After coming off the skating rink, "Takoyaki, Hanae Yaki, Nori Yaki..." The female star had difficulty choosing at the food stall. As an Oscar-winning actress, she is particularly demanding about her body shape, and she must not consume enough calories.

Above a certain value, let alone eating without gaining weight - non-human beings are not included - it is all the sweat left behind the camera. Although most of Belmod's physical training is due to organizing various tasks,

But it is also essential to exercise restraint on your own diet.

Belmod's peripheral vision drifted to Gin beside him, and then he ordered three portions without any psychological pressure, eating one for each portion and giving the remaining six to Gin.

"Are you planning to try all the shops?" Gin looked at Bellmode coolly. The woman was eyeing the grilled seaweed mochi again. She only took one bite of each food and stuffed the rest to him.

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Belmode put a piece of takoyaki on his fork and fed it to Gin, then threw the garbage into the trash can. There is a reason why these snacks are so popular. Gin chewed silently and then swallowed it. In a short time, he had eaten eighteen of these takoyaki.

That one burned,

Belmode was quite sensible and did not eat from one store to another. "Gin, can you snowboard?" Belmode poked Gin with his elbow.

"No." Gin said without changing his expression, and then he was pulled to the ski resort by Belmod.

"Look at me." Bellmod was full of confidence, and then Gin watched Bellmod slide down, twisting left and right. If it weren't for his strong control of his own balance, Bellmod would have turned into a snowball.

But her sliding like this is very dangerous to others, and there are children on the ski resort!

As the gin snowboard stepped onto the slope, Bellmode saw a familiar figure and was stunned for a moment, Conan? Why is he here? As soon as he was distracted, the snowboard was out of control for an instant. Conan on the ski resort noticed something was wrong and suddenly

Turning around, he saw a man who looked like a beginner rushing towards him, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Belmode tried hard to control the direction, but the board didn't stop her at all. Just as she was about to hit Conan, someone suddenly grabbed her by the collar. Gin grabbed Bellmode and flexibly controlled the board to slide down.

The snow slope then stopped, and Conan ran over and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm sorry, kid, I almost hurt you by accident." Belmode apologized in a slightly playful voice of a young girl. There are advantages to covering it up tightly. For example, now, as long as she doesn't say anything, no one will know who she is.

Belmode.

"It's okay, sister, please be careful." Conan didn't notice anything strange and ran away with his skis in his arms.

"Didn't you say you don't know how?" Belmode changed his face in a second and stared at Gin resentfully, "A man who lies will be hated by others."

"I haven't practiced professionally." Obviously, there is still a difference in "knowledge" between Gin and Belmode.

"Forget it," Bermod didn't bother to complain about some bad points. If he really wanted to argue with Gin, he could make himself angry to death and still look innocent, "Take me for a walk?"

Belmode returned a board and stood on the same board as Gin, shuttling across the snow. Gin's control ability was quite good. He watched the dense tree trunks rushing towards him and then being avoided nimbly, "gin

, you are very skilled at playing single board, do you know how to double board?" Although the wind was very loud, Belmode did not deliberately amplify the sound, she knew that Gin could hear it.

"It's almost the same." Gin hugged Belmod's waist, rushed out from the snow slope, did a 360-degree spin, landed firmly on the ground and continued moving forward.

Now I'm just playing. At the beginning, there were people chasing behind me with guns. They circled the outside of the venue for a long time. Gin stopped at a beautiful little drift outside the ski rental house, let go, took off the skis and returned them.

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Belmod really invited him to come over to play, so Gin just played with Belmod for a while.

"Which one do you like?" In the gift room, Belmod looked at the owl on his left hand and then on the mug on his right hand.

"I don't even like it." Gin picked up the owl and looked at it stupidly.

"You really are..." Belmode curled her lips. She shouldn't have asked Gin this question. She took a mug, walked around the store again, and left the store with some gadgets in her arms.

The two left Beizawa Village quietly. They had originally planned to come over for a day of fun, but now that it was getting dark, it was almost time to leave.

Gin took off his goggles and held a cigarette in his mouth. Belmod was sleeping in the passenger seat with his down jacket covered him. His blond curly hair was spread behind him. The down jacket covered his chin, but it slipped because the seat was too high.

After getting down, Gin reached out and pressed the button on the side of the passenger seat, and the seat slowly lowered. Belmod changed into a comfortable position, curled up in his down jacket, and said in a lazy voice: "Thank you."

I flicked the cigarette ashes and controlled the steering wheel with one hand. Driving was a very boring thing. Although Gin didn't fall asleep, it was still boring.

Parking the car in the underground garage, Gin glanced at Belmode, who had covered himself tightly with a down jacket, and wondered what kind of sleeping habits this woman had.

Bellmode did not sleep well. He was woken up as soon as the car turned off. He grabbed his down jacket and got out of the car. He took the elevator upstairs. It was extremely difficult for an insomniac to wake up and try to fall asleep again. Bellmode

Although Mode was not an insomniac, she was close to it. She tossed and turned in bed without sleeping. The blonde sighed and planned to drink some wine to help her sleep. However, she changed her mind when she passed by Gin's bedroom.

Gin's bedroom was very dark. He didn't turn on the night light like she did. She closed the door behind her back and waited for her eyes to adapt to the darkness. Then she came to Gin and opened the quilt and got in. The man in front of her seemed to be sleeping deeply, without any trace of sleep.

There was no movement, but Belmode knew that he was awake, at least from the moment she opened the door. "I can't sleep," the voice murmured in explanation, "Let me lean on him for a while."

In the darkness, the silver-haired man opened his eyes, and the blond woman curled up in his arms, like an insecure child, but sleeping with someone in his arms was more torturous. His survival instinct kept him clear-headed.

But his physiological needs made him want to close his eyes and sleep, especially since he was now suspected of having a cold. The most terrible thing was that Belmod's body temperature was higher than his, which he couldn't ignore at all.

Gin can't sleep, can Belmode sleep peacefully? It's three o'clock in the morning, everything is quiet.

Belmode said that he was just leaning for a while. Ten minutes later, the blonde woman left the bedroom. Gin heard her footsteps walking towards the living room, followed by the sound of a wine bottle shaking, and then returned to the bedroom.

Gin closed his eyes and went to sleep. He didn't suffer from insomnia. He could sleep whenever he wanted 24 hours a day, but it wasn't deep enough. It was enough for him to regain his energy.

Belmod didn't get up until noon the next day. Although Gin got up early, he lay on the wicker chair on the balcony to bask in the sun after breakfast, with his eyes closed, his arms under his head, and his legs

Overlapping and lazy, there is a cup of steaming tea on the small round table next to it.

Gin's enjoyment of life is to drink tea and bask in the sun, smoke cigarettes and enjoy the sea breeze, and take a walk in a place with few people... There is no doubt that this is the life of old age.

Belmode didn't bother her. She needed to go to the tissue laboratory to get some sleeping pills. Those sold outside required taking several pills at a time to be effective. The ones she kept in her apartment were almost finished, so she needed to get some as a spare.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, the man on the balcony opened one eye a little, his pine-green pupils dazzling in the sunlight. After a while, he closed it again and swayed on the wicker chair.

The lighting on the balcony is excellent, and there is sunshine all day long. The midday sun warms the body, giving people the illusion of peace and tranquility.

When Gin has nothing to do, he can stay on the balcony all day, just basking in the sun with his eyes closed, thinking about nothing, doing nothing. After the sun goes down, he gets up to prepare dinner, looks at the organization's information, and then prepares it.

Washed up and went to bed.

But the only flaw is that Gin is not in a good condition right now. No matter how warm the sun is, he can't dispel the chill in his body. What's more, the weather is not good today. The screen of his mobile phone suddenly lights up. Gin glances at the phone number and answers the call.

Already.

"Brother Zhen," Matsunaga Yuki's voice sounded. It was obvious that he was hiding somewhere and talking secretly, "I encountered a murder case."

"Don't you want to be a detective? That's right." Gin was only slightly interested in murder cases, and he had no interest in the murderer or his methods.

"But I don't have a clue." Matsunaga Yuki squatted in the corner desperately and drew circles. Although she had set her ambition to be a detective, she was really confused.

"Where are you now?" Gin glanced at the sky, woke up, washed up, ate brunch, and lay on the balcony for the whole day. He was too lazy to lie down like this anymore, so he just happened to have dinner.

Matsunaga Yuki was surprised and reported the address, which was not far from the apartment. Gin hung up the phone and stood up from the chair, stretched his bones, got dressed and put on a hat and left the apartment.

After being paralyzed at home for two days, Gin unconsciously had a lazy temperament, which blurred the alienation and coldness in his bones.

Did he really go to help Matsunaga Yuki solve the case? How is it possible? Eating is the main purpose, and the case is just incidental. To put it bluntly, what does arresting the wrong person have to do with Gin?
Chapter completed!