Conan: Eternal Darkness

The members of the team kept an almost eerie silence and returned to the organization.

There are few consecutive large-scale tasks that need to be completed, so there is always a period of repairing after each group dispatch. Gin is lying on the sofa lazily with his right arm, holding the phone in his left hand. I don’t know what to do. The thin lips that are slightly pursed reveal a bit of indifference that refuses people thousands of miles away, and the slender fingers point and click on the screen of the mobile phone. The ground was torn apart, revealing pale skin, dangerous but full of allure.

This is what Shiho Miyano saw when she walked into the living room, but based on the fear of falling into a dark abyss that someone in her previous life brought her, she didn't have any charming thoughts about the scene in front of her, and her body instinctively tensed for a moment. , with dark eyes, turned around and walked towards the small garden, forgive her for not having the courage to face the gin alone, let alone in the same room.

What Miyano Shiho didn't see was that after she turned around without hesitation, the pupils of the silver-haired man on the sofa moved up slightly, and then returned to their original positions. He couldn't hide it from his eyes at all, but, for some reason, he never said it.

The fingertips moved slowly, and an email was sent. Within a few seconds, the word [Successful Sending] was displayed on the mobile phone. A slight arc was drawn on the corner of the mouth, which seemed to be mocking, and the shadow of the sun was reflected in the pupils. Gin put down the phone and looked out the window.

...

Porsche 356A slowly parked in a secluded corner, looking at the warehouse not far away, Gin leaned on the seat expressionlessly, Belmod stretched lazily, eyebrows were dazzling, and his voice sounded sleepy. The unique charm of the first awakening, "Gin, the organization's temptation to Rye has never stopped, why do you need today's scene?"

"Maybe it will come out today." Gin seemed to chuckle, not ready to answer, "Don't go wrong, Vermouth."

"Are you doubting my strength, Gin?" Belmod skillfully disguised himself, feigning anger and glaring at Gin, Gin was noncommittal, he never said this, it was Belmod who said it himself .

In a short time, the fair-skinned and beautiful blonde turned into a dying old man. Belmode's dressing skills were beyond doubt. Gin casually glanced at the old man with the vicissitudes of life on the back seat.

The rickety old man coughed lightly, and the originally clear and charming female voice suddenly turned into a hoarse, dry and muddy tone. Belmod's disguise technique is very good, and she is the Oscar queen herself. A three-pointer that is portrayed in the wood.

From the moment he got off the car, the rickety old man could no longer find a single shadow about Absinthe himself. Gin never doubted Belmod's strength. The overall strength of this woman was definitely Top class in the world.

The old man walked towards the warehouse step by step with a staggering pace. The wrinkles on his forehead were traces of ruthless years, his eyes were cloudy, his hands were shaking involuntarily, and the crutches touched the ground and issued a "da-da-- da" sound.

This is a vicissitudes old man who has experienced countless ups and downs.

This is an innocent old man who has strayed into an ambush site.

It seemed that he had walked too much, and the old man's face showed a strong look of exhaustion. While beating his legs, he looked around, as if looking for a suitable seat.

The black long-haired man with his back to the warehouse door glanced at the old man and waited quietly for his old enemy.

The old man finally found a suitable place, there was a chair, and his old, wrinkled face showed a look of relief, he walked slowly to the chair, coughed softly, and sat tremblingly. On the chair, he seemed to be frightened by a young and stern young man not far away. Sitting on the chair, he did not speak, but remained motionless.

The black-haired man ignored the old man. He didn't do anything from beginning to end, but he had a bad premonition in his heart.

The warehouse was unusually quiet, and the heavy breathing of the old man could be heard clearly.

Belmod has always been dedicated to his job, perfectly playing the role of the harmless old man.

Gin leaned back against the back, watching it all silently.

Everything was working fine until...

The man who appeared out of nowhere with a ferocious face suddenly stepped forward, facing the twilight old man who was sitting on the chair, who seemed to be frightened, and persuaded in a relatively gentle voice that did not match his appearance: "Old man, this place is very dangerous, you can't stay here."

The old man showed a dazed and panicked expression at the right moment, and stood up tremblingly.

Everything that happened after that was just as Gin expected.

From noon to sunset, no one else came, and the young FBI agent knew—he had been exposed.

...

"Gin, as expected of you." The old man sat in the back seat and let out a charming chuckle that didn't belong to his appearance. His voice was nice, but with his appearance... he had a bit of hot eyes.

Belmod gently tore off the human skin mask on his face, with a faint smile on his delicate face, "I didn't expect Rye to hide so deeply." As he spoke, he took off the rough clothes he was wearing. , the vodka started the Porsche, the black car quietly left, and the patched clothes were thrown aside. The poppy beauty showed a swan-like neck, undid the bandage around her chest, and changed back to her clothes. I don't care that there are two young and strong men in the car.

Vodka never looked sideways. Although he had a rear-view mirror, he didn't have the guts to peek. That beautiful blonde woman didn't need gin at all, and it might even be worse than gin. , after all, people in the world say that the most poisonous woman's heart, a woman who is ruthless has nothing to do with a man.

As for gin...he has seen everything that should be seen and should not be seen, and he has touched everything that can be touched but cannot be touched. If so, what else is there to be embarrassed about?

The blond beauty, who had changed her clothes, leaned comfortably on the seat and slowly lit a cigarette. The lady's cigarette was more slender than ordinary cigarettes. The back bends a nice arc, showing a bit of leisure.

"Don't deal with the undercover?" Belmod slowly exhaled the smoke ring, smilingly looking at Gin—in the rearview mirror—Gin doesn't look like he's going on a mission now.

"Rum will handle it." Gin took out the cigarette case, flicked his fingertips slightly at the bottom, and a cigarette came out. He lowered his head and bit the cigarette holder, put the case back into his pocket, and the silver lighter ignited red and blue. The flame, accompanied by a little green smoke, slowly took a sip of the gin, and exhaled the lingering "fog", the window was opened with a small slit, so the smoke quickly dissipated, "After all - I need to avoid suspicion." Although it is completely unnecessary, but why work when you can be lazy?

Naturally, Belmod couldn't believe Jinjiu's grandiose remarks, and a woman who knew someone's nature chuckled, "Yes, you will probably be busy during this time." After all, it is inevitable for the organization to find such a big mouse. The ground needs to be cleaned, and these are all responsible for Gin.

"Are you coming over at night? I'll treat you to a martini." Belmod pressed the **** of the cigarette in the cigarette case, and his water-green eyes were full of smiles.

Gin snorted lightly, and took it as an agreement. Vodka didn't hear anything outside the window, and just wanted to drive the car steadily. After all, the man and woman he was carrying were not easy characters to mess with. In front of it, it is no different from small shrimp.

...

At seven o'clock in the evening, the gin arrived as scheduled, and the moment he stepped into the apartment, the hour hand pointed precisely on the whole point, "You really stepped on the point." Belmod wiped his wet hair and glanced at it. Time jokingly said, "Wait another ten minutes to have dinner."

Ten minutes - just enough to take a shower, Belmode's apartment is a little more warm than gin, the faint scent of lavender fills the nose, the floor is covered with expensive plush carpets, and gin is solved slowly For their own dinner, the curtains were drawn to make the room a little dim, after all, they didn't turn on the headlights.

Preciously holding the red wine glass and leaning on the chair, his eyes fell on Belmod, who was eating elegantly. The blond hair fell to his ears, reflecting the fair and delicate neck skin, and the thin nightdress could not hide the delicate and elegant woman. Body curves - this is a scene that challenges a man's willpower.

The pine green eyes seemed to be filled with mist, patiently waiting for Belmod to fill his stomach, put the goblet on the table, reached out and pulled the woman, and the two fell on the carpet. The next second, the lights went out.

Silver and blond hair mixed together, panting and moaning to the sound of the night.

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PS I don't know if some ambiguous paragraphs will be deleted. If they are deleted or blocked, then I can't blame me, right?