Conan: Peppermint Beluga

Chapter 22: Why can't I quit this honey milk?

Since the call was hung up, there has been no news about Matsuda.

The room that belonged to him in the research institute was quickly emptied by the people in the organization, as if to completely wipe him out of his own life.

I still conduct experiments every day and every night as usual. The lights of the fourth laboratory will be turned off an hour or two later than the previous time, and I will fill my life with staying up late and researching.

At 2:29 in the morning, Shiho Miyano, who had finished the experiment, packed up the equipment and prepared to go back to the bedroom to wash up and sleep.

When I saw the post-it note posted beside the computer, the font on it was very delicate.

[Drink less coffee, honey milk and two spoons of honey are enough, don't make the milk too hot. ]

Miyano Shiho squinted his eyes, picked up the honey pot next to him, unscrewed the bottle cap, scooped two spoons into his mug, added the warm milk that had been prepared and stirred well.

It's been two weeks since he left, and he's used to the days when no one is watching him closely, but why can't he quit this honey milk.

Miyano Shiho looked at the calendar, he would see his sister tomorrow, and hoped that she would stop asking herself questions about him.

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Inside a warehouse on a New York dock.

Matsuda, who was wearing a black suit, stepped on the target whose hands were tied together. This was John Green, the president of an American automobile transportation company. It was a shame that he was reduced to such a level now.

"Pleasedon\'tkillme.Icangiveyoualotofmoney.IcangiveyoueverythingIhave!Please! (Please don't kill me, I can give you a lot of money, I can give you everything! Please!

There was no tenderness in Matsuda's eyes. During his time in New York, he was basically monitored by Belmod. If he was kind... I'm afraid he would be reported to that gentleman.

He raised his foot and took two steps back, raised the gun in his hand, and aimed the dark muzzle at the dying man. His forehead kept bumping on the ground. He took off all his dignity and knelt on the ground to kowtow to Matsuda, trying to make him feel alive. Pity let go of yourself.

"Really, please, Iwasreallywrong! Don\'tkillme—(really, please, I was really wrong! Don't kill me—

The heart-piercing plea for mercy stopped after the gunshots fired. Matsuda looked at John Green, who was slowly falling, and said solemnly, "Traitorscometonogoodend. (Traitors have no good end.

Traitors are more hated by the organization than undercover agents. As long as they betray the organization, they must be hunted down by the organization. Once caught, they will surely die.

Matsuda disposes of the body briefly, destroys the traces at the scene, and leaves the dock area in a burgundy Lexus LFA.

The car stopped at the traffic light, now it is red.

Belmod, who was sitting in the driver's seat, smiled and flipped his hair, and said indifferently: "PORTO, what do you think of New York? Why don't you stay with me here, don't go back."

Matsuda rolled down the car window, felt the wind, and said solemnly, "I refuse."

Belmod just smiled and didn't speak, and rushed all the way to her apartment in New York.

Take the elevator to the top floor, enter the password and open the door. During this time, Matsuda has lived here, so it is convenient to monitor him who is in the rebellious period under the same roof.

There is nothing unusual about Matsuda recently. He still looks like he doesn't like to talk or laugh. Belmod has long been used to it.

But that's why she hates the woman codenamed Shirley even more. How can she be kidnapped by someone who has made/taught things by herself?

Belmod stepped on high heels to the bar in the house, made himself a glass of margarita, and said with a chuckle, "Don't you think about going back to that kitten?"

Seeing Matsuda leaning against the wall with no expression, Belmod put down his glass and raised his eyebrows, stepped forward, stretched out his hand to grab his tie, and said with a smile, "PORTO, you have to find out... your identity, and... you are mine. people."

Matsuda stared blankly at Belmod, with displeasure hidden in his eyes. He reached out and pulled his tie out of her palm, pacing to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, overlooking the New York City view, the afterglow of the sunset was already dyed red The sky is gradually falling.

"I think you misunderstood, Belmod."

Matsuda turned around slowly, met those beautiful eyes, and said bluntly, "I won't be interested in anyone, including you. Besides, you need to know that I'm your adopted son...not a toy."

As the winner of the Oscar, Belmod can naturally judge a person's acting skills, but she can't figure out how true Matsuda's words are now.

"Just kidding you, you're still the same as you were when you were young... stubborn and stubborn." Belmod walked to the bar, took a sip of Margarita, the sourness of lemon juice and kosher salt. Slightly salty, full-bodied with a characteristic tequila aroma.

"I don't like other people joking with me. This time I came to New York because of Rum's arrangement. I should go back after today's mission. There are still many things that I need to deal with." Matsuda said indifferently.

Matsuda has been in New York for nearly a month. During this period, he has not communicated with people other than tasks. He either stays in this apartment every day or goes out to perform tasks.

He didn't reply, including some messages sent by Zhu Fu Jingguang. As for Miyano, she didn't send any messages, probably because she didn't want to take care of her at all.

But that's fine... Time will smooth out the short half-year they had been together.

"PORTO, let me remind you again... don't get close to her, you know how to use gin, he can do anything."

"I won't be interested in anyone, and I don't want to repeat this sentence a third time."

The slightly angry eyes made Belmod startled slightly. His mood was always calm and there was no ups and downs. What is this anger now?

"Understood~" Belmod lifted it up and was caught, and said with a smile, "Come and have a drink with me, PORTO."

"I do not drink."

"Coke has been prepared for you, aren't you going to leave?"

Matsuda sighed deeply~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He pulled out his seat and sat down, taking the iced Coke from Belmod.

"I'm very curious, why did you get close to her, I have clearly sent a message to tell you... I don't like her, and you still insist on getting close, as Jin Jiu said, adolescence... physiological problems? "

"Cough cough..."

The straightforward words made Matsuda choke, Jun blushed and said angrily, "Bei, Er, Mo, De!"

"Ala~ the physical problem is not an emotional problem, and I won't let you repeat it for the third time. But if you are really... I can help you find someone." Belmod said with a smile: "I'm out anyway. The identity is Chris Wynyard... um~ If you like the age, I will use the identity of Sharon to connect you."

Matsuda held his forehead, feeling that he could not communicate with Belmod normally.

It's all nonsense.

But she mentioned gin just now? Matsuda frowned and felt a little incomprehensible. When did Jinjiu's brain circuit become like this? puberty? Physical problem? Luckily he figured it out.

"Shy? It's nothing to be shy about, I'll find some photos for you to see, you pick..."

"Go away! It's up to you to see for yourself!"

"However you say it is my nominal adopted son. As a mother, I naturally hope that you can grow up as soon as possible."

Belmod deliberately put emphasis on the word "growth", squinting to observe Matsuda's expression.

"I'm going to bed, you can shut up."

Sure enough, he left with a gloomy face.

It's still the same as when I was a child, which is really interesting.

"Good night, PORTO~"

I hope you will abide by what you say and will not be interested in anyone.

Otherwise, I will be angry.

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