Conan: Peppermint Beluga

The rain has been falling and never stopped.

Even getting bigger and bigger.

Sitting on the ground in embarrassment, Matsuda still couldn't accept the news of Zhu Fu Jingguang's death, even though he was sitting in front of his icy body.

Don't all say that people who love to laugh will be lucky?

It turned out to be a lie.

I haven't told you personally, I look forward to your cooking.

I didn't admit it myself. I also regard you as a friend.

Don't you take your life very seriously? Why can't you be a little more careful, just hold on for a while and wait for me to come.

I didn't even tell you my real name, and I don't know your name yet.

If I could predict the future and know that it was your last text message, I would never reply to you like that.

——[Go away, die. ]

The nails sank deep into the palm of the hand and pinched out bright red.

Matsuda rarely regrets anything, and the death of Zhu Fu Jingguang was his first regret.

There were footsteps behind him, Matsuda raised his eyes and looked back, it was Toru Amuro with a terrified face.

Why did this guy come.

Amuro suppressed his emotions, walked to Matsuda's side, and asked, "Jing, did you kill it?"

"……Is it important?"

Such a friendly name, it was obviously called Scotland before that.

Matsuda narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Amuro Toru, but his attention was not on himself at all, and he was lying on the ground stupidly to listen to the heartbeat of someone who had already died. How could he possibly hear it.

"PORTO, you are cruel enough, he is your subordinate."

"There's no need to be soft-hearted when dealing with undercover agents." Matsuda looked at him with a cold face, and said indifferently, "It's not something to be proud of to have an undercover subordinate."

"you!"

The resentment that appeared in Amuro's eyes at that moment was captured by Matsuda keenly, and he couldn't help laughing.

It turns out that I am not the only one who cares about you.

The identity of red or black... Matsuda is not interested, he only knows that if Zhu Fu Jingguang's body is handed over to him, it will be handled well.

It will not be thrown into the research institute as in the past, and it will become a specimen for anatomical research.

"The task has been completed, and the rest is up to you."

Toru Amuro gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Jing Guangming kept telling him that Matsuda was very good to him and a good person——

Stupid, look at the good people you are referring to, the ones who say such ruthless words and even kill you mercilessly?

I will definitely take revenge... Jingguang.

Will not let you die in vain.

Amuro raised his hand to wipe away the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes, gently picked up the "sleeping" Zhu Fu Jingguang, and left the dim rooftop.

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Riding a motorcycle in a rainy night, aimlessly racing, seems to be the only way to calm down.

From night to dawn, without rest.

Back in the apartment building, he took off his soaked clothes, grabbed a clean one and put it on, and went out again.

Take the tram he often rides to the place where the two met for the first time.

Beige Town, Beige Aquarium.

After purchasing the tickets, he walked inside. The person in charge of checking the tickets looked behind Matsuda and asked, "This gentleman, who is your friend?"

Matsuda glanced at the tickets handed out to him, no wonder she would ask that, so she bought two subconsciously.

"I'm the only one, and my friends can't come."

"Ah, so, please come in."

Putting away the ticket stubs, Matsuda walked in with one hand in his pocket.

There shouldn't be too many memories in such a place, but when his eyes touched the hydrogen balloon in the hands of the little boy in front of him, there seemed to be snickering laughter in his ears.

- "Hey, Matsuda, do you want to buy you a balloon?"

The ghosts and gods just went to the young man selling hydrogen balloons. Matsuda lowered the brim of his hat and said solemnly, "Please give me a white one."

"Don't you need a pattern? The popular styles here are penguins, beluga whales and sharks."

"Need not."

Holding a white hydrogen balloon that didn't match him at all, Matsuda took a step towards the Beluga exhibition area.

—— "If you have someone you like in the future, just confess here."

If possible, I will.

—— "Obviously like Moby Dick, admit it, you just like it!"

I admit.

Matsuda leaned on the glass and looked at the beluga whale who was playing cute towards him, his eyes filled with astringency.

When did you become so hypocritical and have such a sad mood.

Gin doesn't seem to have said that once his emotions are enriched, for a person like him...it will become a weakness.

She took out her phone and opened the message with her long fingers.

After reading it over and over many times, I sent a message that could no longer be answered.

[Matsuda: Sleep in peace, Jing...my dear friend. ]

After three minutes.

He was waddled to the Beluga exhibition area with his short legs, his big bright eyes looked curiously at the white hydrogen balloon placed there, tilted his head, put his index finger in his hand and sucked it.

He waved his arms twice to try to attract the adults' attention, and his milk said: "Mom...Mom...Dad! Here...there are balloons!"

The child's parents also noticed the hydrogen balloon hanging here, and glanced at it out of curiosity.

A line of words was written on the white balloon.

——あなたに出会えてよかった

——It's nice to meet you

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The rain stopped.

The air after the rain is mixed with the fragrance of fragrant grass, and the tiredness of not resting all day and night is diluted.

Matsuda returned to the apartment and lay down on the sofa. It was time to take a few days off.

My current state is not suitable for tasks, I have to let my mood settle, and there are still many things that I need to do by myself.

The unsaved number is displayed on the screen of the mobile phone, which is so familiar that it will never be forgotten.

Timely rain.

The person on the other end of the phone is someone who can comfort him.

"Hey…"

After a long time without rest, her voice became a little hoarse.

After the other party was silent for a few seconds, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "How are you doing?"

Obviously there are a lot of questions to ask, and a lot of harsh words to say, but after speaking, there is only one word of condolences left.

"not good."

"It's been a bad day."

Matsuda was afraid that Miyano wouldn't believe it, so he deliberately reiterated that he wanted to be comforted, he wanted to talk to her.

Otherwise, people will go crazy if they keep holding on.

"...deserving it."

"Um."

"Oh, why are you so frank? It's not like you."

Matsuda opened his mouth and didn't know how to respond to this sentence... He really didn't like Shuo's truthful words.

Before, there was no one who could tell the truth, but now that he met him, he couldn't say it.

As an undercover agent, I have carried it all by myself for so many years, so I can't drop the chain at a critical moment.

Even if you are facing someone you trust and care about the most, you can't say everything.

Seeing that the other side was silent, Miyano Shiho sighed deeply and didn't know what to say. He clenched his hand holding the phone slightly, and said indifferently, "Are you accepting any task, as long as it is arranged by them?"

"What's the meaning?"

"I have a mission here, do you accept it?"

Matsuda propped up his body and said solemnly, "Accept."

"You don't even ask about the content of the mission?"

Matsuda pursed his lips and did not speak, and was unwilling to answer the question.

"Forget it, the content of the task is not difficult, please protect my sister."

Matsuda didn't expect that he would receive such a task one day, just as he thought it was absurd that Gin arranged for him to spy on her - when did the professional killer start taking on the task of protecting her?

"I accept."

Miyano Shiho chuckled and said indifferently: "I know you have your difficulties, and I will understand you. I have had a very fulfilling life these days, and the experimental results are still optimistic~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's just the organization's requirements. I did human experiments and was rejected by me."

"This research needs me, so you don't need to worry about my situation. I'm fine. As long as I still have a day of use, they won't shoot me."

The organization really won't attack Miyano Shiho. Matsuda is very clear about this. Otherwise, Belmod, who hates him in words, would have taken practical actions.

This also shows that the drug research conducted by Shiho Miyano is very important to the organization and to that gentleman.

The organization will only abandon people who are worthless, and those like Miyano who are still useful to the organization will naturally not become abandoned children.

On the other hand, Akemi Miyano is different. She is just a bargaining chip to threaten, and she can decide life and death with a single word to the organization.

So compared to himself, Miyano Shiho knew that his sister's situation was much more dangerous.

"Did I say I was worried about you?"

Matsuda regretted saying this.

Sure enough, there was no sound from the other side.

But one result is quite optimistic... At least she didn't hang up the phone directly. According to her previous temper, what she hears now is not a deep breath but a busy tone.

Matsuda pursed his lips, thinking that there are too many people under surveillance at the institute, and that too long a call will cause suspicion. He had to say, "I'll keep an eye on it... Drink less coffee and hang up."

"Be careful with the task."

Looking at the darkened screen in his hand, Matsuda lay down on the sofa again, a faint smile appeared in his dark eyes, it was really worthless, just a few words made him feel a lot better.

After living in this dark space for a long time, a crack was suddenly torn open, and the faint light that penetrated was enough to make him desperately crawl out.

He believed that one day he would go out.

Be yourself.

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