Some subconscious reactions and trembling seemed to be beyond the body.

I heard the children's jokes, and occasionally Amuro Tsubasa and Azusa Kazumoto said that Chen Xing quietly wiped off the tea sprinkled on the table, and folded the wet tissue into squares.

Until the children bid farewell and left, he waved goodbye kindly, and the name "Ruimei Wakasa" still echoed in his mind. Perhaps because this name contains the meaning of youthful beauty, he knew it without searching the Internet.

"Boss?" Toru Amuro looked at him in confusion, "You seem to have been distracted since just now. Could it be that the children have really been called a hit by them?"

"What?" Chen Xing looked at him.

"Maybe a need for a girlfriend." Amuro laughed.

Chen Xing ignored him and picked up his coat and walked out.

"I'm kidding." Toru Amuro shouted from behind.

But Chen Xing has already walked out of the door.

Amuro scratched his head, "You won't be really angry, are you?"

Azusa Hiromoto walked over and said curiously: "Who is angry, boss? What did you say just now?"

"I didn't say anything." Tomo Amuro felt a little aggrieved. The words to find a girlfriend were obviously more normal than the jokes she usually made.

"It must be your fault." Azusa Komoto said firmly.

"...Why?" Toru Amuro felt very wronged.

"Every time the boss is in a bad mood, you will provoke him." Azusa Hiromoto looked at him as if he was a sinner, "And the boss's mood became worse, it was mostly because of you."

Amuro's expression froze, okay, the coffee shop trio, there are two people who obviously don't stand on their own now, which means they are really wrong.

"Should I apologize?"

"No need." Azusa Komoto said with a smile: "I will leave the hygiene to you next. I want to get off work early."

"..." Amuro Tomo.

After talking for a long time, it was just for this?

...

Night, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Chen Xing sat on one side, unconsciously fiddling the switch. The desk lamp placed beside him turned on and off. The huge room suddenly became dim and there was a glimmer of light.

The phone was placed next to it, but the number he dialed did not respond for a long time, and he was several times.

It seems that since the incident at Dongdu Aquarium that night, his contact with Belmode was interrupted, and there was no reply in either email or text messages. And she had never appeared around her again, he could feel it.

Chen Xing wanted to ask her about Wakasa Liumei, why did she care about this name inexplicably, is it an illusion, or is it really obscure? If so, what is the other party’s real identity?

But he can't contact Belmode now.

It seems that there is no other contact information between them except a number and email address, just like now, even if you want to find her, there is no place to go.

It was as if they met by chance, not that familiar.

As for asking other people, such as Tomoto Amuro, it seems that he has not reached that level yet, and Chen Xing thought.

At the same time, below the apartment, Amuro was hand-written in his pocket, looking up at the flashing window and the blurry figures that occasionally appeared beside the curtains.

"What happened?" he said to himself: "It's hard not to worry about his condition these days."

But he also did not have a suitable identity to ask, but just comforting him from the perspective of a friend, which seemed not enough, because he vaguely felt that Tu Fangchenxing seemed to have noticed his identity and had long been suspicious. This led to the so-called relationship between friends, probably not so sincere.

Toru Amuro shook his head and turned around and left.

He came here just to confirm whether the other party was in trouble. He was worried that someone who was emotionally ill will cause trouble, but fortunately, he was not at ease and worry-free at the same time.

...

"After turning the fourth bend, the first one is the pure black nightmare of No. 7, followed by the sunflower of No. 4 karma fire!"

In the coffee shop, the laptop that was opened was a live broadcast of horse racing. Accompanied by the passionate commentator, Kogoro Mori, who was sitting at the table, also clenched his fists excitedly, and his eyes seemed to see the cruelly murdered corpse at the scene.

"Great, hurry up, rush!" He couldn't help but whip his fists and shouted loudly.

Conan next to him quickly moved his body, fearing that he would be punched in his face.

Ran Maori waved his hand to the disturbed guest in apologizing.

Amuro was holding the back of the chair, and there was someone with a expressionless face in front of him. When he noticed the thrust behind him, he finally couldn't help but look back.

Facing Chen Xing's rolling eyes, the black-skin waiter smiled brightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Is it the pure black nightmare that can win, or the sunflower of karma fire that can surpass it? Who is the winner?" The commentator's voice suddenly became loud, "It's the pure black nightmare that won, and the winner was the pure black nightmare number 7!"

"Ah, I lost again!" Kogoro Mouri hugged his head and closed his blood-stained eyes.

Seeing his virtue, Ran Maori couldn't help but say, "Dad, how much did you detain?"

There is a gambling man at home, which makes it worse for the fact that the company is not wealthy. She is afraid that the family will drink the northwest wind next month.

"No, it's not much." Kogoro Mouri stopped and said guiltily.

Ran Maori's heart skipped a beat, "How much does it cost?"

"The fourth and fifth games in the second half were each bought one thousand." Kogoro Mouri said embarrassedly.

Ran Maori felt relieved and said, "But they didn't hit it all, right?"

Kogoro Mouri sighed.

"Then you will have no pocket money this month dad." Ran Maori hugged his chest.

"Hey, I said Xiaoran, there will be a first-level match next week." Kogoro Mouri was very dissatisfied, but when he saw her vaginal expression, he immediately restrained.

"I'm so unlucky today." The detective wanted to smoke, but when he thought about where he was, his hands that took out the cigarette became a cup of coffee.

"Why are you unlucky?" Toru Amuro changed the subject for him.

When Kogoro Maori heard this, he started to complain, "It was still sunny when I went out to bet at the off-site betting station. As soon as I got there, it started to rain heavily. After buying horse racing lottery tickets, I originally wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes, but the brand I often smoked sold out. And I was hit by someone at that time, and all the change in my wallet flew out, causing me to drop my wallet into the puddle on the side of the road, and the horse racing lottery in my wallet was also wet."

Hearing that he was so unlucky, Tori Amuro couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at someone: Are you feeling better?

Chen Xing's mouth moved, and a nasal sound was faintly released.

"Forget it, I haven't hit it anyway. If it's wet, it's wet." Kogoro Mori took out the horse racing lottery from his wallet and threw it on the table.

"The next broadcast of the results of the 9th to 12th game will be the first place in the 9th special game of the Mountains is the Pirates No. 8, the second place is the Executor of No. 11 Zero, and the third place is the Dark Tracker of No. 6." The voice of the broadcaster appeared.

Chen Xing glanced curiously and his eyes were certain.

"It seems to be hit."

"What?" As an old gambler, Kogoro Mori should not be too sensitive to the stress of "Zhong".

Chen Xing pointed to the computer screen.

"It's true, it's a hundred times more than it will be!" Kogoro Mouri's eyes were surprisingly effective at this time, and he was so shocked that he didn't feel the hot coffee spilling on his legs.

"How much money can I get?" Maori Ran asked in a low voice.

Chen Xing looked at the horse racing lottery on the table and said, "I invested 10,000 yen, so it's a hundred times more..."
Chapter completed!