I took off the clothes stained with the smell of gunpowder, took a shower and washed away the bloody smell on my body, sat at the dining table and started to solve lunch. It was already past eleven o'clock when I came back from the location where the last task object was, and it was just around the corner.

Belmode's cooking skills are also very good, and he specially made more for Gin. Belmode held the wine glass and watched Gin chew slowly. He was so thin when he ate so much. Gin's physique was jealous. However, Belmode could also guess that this was definitely related to Gin's human experiments. Otherwise, how could a big man with a 1.9-meter-high combat power out of the box could be so thin? It looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness.

It is already past twelve o'clock now, and you have to go to Kurosawa Gin to go down six o'clock. As for the reward, it is just a saying. If you catch a criminal gang, those things are rewards. If you can't catch them, that is comfort.

Anyway, I bought all the things, and if I don’t give them out, I will put them in dust.

Anyway, those kids are not annoying. With Kurosawa Gin, Gin has no malicious intentions towards the Youth Detective Group. As long as you don’t have time to be smart enough to make things difficult for him, they are just a group of smarter kids.

Gin is basking in the sun every day, and Belmode wanders in front of the wine cabinet, "Gin, do you usually don't drink?" These bottles were so full of capacity when they came last time. Except for what she drank last night and this morning, there was basically no consumption.

"Don't drink." Instead of drinking, Gin would rather spend some time grinding coffee beans and drinking coffee or making tea. Whether it is alcohol or nicotine, Gin doesn't want to be addicted. She occasionally smokes cigarettes. On the one hand, it is boring, and on the other hand, it is to cover up the smell of the body. Jiloises has a big smell. A cigarette can cover up other smells on the body, so that some guys with a sensitive sense of smell can guess his whereabouts.

"You are really..." Belmode thought for a while before he could barely find a suitable word to describe Gin, "maverick."

The blonde sat on Gin's legs without any reservation, his fingers poked on Gin's chest, and people who were mingling in the darkness were accompanied by death for many years. The psychological pressure in the past can be imagined, and the ways of venting are just a few types. Smoking, alcohol, and sex are common. At least Belmode himself relies on alcohol, but what about Gin? He rarely drinks, although he smokes, but he is not like those old cigarette guns a day. Most of the time, Gin just lights one bored and lets it burn it without sucking it. He has a distant personality and does not like too much physical contact with people, nor does he like others to break into his safe distance without authorization.

So, how does Gin vent her emotions? Could it be that this guy really doesn't have a little human emotion like a robot? How is this possible?

The sun was warm at noon. Belmode picked up the teacup on the table, looked at it, tasted it for two bites, and the taste was OK, then lowered his head and kissed the gin, breathing and merging, and lingering.

A beautiful beauty who was so charming and stunning would get out of fire if she accidentally got angry. The collar of Belmode's shirt was open, revealing her fair skin, and her slightly curly light golden hair fell on the edge of her collarbone.

The eyes were facing each other, the water-green eyes had a provocative and light smile, the pine green eyes were dull and unclear, and Gin did not stop Belmode's movements.

The high-rise apartment has a good view. Looking around, there are large areas of villas and plants, but the glasses installed by Gin are all one-way double-layer glass, which can clearly see the outside inside, but the outside cannot see the inside outside.

Belmode lowered his head and left biting marks on the collarbone of Gin. His breathing was disordered and his eyes were blurred. The bitten people didn't care about this minor injury or pain. Just like he took the initiative to jump into a trap that someone else had specially laid for him many years ago, he rushed forward unscrupulously, challenged the opponent's strict defense alone, and broke the opponent's defense line like a destruction, leaving his own mark in the opponent's territory.

After the two of them made such a mess, it was already half past five o'clock after they finished packing. Belmode sat in the passenger seat and stretched his waist. His eyebrows were full of charm. After listening to Ginjiu explaining the matter in a few words, he couldn't help laughing, "Ai change his face."

In Mikacho 2, the children of the Youth Detective Group have not returned yet, Ginju glanced at the time, and there were still five minutes left.

Belmode had just been tortured, but when he saw that Kurosawa Gin had not come back, he simply found a comfortable position to lean on Gin. Five minutes said it was not long or short, so he could take a nap.

Time passed by minute by minute, and even Dr. Agasa couldn't help staring at the clock, and there were still fifty seconds left.

Ten seconds left.

Gin Jiu heard the messy footsteps outside the villa, and watched the children enter the villa in the last second, and couldn't wait to inform the good news, "The fraud gang has been caught!"

Belmode was also awakened and smiled slightly when he heard this: "Congratulations." Then he pointed to the pile of packaging boxes next to him, smiling, "That's your reward, open it yourself and take a look."

The boxes piled up there are more than twenty large and small, and it takes a while to dismantle them.

"Wow! Thank you Brother Jin En! Thank you Sister Bei!" The children who were stunned by the pile of gifts were very excited, but they still reported the commission to Gin with a very detective qualities.

Belmode stared at Ai Haibara who was blocked by Conan among the children. Haibara's stiff expression suddenly contracted. The pressure Belmode brought her was much greater than that of Gin. The unconcealed, sticky and rich black aura, and his malicious gaze made Haibara's spirit tense without exception.

That is impossible to adapt to any of the things that belong to the organization.

"Have she messed with you?" The cold male voice suddenly rang out. Gin's observation ability was extremely excellent. Naturally, he noticed that Belmode's vision was strange to Ai Haibara. He did not connect the seven-year-old girl with the traitor Sherry, a group that had been executed by Bourbon Belmode. On the one hand, he believed that the abilities of these two people would not even end up with a researcher. On the other hand, Gin didn't interfere in Jimlet's mission from beginning to end. Before Shirley defected, she was under the supervision of Jimlet, and the subsequent pursuit was also under the responsibility of Jimlet.

Belmode was shocked, but she still looked gentle on her face. Naturally, she would not tell Gin the real situation. After all, although Gin had not noticed Kudo Shinichi yet, once she knew that aptx4869 had a certain chance of returning to her childhood, Kudo Shinichi's possibility of being exposed was even more likely. Belmode never dared to underestimate Gin's insight and explained half-truely: "Her hair is very annoying."

Brown hair, exactly the same as that damn Shiho Miyao.

Gin looked at Ai Haibara. This kind of brown hair is not common in RB, but it is not a rare color in other countries. No matter what, it is impossible for him to have a silver color that is almost impossible to exist naturally like his hair, but he originally had silver hair.

"It's just a child." Gin retracted her gaze. Without knowing the truth, Gin could make a judgment that Belmode was venting his anger.

Their conversation voices were deliberately lowered, and did not attract the attention of the children who were addicted to gifts, but they could still hear clearly if they tried to eavesdrop.

"You don't care if you are a child?" Belmode raised his eyebrows with interest.

Gin was too lazy to respond, leaning on the sofa and watching the children bringing gifts. He never thought that children were indifferent. After all, he was able to kill people when he was a "child" as the age of others. He fought many adults alone and evacuated intact. The most in this world is genius. What he came into contact with in his youth was even more genius among geniuses in various fields.

There are many kinds of gifts, from toys to equipment, the largest package contains a whiteboard, and is equipped with some magnets and oily pens, just like a whiteboard for police to analyze the case, and another is a beautifully made notebook. The cover should be specially customized, with the badges of the Youth Detective Group and simple drawings of the characters.

"This whiteboard can be used to analyze cases, this notebook can be used to record the commissions of our young detective team!" Mitsuhiko and Yuanta excitedly installed the whiteboard and placed it aside. Asumi dismantled a beautiful hairpin, as well as a character model of Komera and Masquera, and Takayuki Takayo, as well as a football.

"You really bought it according to their preferences." Belmode noticed the gifts and raised his eyebrows slightly, but she didn't consider that this was the result of Gin's special investigation. It was probably discovered after so many contacts. Seeing Gin staring at her phone, "What are you looking at?"

"Kudo Yusaku's sales signing party." Gin flipped the page down.

Belmode was stunned for a moment, "Are you a fan of his book?"

"Pass the time when you are bored." Gin answered very coldly. While basking in the sun and drinking tea on the balcony, Belmode remembered the hardcover books in Gin's study with different styles and languages.

"Mr. Kudo's signature book is limited," Belmode curled his lips, "Do you want it? I'll get one for you?"

"No," Ginju saw Kurosawa Gin fiddling with the gadget box, and said indifferently, "I asked him to leave me one."

Belmode: "???"

Kudo Shinichi with the pseudonym Edogawa Conan: "?!!"
Chapter completed!