Conan: Peppermint Beluga

Matsuda was cracking the secret files in the computer. Halfway through the crack, he didn't expect Mr. Takahashi to be so tenacious.

The dirty, blood-stained hand grabbed Matsuda's trouser leg and wanted to say something, but when he opened it he could only let out a few whimpers.

With a blank expression, he picked up the pistol placed on the table and shot the dirty hand. The blood was stained on the light gray trouser legs, which was very obvious.

"These are the shoes I just bought."

Matsuda was more concerned about the skateboard shoes he just bought being stained with blood than his pants were soiled, and then he fired a few shots at Mr. Takahashi, who was begging for him, until he fell to the ground and could no longer make a sound.

Matsuda frowned, and only after regaining his senses did he realize that he had done such a thing, it really wasn't like the usual him.

Perhaps after staying in this organization for a long time, the mood has changed, which is not a good thing.

However, this is not the time to think about this. It is better to crack the password first and then retreat quickly. I don’t know how that guy Akai is fighting with the gang outside. Judging from some foreign language emails on the computer, this Mr. Takahashi is actually Two German agents were also hired.

Under the notebook are passports and air tickets. It seems that Mr. Takahashi still knows the fate of the betrayal organization.

It's a pity, I'm a little late... But it's useless even if you go to Germany, there are still organized forces there.

So, don't be a traitor.

After Matsuda finished processing the files on the computer, he pointed at the headset and said, "Rye, have you finished processing the trash fish?"

"Ah... It took a little time, how are you?" Akai raised his hand to wipe the warm blood that splattered on his cheeks, and looked at the stun gun in his hand. It was really dangerous just now, and he almost succeeded in a sneak attack by this guy.

"Well, withdraw."

Matsuda and Akai ran downstairs from the safety stairs and returned to the parking place, and saw Belmode leaning on the rear door, pulling up his long blond hair, and holding a lady's cigarette between his slender fingers. After the beautiful eyes swiveled between the two, he chuckled lightly: "How can such a simple task make you so embarrassed?"

I have to say that Belmod is indeed very beautiful, but it's just unfortunate that the two people in front of him are indifferent to beauty.

Matsuda frowned and said coldly, "You didn't do it. Detonating an explosion/bomb without saying a word is very fun?"

Akai stood aside and did not speak. Belmod could be said to be a highly respected existence in the organization. As the person who was favored by that gentleman, he would not dare to talk to her like this.

So his eyes wandered between the two at this time. Could it be that they have that kind of relationship? Not so good.

With a charming smile on his face, Belmod walked in front of Matsuda with a twisted water snake waist. He gently exhaled a smoke ring, causing Matsuda to step back a few steps and hit Akai. Akai also subconsciously reached out to support him.

"PORTO is still so cute when she's angry. I really miss the days when I was in New York with you."

"I don't miss it at all."

Matsuda stood up straight, walked to the side and pulled away the co-pilot's position. Seeing that Akai didn't respond, he said coldly, "Don't drive and wait for the onlookers to find out that there is a female movie star here?"

Akai didn't expect that he would become a driver one day, nor did he expect to download two high-level figures at once.

Oh, the undercover career is a mess.

Combined, these two have a higher status than the Volt-loaded one.

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Belmod didn't stay in Tokyo for a long time. After completing this joint mission, he returned. Before leaving, he didn't forget to tease that Matsuda grew up and became more manly.

The flirtatious look on this woman's face reminded Matsuda of returning to his hotel room after completing a mission in London three years ago, but by chance, he stumbled upon the scene of preparing a martini—

Haha, at that time, I wished I could poke my eyes out.

After all, it was the first time I saw the famous gin in the organization, and it turned out to be bare-shouldered and doing an unknown exercise there. I don't know if Gin and Belmod were embarrassed at the time, but Matsuda was embarrassed anyway.

Since then, I have also developed a good habit of knocking on doors, especially knocking on Sister Bei's door.

He didn't want to be a live audience for making martini.

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On an ordinary hot day, I set off from Mingsen Biopharmaceutical Co., Ltd. to Mihuadong General Hospital.

In the two-person ward, the young man lying on the hospital bed displayed large characters, his right leg was covered with thick plaster and wrapped with bandages. The young man in the hospital gown showed a pitiful expression when he saw the person coming.

Matsuda stared blankly at Zhu Fu Jingguang lying on the hospital bed. He didn't expect that he would become like this after two months of absence.

After all, he is considered his subordinate, and he is indeed obliged to take care of him. What Matsuda didn't expect was why such a simple character would fail and hurt himself like this.

"Matsuda-san! (〒︿〒)!"

"Tell me, how did it hurt?"

After listening to Zhu Fu Jingguang's extensive and nutritious description, I can summarize the part without the nonsense: when I was on a mission, I was unlucky and slipped and rolled down the stairs, breaking my leg.

A low-level mistake is a low-level lie.

What Matsuda thought was right, Zhu Fu Jingguang deliberately fell down the stairs and broke his leg—because the mission he performed was to kill the husband of a young couple, who was an executive of an overseas information technology company. Stay on top of bad news from the company that placed the order.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who went to perform the mission, saw that the target's wife was pregnant, and thought that killing the target would cause a newborn to lose his father, which reminded him of his tragic childhood.

So, he chose to give up the mission, and after secretly contacting the public security police to protect the couple, he jumped down the stairs and broke his leg.

He knew it was a lie, but he chose to ignore it, and even blocked the news of the mission failure. There are many smart people in the organization, and if it reaches the ears of some people, things will become complicated.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman with a fruit basket walked in at the door. After seeing Matsuda, she said spontaneously, "Luchuan, someone finally came to see you today?"

Zhufu Jingguang, who had been hospitalized for three days, nodded with a smile: "Yes, this is my good friend, Songtian."

Hearing the word "good friend", Matsuda was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the sincere smile of the person on the bed, for a while he couldn't tell whether it was acting or speaking from the bottom of his heart.

"Hello, I'm Matsuda."

"Your friend Lu Chuan is very handsome," the middle-aged woman put the fruit basket on the bedside table and smiled, "I'll go through the discharge procedures for my son, you can eat this fruit."

Watching the middle-aged woman push the boy in the wheelchair away, Matsuda sat back in his seat again, looking down at his fingers, in a daze.

He really didn't know how to get along with people.

"Ahem, Matsuda-san, can you cut a fruit for me??????~"

"Oh."

"thanks!"

The hospital's lunch with clear soup and water is not the dish of Zhu Fu Jingguang at all. Under the nurse's education, he only ate half of it. Now he is so hungry that he is embarrassed to ask Matsuda to run errands for him to buy food. Now someone is delivering fruit. It's a solution to a pressing need.

It was the first time to peel fruit, but Matsuda felt that he should be very good at it.

After all, he is very good at using knives.

But the apple in this hand hadn't been peeled off in half, and the exposed white flesh was about to be dyed back to its original red color by Matsuda's blood. Zhu Fu Jingguang hurriedly reached out his hand to stop Songtian's self-mutilation behavior, and said in a panic, "Songtian, what are you doing?!"

"Peel the fruit."

"...You cut your hands off, doesn't it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Zhu Fu Jingguang silently looked at the two wounds on Matsuda's index finger, still bleeding, how could it not hurt!

Is this guy's pain reflex arc installed in the sky?

It's not that Matsuda didn't feel the pain, but he was trying hard to cut the apple. He felt ashamed that he couldn't do such a simple thing - and he used the knife he was good at.

"Hurry up and find a nurse."

"Oh."

Matsuda got up and walked to the nurse station outside the ward. To the female nurse who was writing nursing medical records, he said indifferently, "Please come to the ward with me."

"Huh? Okay, come right away."

Sitting on the hospital bed, Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had already peeled the apple, saw that Matsuda came back soon, followed by a nurse, who took a bite of the apple in confusion, it was quite sweet.

The nurse glanced at Zhu Fu Jingguang, but he wasn't hanging a drip, and couldn't see any discomfort in him, so she wondered, "You don't look sick, right?"

After reacting, Zhu Fu Jingguang was choked by the apple in his mouth and coughed. He pointed at Matsuda's bleeding index finger and said, "It's not that I'm sick, it's that he has it!"

"?"

Matsuda frowned slightly, always feeling that this sentence was not right.

The nurse noticed that Matsuda's hand was injured, and hurriedly took out alcohol cotton and gauze from the medical kit brought over. After a brief operation, she glanced at Matsuda with strange eyes before leaving.

Those eyes seemed to say: You look so handsome, why do you feel that your brain is not very good, you don't even know that you are injured?

Matsuda stared at the index finger that had been bandaged into a mummy. Seeing Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was nibbling on an apple, he couldn't hold back a smile. He sighed and said solemnly, "This kind of small injury doesn't need bandaging at all, it will soon be healed. Automatic hemostasis."

"You should also pay attention to small wounds. UU reading www.uukanshu.com In case of inflammation and infection, it will be troublesome, Matsuda, you can't underestimate small wounds!" , Why can't you underestimate a cold and a fever, and you can't be unwell and have to carry it.

Matsuda only felt that he almost fell asleep listening to it.

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When I returned to the research institute, it was already 19:20 Tokyo time, just in time for dinner.

Matsuda came to the cafeteria on the first basement floor. The buffet on the left is for the security guards, and the right half is for the researchers. It was only during mealtimes that the researchers who were trapped in the room had space to talk freely.

Turning right into the researcher's area, Matsuda was holding a white plate made of high temperature-resistant plastic. This was his first time eating in the cafeteria.

After seeing Matsuda appear, the researchers who were talking and laughing suddenly became quiet. For a while, the only sound in the cafeteria was the sound of stainless steel chopsticks touching the plastic plate.

There are a few people who always smack their lips when they eat, but they don't dare to smack.

Matsuda didn't realize that his existence was causing inconvenience to others. His eyes fell on these dishes. The Japanese-style potato stew, which is indispensable for home cooking, the grilled mackerel with crispy skin, and the vegetables thrown into the hills. pura.

There are quite a lot of dishes, mostly Japanese, but there is no shortage of Western and light food, and the organization has done a good job in the cafeteria.

After Matsuda chose what he wanted to eat, he found an empty table and sat down. The researchers who came later all took a detour when they saw him. Even if there was not enough space to stand and eat, they would never sit at the same table.

boom.

The sound of the plastic dinner plate being placed on the table made Matsuda look up, a little surprised to see the person coming.

How about a misfit or a misfit sitting together?

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