Gin's eyes were faint, so she just met her, which was better than those passers-by who met one time, but it was not much better. A group of children with excessive sense of justice had different views from them.

"I know a fun place, will I go?" The young man from the red-eyed eyes called the waiter to take away the coffee and cake, and didn't care about Gin's opinions. "If you don't leave, I will turn your back on you."

It does not give anyone a chance to refuse at all. This way of speaking makes children's favorability for red-haired youth negative, and they all look at Gin.

"I'll go back to get things." Gin directly ignored the children's eyes and his tone was very light.

"Okay, I'm waiting for you there." The young man with red eyes put his hands in his pockets and ignored the child beside him and left. Except for the little guy who looked very disgusting, the remaining children had too clean eyes and were out of place with them, so they were not from the same world.

Ginjiu stood up and planned to leave, "That brother looks so fierce." Yuan Tai curled his lips.

"Brother Jin Eun, what are you going to do?" Conan couldn't help looking at Gin, and his brainstorming began to work. That person had definitely killed many people just now, and the other party didn't care about human life at all. Could it be that he was also from that organization?

In fact, when it comes to their feelings for these children, Gin is exactly the same as the young man with red eyes. He doesn't like Conan, who is inquired, alert and curious, as for the other children, they are just a group of ordinary little heads, and they can't say they hate it.

"Is something wrong." Gin lifted her legs and left, quickly walked out of the coffee shop, and the children following her lost Gin.

Ginju went back to the apartment directly. As for the fun places mentioned by the Red-eyed Youth, he just found an excuse to leave anyway. Maybe he really went there, but he didn't tell Ginju the address. To sum up, he actually didn't want to be with the children of the Youth Detective Group. Gin Kurosawa was not there, and Conan's troublesome little devil was present, so Ginju was too lazy to stay with them.

It is not surprising that children are curious, it is normal, but it is annoying if they don’t have a sense of slightness. Every time they meet, they look at them with a shaky, alert and suspicious look, trying every means to pretend to be clichés inadvertently, and dare to put eavesdroppers and locators on him... I was originally just accidentally met the group of children who knew Kurosawa Gin. They could play with them for a few times and take them out for a few laps, but they were destroyed by others. Conan has good abilities, wide knowledge, and obedient. Although he has a problem with his identity and doesn’t know why he knows the existence of the organization, given that Belmode protects him, the person on the surface does not need to be dealt with for the time being, Gin just turned a blind eye and occasionally took them out to play, but it was only limited to playing.

With such a child around you, even if you relax, you will be alerted by the other person's attention from time to time. Since this is the case, it is better to sleep at home to relax, comfortable, comfortable and comfortable.

He leaned on the sofa in the apartment, held his laptop, and inserted the USB drive that the red-eyed young man had just given him on the computer. There were some information about the "God Slayer". After browsing, the file was encrypted and thrown into the cloud. The silver-haired man leaned his arms behind his head. The apartment was very large, very empty and quiet, without the ticking of clocks, and no sign of life. It was as quiet as nothingness.

He opened his eyes stuck, Gin put away his notebook, got up and came to the refrigerator, washed his hands, cut vegetables, and stir-fryed vegetables. When Gin was the only one in the apartment, there was basically no sound. Gin did not have a hobby of talking to himself, and the silent voice that had been carved into his bones, walked without any sound, and there was no sound of electronic equipment. The huge apartment was lifeless.

As for the ten eggs and ten duck eggs in the incubator, they have not been hatched yet, so they can only be kept first. However, Gin is not in a hurry. After the meal, confirm the organized intelligence tasks and eliminate food. Some actions are timely and can only be carried out in a certain period of time to maximize benefits. Some actions are vague and need to be investigated. Some are subject to change in the mission objectives and need to be investigated again.

Having determined some of the tasks that need to be completed recently, Gin simply cleaned up herself, tied her silver hair in her black hair cover, changed her clothes, and went to the parking lot to ride a motorcycle away.

There are many remote paths in the Japanese area, which are all favorites of the racing party. Gin stopped the motorcycle, and there were about 11 or 12 motorcycles opposite. "Then let's say that from here, there is a bridge on the other side of the mountain. Those who cross the bridge first win."

"Okay, but it's boring," the hippie smiley voice of the red-eyed young man came from under a big red helmet, "How about taking off his clothes and running around the woods if anyone loses?"

The eleven or two young men across the street looked at each other.

"What, don't you twelve of you dare to compete with us?" The red-eyed young man added fuel to the fire.

"good!"

Everyone turned onto the motorcycle, and a roar of engines exploded in the woods, "If you lose, you will lose your lord." The red-eyed young man still smiled, even though the dozen people had already driven a distance.

"What does this have to do with me?" Gin Jiu snorted coldly and rode the motorcycle out. The two motorcycles went hand in hand, and the roar of the engine covered the voice. Although it was compared with the twelve people, it was actually a battle between the two of them.

The speed of the car quickly reached 240 and was still rising. Gin was paying attention to the road conditions and the red-eyed youth motorcycle. It was really crazy. Everyone was desperate. Although the two started later than the twelve motorcycles, they quickly chased and completed the overtake. The red-eyed youth stretched out one hand and gave a thumbs up behind, then turned his wrist down, which was very ironic and provocative.

The motorcycle behind was also excited and began to accelerate. I don’t know if it was intentional. Gin and the young man in red eyes always kept a distance from the motorcycle behind, as if they could surpass it with a slight acceleration. They were a little calmer and realized that the speed was too fast and began to fall behind, but most of them were still excited and stared at the two motorcycles in front, desperately trying to overtake.

The racer wearing a big red helmet turned his head slightly and took a look at the motorcycle behind him on the S-shaped road. If there is any problem with the speed of the car, it cannot be described as a simple injury, and the possibility of death is greater.

Gin also noticed the provocation of the red-eyed young man, but he did not stop him. He watched the passionate racing party chase them tightly. The speed of the car had already reached 280. After special modification, it would not be a problem to reach 300. The trees outside the helmet had turned into a afterimage. Gin looked at the suspension bridge in the distance and distanced from the big red motorcycle next to it.

The red-eyed youth no longer provoked the group of people behind him, following closely around Gin. Now it was the competition between the two of them. The extremely fast speed brought great excitement. Gin was still very calm, and the red-eyed youth was completely excited. He was constantly approaching Gin, he was provoking, he was playing his life.

The clay man was still angry when he was so provoked, and a little danger flashed in Gin's eyes. He was about to fight back, but the phone in his pocket in his clothes suddenly vibrated a few times. Someone called, and the car was so fast that he couldn't pull out his hand to get the phone. Moreover, this was a protective suit, and the phone was still in the inner pocket of the coat inside the protective suit, so he really chose a good opportunity.

Looking at the bridge deck that was so close, Gin accelerated again and stepped onto the bridge first. This was not a sturdy cement bridge, but a suspension bridge made of dozens of wooden boards, with a length of about 60 meters.

The two locomotives rushed to the bridge at super high speed. The huge impact force made the suspension bridge shaking when the gin passed. The red-eyed young man behind him was full of madness. He tightened the accelerator again, and the motorcycle engine made a huge roar, and the hemp rope that maintained the suspension bridge broke. The red-eyed young man also successfully landed at the last moment.

He did not look back throughout the journey, nor did he turn back. After crossing the bridge, he began to slow down the speed of the car. A beautiful tail-shaking drift stopped the motorcycle. He did not comment on the thrilling encounter of the red-eyed youth. The big red motorcycle also had a beautiful tail-shaking stop not far away. The red-eyed youth took off his helmet, glanced at the broken suspension bridge, and shrugged: "I have to go back now, I have to go around for a long time."

Gin took out her cell phone from her clothes and took a look at the phone number and call history. The previous phone was from Gin Kurosawa, and this one was from Belmode, and it was connected.

"hello, gin." The gentle female voice rang on the phone, and Gin could vaguely hear the child's voice coming from there.

"Is something wrong." The good question made Ginjiu say it in a statement. While listening to the phone, it connected the phone to the headphones. The phone was put back in the pocket, fixed the headphones, put the helmet, and the motorcycle started again.

This time, the speed did not reach the highest speed when I just crossed the bridge, but it also remained above 280 mph. "What are you doing now? Why don't Xiaoyin answer the phone call?" Belmode seemed to be coming to chat.

Gin looked at the afterimages around him and remained silent. He wanted to hang up the phone, but the reality did not support him to do so. One hand of the helmet could not be taken off. He could not touch the headphones without removing the helmet. If he didn't touch the headphones, he could only passively wait for Belmode to hang up the phone.
Chapter completed!