Conan: Peppermint Beluga

In the research institute in the early hours of the morning, black high-heeled shoes stepped on the tiled floor and made a crisp clattering sound.

The white access control card was swiped through the card slot, and the cumbersome 16-digit password plus palmprint and fingerprint verification made it a little troublesome to enter the fourth laboratory every time, but I was used to it.

Miyano Shiho took off his camel-colored trench coat. The weather in Tokyo is the most anti-social. A few days ago, he only had to wear short sleeves, but today he has to put on a thick coat.

Putting on a white lab coat, Shiho Miyano paced to his desk. He was accustomed to a life that was upside-down day and night, just like when he was studying in the United States without the jet lag.

Open the latest research computer that the organization has just configured for him, and check the real-time video feedback of the mouse experiment in the seventh laboratory.

Miyano Shiho sighed, this time the experiment seemed to have no progress, and another batch of guinea pigs was wasted.

Opened the blank document and began to fill in the experiment log. In the quiet laboratory, only the sound of fingers hitting the keyboard was left.

Woohoo.

The phone vibrated twice on the desktop, indicating that the owner had a message.

Miyano Shiho opened the phone interface and found that it was a string of unremarked numbers, but she knew who the sender was.

[09017470027: Open the door. ]

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and Shiho Miyano didn't forget to straighten the folds of his white coat when he got up. He walked to the door and opened the door. He saw Matsuda standing there, holding a cup with a black cat in his hand.

"What you want."

The cup was filled with honey milk, which he hadn't brought to himself for a while... The cup was newly bought, and the pattern printed on it was a bit like the stray cat briquettes that he encountered just now.

Seeing that Shiho Miyano didn't extend his hand, Matsuda said indifferently, "If you don't want to drink, I'll drink it?"

Miyano couldn't help but rolled his eyes at him, reached out and took the cup to his lips, took a sip and said, "It's mine now."

The slyness in his eyes was like a cat playing tricks on his master. Matsuda looked away unnaturally, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his mouth felt dry for some reason.

"I prepared it for me because I heard what my sister said?" Miyano asked.

Matsuda lowered his head and stared at his toes, and gave a dull hum as an answer.

"As your surveillance target... I also urge Matsuda-kun to pay more attention to my health." Miyano Shiho drank half the cup of honey milk in one breath, pushed the cup into Matsuda's arms, and said, "Another cup. "

"…"

Matsuda looked at the empty cup, raised his brows slightly, and asked, "Miyao, are you an ox?"

"Huh? Why do you ask that?"

"The speed of drinking water is like that of a buffalo."

Snapped!

Matsuda, who was completely unprepared, suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of his left foot. The heel of the black high-heeled shoes clenched twice on the back of his left foot, causing his body to stiffen in pain.

"Miyano Shiho!"

"Ah? Who is that?"

Miyano Shiho looked at Matsuda who squatted down to cover his feet, and finally was able to look down at him from a condescending position. With a wicked smile on his face, he said indifferently, "There are only water buffalo here, no Miyano."

boom!

Without giving Matsuda a chance to fight back, the fourth laboratory was slammed shut.

Seeing that no one could see his facial expression, Matsuda simply didn't hold it, Jun's face was contorted together because of the pain, and he limped back to his bedroom with the empty mug.

Damn, I have to wash the cup for this vicious woman.

You shouldn't be kind enough to go to several stores to choose this cup! (▼ dish▼#)

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At 07:24, the platform of the JR Shinkansen in Tokyo.

Wear a white short-sleeved T-shirt with a black street-style denim jacket, and the lower body is a pair of overalls and black short boots.

The front of the forehead is still the iconic black headband. I don't know why, but Matsuda always likes to wear it.

Today, I am going to Osaka on a mission. In order to obtain research materials from a biopharmaceutical company in Osaka, Matsuda is standing next to Shiho Miyano, an authoritative genius scientist in this field.

This female scientist is not very formal today, a white square-neck navy dress with white flat shoes is quite suitable for her.

The two high-valued people appearing in the public environment are destined to attract the attention of others.

Matsuda glanced at Miyano next to him, and said solemnly, "Follow closely, don't get lost."

Miyano rarely had such an opportunity. She justified staying out for so long, and she could even experience the Shinkansen that she had never been on before—after all, the organization seldom let her come to such a crowded place, for fear that she would escape, which was also quite high. Assess her courage.

"What? Do you need to ask the police officer to borrow a pair of handcuffs for you?"

Matsuda pursed his lips slightly, reached out and grabbed her wrist directly, and said indifferently, "No need to bother, just use your hands."

Miyano was taken aback by this sudden close contact. Obviously, he didn't expect Matsuda to make such a move. He forgot to resist for a while, and was pulled into the car by him. He didn't react until he felt the power on his wrist disappear when he was sitting in the seat. come over.

"Who let you touch me?"

Matsuda didn't answer, looked at the flight attendant who was pushing the dining car out, and asked, "Do you need it?"

Seeing that the other party didn't answer what he asked, Miyano Shiho, who had a vengeance, looked at the flight attendant with a smile and said, "Hello, I want snacks and drinks in this dining car. This gentleman will pay."

"…"

Matsuda calmly took out his wallet. The car seemed to have a lot of things, but the actual purchase didn't cost much, so he threw it to Miyano Shiho, raised his chin slightly, and motioned for her to pay.

Feeling the thickness of the wallet, Miyano Shiho frowned, this guy's salary in the organization is so high?

Seeing that there was no way to make him collapse, Miyano had to say, "Please give me two cans of coffee, thank you."

The flight attendant handed over two cans of coffee, took the money and pushed the dining cart away. Miyano Shiho skillfully opened the pull tab, and was about to drink when he found Matsuda took another can.

"You have to drink and buy it yourself."

"I've said it many times, it's not healthy."

Matsuda frowned and looked at the coffee in his hand. He pulled the tab and took a sip. The bitter taste occupied his mouth. How good is this kind of thing? This woman's taste is really extreme, either bitter or sweet.

From Tokyo to Osaka, it takes about 4 hours to take the JR Shinkansen. The two of them sat face to face, holding the novel book in hand, without saying a word.

One holds "Why Believe in Darwin" in his hand, and the other holds "Gray's Anatomy 41st (41st Edition of Grace's Anatomy, which are books that ordinary people do not read.

At 11:48, the Shinkansen finally successfully arrived at the Osaka platform.

Matsuda closed the book and put it back in his backpack. He reached out and motioned Miyano to put the book in his bag, in order to reduce the weight.

"You're quite considerate."

"It's long-winded."

As soon as he walked out of the station, Matsuda was just buying a bottle of Coke when he found out that Shiho Miyano had an Osaka tourism brochure in his hand, which made him think of Zhufu Jingguang - also a guy who regarded his mission as a tourist.

"Hey, we're not here for sightseeing."

"Don't you have to wait until it's dark? It's still daytime now."

Matsuda had no way to refute, so he took out the mask he had prepared from his pocket and frowned: "Put the mask on, your face is too much of a hindrance. (Translation: You are too good-looking, it is easy to attract onlookers, it will affect the task, So obediently wear a mask.

Miyano Shiho stared at the dead fish, put on the mask, and said, "I'm hungry, come with me."

When he learned that he was going to Osaka to perform a mission, Miyano Shiho didn't fall asleep at all the night before. He was excited to check Osaka's tourist guide for a long time in the laboratory. It was like which store's okonomiyaki is the favorite of the locals. , Which store's octopus **** taste the best?

Matsuda silently followed behind Miyano. Although her expression did not seem to give people a very happy feeling, the slender hand that kept tapping the side of her legs and beating beats still showed her joy.

At this time, a man wearing a blue peaked cap lowered the brim of his hat and walked past the two of them. When passing by, he slammed into Shiho Miyano's left shoulder. Before she could react, Matsuda's cold voice came from behind.

"Stay where you are and don't go."

Shiho Miyano looked down and found that his newly purchased PRADA classic handbag was cut open, and the Louis Vuitton wallet inside was gone.

It's a thief!

The thief wearing a blue peaked cap was obviously very familiar with the terrain here. With his footsteps, he easily got rid of the people behind him. He threw the hat into the trash can next to him, and took out a pair of sunglasses from his jacket pocket. Putting it on the big back, pretending to be nothing, slowed down and walked into the alley.

"Cut, I used a LouisVuitton wallet and it turned out to be 30,000 yen? An idiot woman with money!" The corner of the thief's mouth rose slightly, thinking that the man who went with him just now didn't catch up with him, he couldn't help laughing excitedly, blowing The whistle murmured: "Sure enough, no one can catch up with Uncle Ben."

"You seem to be very happy?"

"Who?!"

The thief turned around and didn't have time to see the appearance of the person who came. UU was kicked to the ground when he was reading www.uukanshu.com. .

Matsuda bent down and picked up the wallet that had fallen on the ground. The contents were still there. Obviously, the thief was not satisfied with the income from the theft, and planned to sell the wallet for money.

"I'm in a good mood, I'll let you go." Matsuda patted the dust off his wallet and was about to leave. Who knew that there was the sound of high heels stepping on the brick road at the entrance of the alley, and when he turned around, he saw a black face that was about to emerge from his body. Miyano Shiho, the purple-black gas.

Miyano Shiho glared at Matsuda and asked, "Is that him?"

"…Um."

Matsuda watched Miyano threateningly approach the thief who was still on the ground and yelled at the thief who didn't realize the seriousness of the matter. He shook his head helplessly. You said it was not good for you to steal from someone, but you wanted to steal her.

"This is my new bag! You bastard!"

boom! boom!

The poor thief had not yet recovered from the pain in Matsuda's foot. He only felt that his eyes were dark and his head seemed to be covered by something. Then he was hit **** the head, and he fell on his back on the ground.

It's good now - Mom, I'm in so much pain, and I even saw birds dancing ballet in front of my eyes.

Miyano Shiho directly put the cut handbag over the thief's head, and immediately stepped on the poor man's face, and the crisp sound of the back of the head hitting the back of the head made Matsuda subconsciously reach out and touch the back of his head.

Really cruel.

Miyano Shiho, who had finished venting his anger, stepped out on high heels, glanced at Matsuda who was still stunned, and said coldly, "Aren't you going yet?"

"…go."

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