Conan’s Guilty Points System

"That's what you call a friend of the opposite **** who has a sexual relationship."

"Well, we are gun buddies."

Heiji was speechless: God-like logic.

Belmod changed a position in his arms, and the two were closer: "Hitto Heiji, I admit, affected by the memory after amnesia, I can't hate you. Even, I still value you very much in my heart. But , that's not why I'm your woman."

Heiji put his arms around her pink back and smiled lightly: "If you become my woman so easily, it's not absinthe."

Belmod didn't speak, he put his arms around his waist, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Heiji lowered his head and glanced at Belmod, with a strange expression: "Friends!"

[I'm actually Belmod's gun buddy. 】

[Too bloody! 】

Time is passing.

Heiji opened his eyes, the beauty in his arms was already up and dressed.

"You haven't answered me yet, what are you doing with me?"

Belmod sat on the sofa with his long legs crossed and looked at Heiji lightly.

Heiji sat up and shrugged casually: "I'm the woman who came to help me. Since you don't admit that she's my woman, I don't need to help anymore."

Belmod smiled lightly: "I never thought of asking you to help me. This time I came here, but I was called by the voice in my heart. Today, I am satisfied and it is time to go."

After speaking, stand up and prepare to leave.

Heiji directly grabbed her jade hand and pulled her into his arms with all his strength.

Belmod frowned, his eyes trembled slightly in the depths, and he pushed it level.

Heiji sighed: "Honey, don't make trouble, has the FBI come to you?"

Belmod's body trembled, and his emotions calmed down slightly: "Well, here it is. This time I say goodbye to you. The FBI has cooperated with the Japanese police to search for the black-clothed organization."

"You really betrayed the Black Organization?"

With the means of the black organization, even if the police cooperate with the FBI, it has no influence on the backbone of Belmod. The only possibility is that she betrayed the Black Organization.

Belmod looked a little disdainful: "No betrayal, just, I don't need their protection."

Heiji nodded and hugged Belmod even tighter: "That's right, the FBI can't touch you with me."

Belmod glanced at him, with a hint of helplessness in her beautiful eyes: "The son of a minister of the Osaka Prefectural Police Department, he has no ability to control all this."

"Of course Hattori Heiji can't, but Laojiao can."

Belmod suddenly widened his almond eyes and pressed Heiji firmly: "What did you say? Laojiao?"

"You are Laojiao!"

Chapter 0611 Belmod's touch!

The room was completely quiet.

Belmod stared blankly at Heiji, a look of horror flashing in the depths of his eyes.

[Heiji Hattori is equal to a famous detective. 】

[A famous detective is equal to the old cellar of a killer? 】

These two identities are also incompatible, so they are the same person?

Pingji smiled lightly, wrapped his arms around Belmod's waist, and put his hand on her belly: "Why, don't you believe it?"

Belmod frowned, leaning back against Heiji's chest, the waves were still churning deep in his heart, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

She didn't even notice the current posture of the two of them.

She doesn't care.

"who are you?"

The voice was very cold.

Her heart is messed up!

"Who am I? Who do you think I should be?"

Heiji's voice was resentful like a starry sky, as if it came from the depths of the universe, with a touch of intimidating coldness.

Belmod leaned against his arms quietly: "Is it also because of you that I lost my memory last time?"

The voice had a trace of calmness, a trace of awe.

"Well, I wanted to kill Jinjiu. I didn't expect you to come."

Pingji's voice was a little helpless.

"What did you think when you saw me coming? Have you ever thought about giving up?"

Belmod's voice carried a hint of anticipation.

Heiji smiled lightly: "No. At that time, you were just someone I knew, or even an enemy. I was never soft-hearted towards enemies."

He didn't intend to deceive Belmod, at that time he really didn't care about Belmod's life or death.

Belmod nodded, leaned into Heiji's arms, closed his beautiful eyes, and stopped talking.

Heiji frowned: The reaction was so calm?

Belmod suddenly threw Heiji on the bed and kissed his lips, his movements very enthusiastic.

The temperature of the room is rising.

The war kicked off again.

This time, it continued until late at night.

Belmod was lying in Heiji's arms, limp and exhausted.

"You're too crazy, aren't you?"

For Belmod's reaction, Heiji was a little speechless, as if he wanted to drain him.