquely into a loose braid on her chest, and sat beside her quietly watching him.

Those green eyes gradually merged with that of the little girl a few years ago.

"The way of heaven."

"Are you disappointed to see me?"

Tiandao Jieyue raised her delicate eyebrows: "When I was returning home, I happened to meet someone who was kidnapped in the alley, so I shot him away. Who knows that the victim turned out to be you."

"I think I'm probably meddling."

"how come?"

The sofa was big enough for Dostoevsky to turn over easily, and he changed to lying on his stomach, pressing his hands on the pillow that was used as a pillow, and leaning his face on the folded hands: "You saved me again!" hit me once."

"Actually, I think I'm pretty unlucky."

Tiandao Jieyue looked at him, shrugged his shoulders, and said lightly: "But I really can't leave you anywhere, otherwise I don't know which unlucky ghost will suffer."

Dostoevsky smiled because of her words, with an indelible youthful look in his eyes: "Am I so terrible in your heart?"

"It's really not a kind person to attack a girl in her teens."

She spoke calmly, as if the person who almost died at the hands of the other party was not herself: "Are you planning to lie here for a while, or are you planning to leave now?"

"You can lie down for a while longer." Dostoevsky yawned, and touched the place where he was beaten so badly with his hand, he could still feel a burst of pain.

He rubbed his belly again, looked up at Tiandao Jieyue who was about to play games with the terminal again, as if he had returned to the time when he was still in London two years ago: "Tiandao, I'm hungry..."

"Hold it when you're hungry."

"Heavenly-"

Hearing the extremely lazy voice drawn by his ears, Tiandao Jieyue didn't even lift his eyelids: "There is food in the refrigerator, if you want to eat, you can take it out and heat it yourself, but don't forget to write the IOU."

The young man said "hmm", "Where is the kitchen?"

"Go out and turn left to the first room."

She finally gave the other party a look, and leaned on the back of the sofa without concealing her dislike: "Mr. Dostoevsky, please use your brilliant head to seriously remember that you are older than me." Quite a few of those facts. Besides, I'm not your babysitter."

Dostoevsky threw off the blanket in response, sat up from the sofa, reached for the hat next to him, put it on, and bit his nails: "That's not bad."

"Your skin is itchy and you want to be beaten again?" Tiandao Jieyue smiled as brightly as spring in March.

But he shook his head without thinking, his eyes glowed with the light from the light, and a smile was drawn on his lips: "I refuse to suffer unnecessary harm."

"Then do it yourself and have enough food and clothing."

Tiandao Jieyue buried his head in the terminal game again, until the back of the other party left the living room, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away, he connected to the dedicated encrypted network developed and maintained by Yuzhu Tower, and opened another window.

Even if this route is faster than water, it is difficult to hack into it, and it has become the most commonly used method for her to communicate with Yuzhu Tower and other kings.

She sent Guochang Lu the matter she had just thought about, and planned to let Dostoevsky and Bishuiliu, the two scourges, aside for fun .

Then another contact person was switched, and the other party was also notified of this matter.

【Munakata Reishi】

[You are so willful, it will make us feel very troubled. 】

【Tsuki】

[Then I can only say sorry to you.But please keep going. 】

[Munakata room chief. 】

Reji Munakata, who originally thought that there was finally an extra gold king in charge, looked at the message she sent, paused the hand that placed the puzzle, and moved it to another position next to it.

Sure enough, none of the kings was reliable.

The author has something to say:

In the original book, the silver king doesn’t care about things, the gold king rarely interferes with these trivial matters, the red king is just a walking bomb, the green king, colorless and gray kings are also involved, and the head of the room alone provokes the king girder ah bushi

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For today's sand sculpture by the author group, if you want to support the scene, you can wear an inner height increase, within 5cm height increase + hat, rounding up to 170! (ni)

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Here are the tweets

"Being the Sand Sculpture Protagonist in Love Routine [Comprehensive]"

by kite kite

System: You heard a painful murmur coming from the alley, which made you pause in your hurried steps, and subconsciously looked up.With the help of dim street lights, you see a vague shadow leaning against the wall motionless.You, who are kind by nature, know that you shouldn't meddle in other people's business. After all, in this cruel world, you are just an ordinary person...

Tachibana Chie: Okay, you don't need to say it!I am kind by nature, unite with the masses, and love life—but, quite self-aware, so now!immediately!Turn around and leave!

System (pretending to be deaf): But, if he doesn't save the other party, this person may die here at some point.With that in mind, you roll up your sleeves...

Tachibana Chie: I will answer this question!I yelled "You are embarrassing me, Fat Tiger", then rolled up my sleeves and beat him up.In this way, he will die directly at my hands, instead of dying at an unknown time.

System: ………… guna! !

Black Cat: I remember, when we first met, you wanted to beat me up?

Tachibana Chie (!!! Wasn't this money addict in a coma at the time??): I didn't, I wasn't, don't talk nonsense without evidence.

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