People live from five to nine in Conan

"Miss Curacao, you won't, this is the answer you gave yourself."

"I, myself..."

Mu Yuan simply stated the facts, but the conversation with Kudo Yusaku during the day surged again in Curacao's mind...

"I am the only one who can give the answer..." Curacao stared blankly at Mu Yuan, and what came to mind was all the minutes and seconds spent in Erquan Temple these days.

You can often play with innocent children, you only need to take care of two cute little animals every day, you don’t have to worry about being killed if you fail the task, and you don’t have to worry about someone who will completely erase your memory and turn yourself into another Totally unfamiliar with Curacao...

Freedom, tolerance, respect, warmth...

She who has had all of this... no!Of course it won't hurt them!

White, orange, blue, green, red... Curacao is colorful Curacao, but which one is the real her?

Curacao has never been able to find the answer, and perhaps, never will.

But at this moment, she suddenly realized that it doesn't matter what the real Curacao is like!

She has found the Curacao she wants to be the most - Curacao living in Erquan Temple!

Slowly putting the ampoule into his pocket, Curacao's eyes were already full of determination.

"Mr. Muyuan, if I recover my memory, is there anything I can do for you and the temple?" Looking into Muyuan's eyes again, Curacao's eyes are as pure as ever.

"For me, for the temple..." Mu Yuan took out an amulet from his bosom, took Curacao's hand, placed it solemnly on her palm, and said with a smile, "Then please Miss Curacao , protect your memory."

"Guard, protect the memory..."

thump!Plop plop!

The heart sent blood to the cheeks without disappointment, and it was dyed bright red.

The hateful photographic memory flooded up all the memories related to Mu Yuan.

Unprecedented emotions occupy the atrium, making people dizzy and confused...

"This, this is..." Curacao exhausted his last bit of reason and asked a crucial question.

"Oh, it contains the cassock ring of the Peacock Daming King's cassock." Mu Yuan looked at Curacao's flushed pretty face with some puzzlement, and calmly said, "I spent a lot of money in the Buddhist temple today... well, you As if it had been opened, it should be able to help Miss Curacao protect your memory."

thump--!

The violently beating heart suddenly stagnates!

Curacao, who was holding the amulet, felt the world spinning in front of him.

[The host sat in the Buddhist temple for several hours today, so it turned out that he was making an amulet for me! 】

[Peacock Daming King cassock... is the host's favorite piece to wear! 】

[The host even made the cassock ring on his favorite cassock... an amulet and gave it to me! 】

[The host said that it can help me protect my memory... Could it be that he wants me to remember him all the time! ? 】

……

Curacao, who has been used as a tool by Rum, is already a complete adult physically, but when it comes to emotions... I'm afraid it's not as good as the three precocious elementary school students!

When staying out of the matter, she can still use the psychological knowledge instilled in her by the organization to analyze others, but once it falls on herself...

"Host, ah no...Mu, I..."

Standing in front of Mu Yuan, the flustered Curacao couldn't say a complete sentence.

Mu Yuan tilted his head, and couldn't see what Curacao was thinking at all, but this amulet, which consumed most of his family wealth, should be able to temporarily resist the influence of the outside world on Curacao's heart circle.

However, just in case, Mu Yuan still held Curacao's hand holding the amulet, and moved back and forth.

First, he stretched forward to the limit and almost stuffed it into his own arms, then pushed back and sent it to Curacao.

After confirming that the layer of colorful mist covering Curacao's heart circle has not faded because of this, he nodded in satisfaction:

"Well, I'm relieved now."

"!!!"

Curacao's strange eyes widened to the limit, staring blankly at the tall figure who turned and walked towards his room, unable to say a word for a long time.

【He, he said he was relieved... Is it because I accepted the amulet? 】

I asked myself the same question several times until...

"what are you doing?"

The icy voice was as cold as the gun barrel pressing against the temple.

Holding a love gun in his hand, Belmode looked at Curacao... as if he saw a pig who wanted to shoot his own cabbage.

Curacao's pupils shrank, and he quickly regained his composure.

But what made Belmode even more murderous was that Curacao's first move was not to hand over the antidote he had just obtained, but to stuff the amulet sent by Mu Yuan into his arms.

Then, Curacao handed the ampoule containing the antidote to Belmode, and at the same time said coldly: "This should be the purpose of your coming to me, right?"

Curacao has seriously thought about Belmode's intentions just now.

She knew that the organization controlled many people in Japan and other countries by using the AB medicine, and these people all needed Type B medicine.

If it was when Dabei Yihui had just died, Belmode must have come to her for the formula of Type B potion.

But now, the news of Dabei Yihui's death has spread.

In order to survive, those people cannot guarantee that they will not reveal their situation and try to survive through other methods.

Therefore, according to the consistent style of the organization, the death of these people is certain, but before they die...the last breath must be squeezed out.

The antidote of the AB potion is a good weight.

"What?" Seeing Belmode staring at her chest without speaking, Curacao frowned and said, "Could it be that the news of Dabei Ikki's death hasn't been announced yet?"

"Hmph!" Belmode raised his head and snorted coldly, and said more and more unhappy, "You just need to do your own thing well, you should know, you will know!"

As she said that, she snatched the ampoule from Curaçao's hand—Rum could not let Mu Yuan know about Mu Yuan's self-made antidote.

"Okay, since your task has been completed ahead of schedule..."

Putting away the ampoule, Belmode took a slow step back, and suddenly the corner of his mouth turned up. Using an unskilled magic technique, he quickly took out the color card and flashlight, and pointed at Curacao.

"what!"

Curacao was startled, and while quickly closing his eyes, he raised his hand to block it, but how can human movements be faster than the speed of light?

The colorful white flashed past, and it really came into her eyes-it's over!

Curacao only had this one thought at this time, and her memory will soon be sealed in the depths of her mind.

Can these memories be awakened again?

Belmode has already heard the conversation between her and Mu Yuan, these memories... I am afraid they will disappear forever.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mu Yuan..."

Crystal tears ran down his cheeks, Curacao sat down on the ground with a face full of despair, his eyes dull.

Seeing this, Belmode put away the color card and flashlight, and smiled contemptuously as he passed by Curacao.

That smile seemed to be saying - just you, do you also want to bow my cabbage?

...

Tightening the zipper of the tights, Belmode walked quickly down the Erquan Mountain along the way he came.

Logically speaking, the Witch with Thousand Faces had achieved her goal ahead of time, so she should be in a pretty good mood, but the expression on Belmode's face was a bit...

"Hmph, when did this brat learn this?" Belmode scolded, smiling, "It's just that the eyes of picking people are really bad, how can we choose such people, at least they must be like Angel ..."

...

...

"Ku, Miss Curacao, why are you sitting here?" Miyano Akemi who heard the noise outside came out in her pajamas.

Curacao subconsciously said: "Ah, I'm sorry, I scared you, Miyano-san...huh?"

Chapter 166 Gin: The most suspicious person is...

At midnight, on the empty Xinmihua avenue.

Toru Amuro was wearing a police uniform and riding a brand new two-six women's bicycle, muttering softly:

"Are you firmly on Gin's side?"

The meaning behind this sentence is not difficult to guess, but Toru Amuro doesn't quite understand, why can Mu Yuan be sure that what Qin Jiu is doing now will definitely cause himself and the organization to drift further and further away?

"That kid Mu Yuan, is there any unknown trump card in his hand?"

"Is it that guy from Akai, or the people around Miyano Shiho?"

Toru Amuro frowned, regretting not asking further about Mu Yuan's specific plan.

At that time, he was only focused on acting for Akemi Miyano, without thinking too much, he subconsciously replaced Mu Yuan as a professional undercover agent like him, thinking that Mu Yuan would definitely not tell other people the detailed plan, even his collaborator .

But now that I think about it, if he had asked...

"Beep--!"

The sudden sound of the flute interrupted his thoughts, Toru Amuro raised his head to look in the direction of the light, took two quick steps, and rode over.

"Boom—boom!" Tapping on the car window, Toru Amuro smiled and said, "Hi, do you need any help?"

A rough male voice came from the slightly lowered car window: "Pretending to be a policeman to meet, aren't you afraid of being discovered, Bourbon?"

Toru Amuro kept smiling, and said softly: "Compared to suspicious people walking alone late at night, the identity of the inspector should be much safer?"

"What if there is a real inspection?" The man in the car raised his eyebrows.

"It's really dangerous, so..." Toru Amuro adjusted the police cap on his head, "As long as you know the specific patrol time in this area, you can be safe, right? Vodka..."

"Hmph! Self-righteous guy, you'd better..."

"Okay, vodka!"

"yes, Sir!"

The sound of gin came from the side alley, interrupting Vodka's question.

Toru Amuro turned his head to take a look without any surprise, and a gleam flashed in his slightly squinted eyes.

As expected, Gin is very wary of him.

Vodka has always written everything on its face, and the time and place of the meeting were decided on a temporary basis, but in the end...

Through the reflection on the glass of the car, Amuro glanced at the roof behind him, and took a deep breath.

"So, why did you call me so late?" Amuro Toru didn't look at the gin in the alley, but just pointed at the vodka.

With a straight face, Vodka handed out a stack of photos out of the car.

Amuro took the photo, his pupils shrank, "This is..."

The top photo is surprisingly the scene of him and Akai Shuichi fleeing separately. From the perspective of shooting, it should be on the building across the street.

Fortunately, because of his hair color and appearance, he has long been used to wearing a hat and sunglasses when performing tasks. No matter where the other party shoots from, he can only capture his figure.

"Chi, Jing, Xiu, one!" Toru Amuro quickly changed his face, gritted his teeth, and paused every word without concealing his anger.

"Heh... It seems that you haven't given up yet." Vodka grinned.

Toru Amuro and Shuichi Akai competed with each other before they became cadres. With the exposure of Shuichi Akai's FB1 identity, Toru Amuro wanted to "revenge privately" to get rid of Shuichi Akai as a leader, which is well known among the cadres.

"However, the information we want this time has nothing to do with that guy from Akai... Bourbon, haven't you always been well-informed? Then you should know, who is the other person in the photo?"

"The height is about 180 centimeters, and the body fat percentage is low..." Toru Amuro looked at the photo in his hand, and frowned, "Aren't there any more clues?"

"More clues?" Vodka's face darkened, "Don't you realize that this guy's back looks familiar?"

A faint murderous aura surrounded him, and a faint tingling sensation came from the back of his heart...

Toru Amuro looked at the vodka sunglasses quietly, and said without changing expression: "In terms of body shape, it does look like me, why? Do you think I cooperated with Shuichi Akai?"

"You..." Vodka was slightly taken aback, as if he hadn't expected that Toru Amuro would take the initiative to draw suspicion on himself.

The rhythm was interrupted, and he didn't know how to continue the question, so Vodka could only turn his head to look at Gin.

Gin slowly walked out of the alley, with his hands hidden in the pockets of his windbreaker, his cold eyes stared directly at Toru Amuro, and he said softly: