I make a lot of money from vests

Mori Ogai asked the two of them to complete the task not only because of their strength, but also because they are new members and not many people have seen them.

At that time, if the assassination fails, or is exposed, they can be discarded directly.

Yuan Yi sighed, "This is really a dilemma."

Zenyuan Shi Er said relaxedly: "In the worst case, let's kill the previous employer, and stay at the port of Mafia with peace of mind. It's not bad to be a cadre in the future."

Yuan Yi said bluntly, "Get lost."

[The cooling time of the character simulator is still eight hours. ]

Mori Ogai gave them three days to assassinate people, and his character simulator had an eight-hour cooldown.

On balance, it is easier to steal information, and he still has tasks to complete.

He said: "My props will be ready for use in eight hours. At that time, I will simulate the main body as Zhongya Zhongyuan and sneak into the database."

Zenyuan Shi'er: "We've found all the culprits, the little boss really has you."

Yuan Yi pursed his lips, silently apologizing to Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye in his heart.

It was really forced and helpless, so I had no choice but to cheat him.

***

Kunikida took a small shovel and carefully cleaned the small advertisements posted on the lamp posts.

Osamu Dazai was paddling. He was standing in front of that lamp post 10 minutes ago, and he was still standing in front of the same post 10 minutes later.

Atsushi Nakajima took a breath, wiped the sweat off his brow, and sat down on the spot.

"Why does the detective agency still take on the work of the cleaners?"

Kunikida was cleaning up very seriously. After hearing Nakajima's question, he replied, "Because of the money."

Nakajima immediately stood up, took a shovel and quickly cleaned up the small advertisement on the lamp post.

"Mr. Dazai! You have been standing in front of the same lamppost for more than half an hour, and none of the small advertisements on it have been cleaned!"

Osamu Dazai said innocently: "It was discovered..."

"Dazai!"

Kunikida's eyes were red, and he dropped the shovel and hit Osamu Dazai on the head.

Nakajima took a step back silently, it turned out that Osamu Dazai continued to work.

Osamu Dazai circled the lamp post in a daze, "There are so many... small stars..."

"Hey...hell, why is there a smaller version of Shinichi..."

Kunikida pushed down his glasses, held Osamu Dazai's ears and furiously said, "Don't be naughty, hurry up and work!"

Osamu Dazai shook his head: "How can there be such a tyrant as Kunikida in hell? I don't want it!"

Nakajima continued to stay away.

There were not many small advertisements left on the lampposts, and Nakajima alone cleaned them up carefully.

Kunikida had already withdrawn from the cleaning team, and concentrated on yelling at Osamu Dazai.

Nakajima sighed silently, thinking of Izumi Kyoka who was on a business trip.

If Quan Jinghua, a reliable 17-year-old woman, was here, the cleanup should be much easier.

He has figured out a truth that age is inversely proportional to reliability.

Apart from the president, the oldest Mr. Ranpo is extremely unreliable, while the younger Izumi Kyoka and him are the most reliable people in the detective agency.

The last small advertisement was cleared by Nakajima. He collapsed on the ground and glanced at Kunikida who was still teaching Dazai a lesson.

If he didn't know Kunikida well, he would definitely think that he was being lazy by teaching Osamu Dazai a lesson.

"Mr. Kunikida, you have cleaned up all the advertisements."

Kunikida tidied up his messy suit, and dragged Dazai, who seemed to have fainted, over.

Nakajima helped with Kunikida's tools.

He was a little absent-minded.

Kunikida asked, "What are you thinking?"

Nakajima hesitated and said, "I'm thinking about Kudo-kun, he seems to have evaporated, completely disappeared from this world."

It's not that the detective agency has never found Kudo Shinichi who ran away with 70 billion alone.

But there is no clue, and it is even possible that his identity is false.

Kunikida snorted coldly: "Who knows where that guy took the money to have a good time."

Atsushi Nakajima: "I'm still very curious, how did Kudo-kun create an identical version of me, and then went to collect the bounty."

After the detective agency defeated Francis, he got an item exactly like Atsushi Nakajima from him.

It was simply copied from Atsushi Nakajima, and the fingerprints were exactly the same.

Except that the real Atsushi Nakajima is alive, and that Atsushi Nakajima is dead.

"Who knows how he did it? If he appears again..."

Kunikida moved his wrist, lifted Dazai Osamu and said viciously: "The end will be worse than him."

"..." Atsushi Nakajima said, "Is there any result in dissecting that dead man like me with Xie Ye-san?"

Kunikida shook his head: "I don't know, you can ask her yourself."

"The shrunken version of Shinichi... where is the shrunken version of Shinichi!"

Osamu Dazai suddenly yelled, "Why is the world falling down..."

Nakajima looked in the direction that Osamu Dazai pointed.

There were only two people there, one was wearing black tight short-sleeved sleeves, and Nakajima was very envious of his muscles.

The other was only as tall as his waist, wearing simple short sleeves and pants, and wearing a pair of glasses. He was a child, about six years old, and should be in elementary school.

Atsushi Nakajima rubbed his eyes: "I'm not mistaken... That kid really looks like Shinichi-kun."

Kunikida shook off Osamu Dazai, and said seriously, "Follow me and have a look."

Zen Yuan Shi Er rubbed the space between his eyebrows, feeling very headache.

He took off the disguise of Kurosawa, and Yuan Yi turned into that child again, which made him extremely unhappy.

I always feel that this little kid is very similar to someone he has seen.

He didn't really remember Qingba's appearance, he hadn't seen him a few times, and he was still a man, so he forgot that his appearance was normal.

There are not many people who can bother to remember, most of them are enemies, and remembering their appearance is only for the convenience of seeking revenge later.

"Change back."

Yuan Yi was fiddling with the watch with the anesthesia needle on his wrist and said casually: "Isn't this cute? If you don't like the look of Edogawa Conan, I can still look like other children."

Zenyuan even had a dark face, and after a long time spit out a few words: "No children."

Yuan Yi looked up at him, his eyes were bent into two crescent moons, and he deliberately smiled brightly.

"turn down."

Zenyuan Shier: "..."

"Have you found out where the Ministry of Intelligence's database is located?"

Zenyuan Shier gave him a picture: "The database is there, and there are special personnel to handle it. Only intelligence personnel, quasi-cadres and cadres can get close."

Yuan Yi held the map and said: "It's convenient to know the location, and when the cooling time of my props is up, act immediately."

"Who!"

Zenyuan Shi'er turned his head quickly, and the knife at his waist came out of his hand, brushed past Kunikida's face, and cut off a strand of blond hair around his ear.

Dazai Osamu did not know when he woke up, he stretched out his hand to hold the knife, the knife twirled in his hand, and was thrown back.

Zenyuan Shier caught the knife and raised his eyebrows to look at them: "You guys, what are you doing with us?"

Yuan Yi shrank behind Zenyuan Shier, looking at Dazai and the others.

His eyes suddenly met Dazai Zhiji's eyes with a smile, and for some reason he was a little sullen.

His eyes were deep, and his iris-colored pupils seemed to be able to see through everything that came into his eyes.

See through all disguises and face people's hearts.

He pretended to be frightened, and shrank behind Zenyuan Shier again.

He always felt that Osamu Dazai had an aura from hell, even though he looked crazy and unreliable at ordinary times, but Genichi could see the undercurrent that was constantly surging under his calm appearance.

Yuan Yi's peripheral vision fell on Dazai Osamu's fair and slender fingers, which were stained with a lot of blood.

Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze, and all the creepy aura just now disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared before.

Nakajima Atsushi kept looking at Dazai Osamu and Kunikida, and finally, he was reliable and stood up.

"We followed you just because we felt that the child behind you looks very similar to our long-lost companion."

Yuan Yi's expression was stiff, his whole body seemed to be petrified.

"Uncle, this group of people is so strange, especially the guy with the bandages on, don't they want to kidnap and sell me?"

Zenyuan Shier squeezed out a smile and comforted: "Don't be afraid, Uncle, Uncle is the best at dealing with strange people."

He squeezed out the word "Uncle" from between his teeth, really wanted to rip off Yuan Yi who had turned into a kid and continue, slapping his ass hard several times.

Zenyuan Shi Er said impatiently: "Stop following us."

Osamu Dazai smiled and said, "Don't you want to see how much the kid behind you looks like our missing companion?"

Zenyuan Shier just wanted to say "not interested", but was interrupted by Yuan Yi: "Uncle, let's go quickly, these people are too strange, they must be planning some bad idea."

I made a mistake, I didn't expect to meet someone from the detective agency.

Edogawa Conan looks almost like a shrunken version of Kudo Shinichi. If Zenyuan Shier finds out, he will definitely know that Kudo Shinichi is also his.

don't want!don't want!

It would be embarrassing enough to take off Yazawa Nicole's vest, so he doesn't want to die again.

Yuan Yi's strangeness attracted the attention of Zenyuan Shier, and he turned his words around, and spit out again: "Let me see how much your missing companion looks like me, my nephew, my son. "

Yuan Yi understood the ridicule in Zenyuan Shier's words...

I'm really upset that I'm one generation shorter than him.

Originally, I wanted to mock him for being old, but I didn't expect him to take advantage of it.

Osamu Dazai rummaged through his phone for a while and found a photo.

Zenyuan Shier glanced at it, and the familiar face reminded him of the memory that had been left behind.

"Savior?"

Zen Yuan Shi Er leaned over, his sight was occupied by Yuan Yi.

Yuan Yi turned his head, leaving him with only a profile.

Osamu Dazai held the photo to Genichi's face: "It's really the same, you can't be Shinichi-kun's son."

Yuan Yi: "..."

Edogawa Conan and Kudo Shinichi's son, this is the most outrageous thing he has ever heard.

Yuan Yi continued to pretend to be a child, yelling in fear: "Bad guy, bad guy, a big bad guy with bandages and a belly full of bad water."

"Stay away from me! Stay away from me!"

I've spent my whole life acting here, I'm tired of acting, and it's even more tiring playing a child, my throat hurts.

Kunikida dragged Osamu Dazai over and apologized, "I'm sorry to bother you two."

Atsushi Nakajima complained in his heart: "Sure enough, Mr. Dazai, who didn't do anything, can scare children like this."

Zen Yuan Shi Er took the initiative to hold Yuan Yi's hand, and said in a strange way: "Let's go nephew, uncle will take you to eat delicious food."

The familiar restaurant made Yuan Yi turn his head and want to leave. It was the place where Kudo Shinichi was once pretended to be a woman's Zenyuan Shier for a meal.

Sure enough, he knew.

Zenyuan Shi Er smiled and said: "Little boss, I once tricked you for a meal, and I will come back now."

Yuan Yi walked into the restaurant with a paralyzed face.

Let him think about what kind of story he should make up to fool him.