After the World of Conan is Full of Bad Luck

    The hand that Matsuda Jinhei was stroking stopped suddenly, and he was so surprised that he couldn't even speak.

    Now things are completely beyond his knowledge.

    Amamiya Qianxue sat up from the arms of the person next to her, stretched her waist, "What's wrong with you?"

    "I don't understand what you just said." He felt a chill behind him.

      It can only be cultivated artificially.”

    "Clone?"

    When he said the word, his whole voice was extremely dry.

    Amamiya Qianxue stood up and nodded, "I guess the result of cell culture in vitro, Cointreau..."

    Speaking of the last name, she sneered, and a murderous intent flashed in her eyes.

    Matsuda Jinping could sense something was wrong in her tone, "Cointreau? You also called this name on the top floor of the building? Is that the one who was ready to snipe on the top floor?"

    Referring to what happened back then, Amamiya Qianxue's mouth froze slightly, and her expression was a little embarrassed, so she had to turn her back to get the things for washing, and then answered vaguely.

    "Why turn around?" Matsuda Jinping raised his eyebrows.

    "Go and pack up and prepare to take a bath." She replied in a low voice, but she refused to face Matsuda Jinhei.

    "Oh..." Matsuda Jinping took two steps to the door, half leaning on the door frame and watching her pack her clothes.

    Amamiya Qianxue looked at the person at the door with a troubled face, "Let me?"

    "You're willing to look at me now?"

    "I was wrong back then, I apologize to you, but I was also forced by the situation at that time."

    In the entanglement of eyes, Matsuda Jinping lowered his head halfway, his voice was low and sandy, and seemed a little gentle under the warm light.

    "Will you let me know about your past?"

    A sincere and emotional sentence.

    It's hard to say no.

    Drowning her eyes and thinking for a while, Amamiya Qianxue shook her head, "Sorry, I don't think there's anything to say about that."

    About her true identity, she is not someone from this world at all, Amamiya Qianxue felt that only this must not be said from her own mouth, otherwise extremely terrifying things would happen.

    I can't contact them at all now, she should be more careful about this.

    But she made up an identity or something to deceive Matsuda Jinping, and she was unwilling to do so in her heart.

    Jinping Matsuda chuckled lightly, reached out and patted the top of her head, "Well, I know, talk about it when you want to say it, go wash up, and go to bed after you're done. , no more work tonight."

    She was stunned for a moment, and then she understood, "It really is too noisy for you."

    Jinping Matsuda shook his head, "I'm afraid that one day you'll be admitted to the hospital because of lack of sleep, and you're not allowed to stay up late tonight." There was something irrefutable in his tone.

    "Okay, got it."

    In the splendid casino, the gentle instructor beauty squinted slightly after hearing the report of the black suit who followed her all the way.

    Then she took a tray and went up to the second floor from the secret passage, and rang one of the boxes with a smile.

    It was the next room where Chiyuki Amamiya came out.

    The box was dark, except for a crystal lamp with ambiguous light.

    Cointreau, who was wearing a long white dress, was resting his elbows on his knees, pinching his chin and closing his eyes, "How is it?"

    "According to the report, there was nothing wrong with those two people, and we didn't find our tracking along the way. They stayed at the izakaya until a little more, so the subordinates were sent back."

    The instructor bowed respectfully and handed over the red wine on the tray.

    "Heh." Cointreau chuckled.

    The knuckled fingers caressed the body of the bottle and tapped it lightly. Instead of taking the corkscrew, she slammed it on the corner of the table, and the bottle neck of the precious red wine shattered.

    The rose-red wine splashed around with glass shards.

    The woman immediately knelt on the ground trembling, motionless.

    Cointreau smiled softly, but his golden eyes were like ice, he pulled the woman's intact bun and forcefully made her raise her head.

    "What are you crying for?" He tilted his head and asked, his dark blue hair flowing down his delicate face.

    The woman's face was stunned, but her tearful eyes were still trembling.

    Cointreau poured a whole bottle of red wine from the top of her head with a smile, and the rose-red wine gurgled down, dyeing the woman's amber hair into wet golden red.

    At this moment, the door of the box was suddenly pushed open, and a hot blonde woman wearing a black tights walked in, Belmod.

    She glanced coldly at what Cointreau was doing, with a hint of disgust on the corner of her mouth, "Cointreau, you are too sick, you made the ground so dirty."

    "Oh, what does it matter." He waved his hand and told the woman to step back.

    The woman stepped out of the box with slight steps.

    Belmode drew a cigarette, lit it, and asked, "What do you want us to see?"

      roses.

    Belmode sneered and let out a breath of smoke. If Cointreau invited her only today, she would not come.

    I really didn't expect that he would alarm the adult. I really don't know what medicine is sold in the gourd. The people in the laboratory are really crazy.

    "How many people are there?" Belmod asked coldly.

    Cointreau stretched, "Four in total with you, Gin, Bourbon, Shirley."

    Speaking of the name of "Shirley", a murderous intent flashed in their eyes.

    "It seems to be a very interesting thing, I am suddenly interested." Belmod's red lips pursed lightly, and he smiled.

    Cointreau pulled out a cigarette to borrow fire from the woman opposite, "Yeah, I won't let you down, even that adult is interested in something~~"

    He held the cigarette and blinked his golden eyes like autumn water.

    Soon, the people they were waiting for also arrived one after another, and the five people packed the small box.

    Gin sneered, "Don't waste your time, Cointreau."

    "Oops, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." Cointreau put out half of his cigarette in the ashtray on the table, walked into the box, there was a secret door there, opened it, he waved He waved his hand, and walked out from inside a person who shocked the rest of the group.

    Gin and Belmod took out their guns on the spot and pointed at the purple-gray-haired woman - Spomone.

    Bourbon's face was confused, his hand in his pocket was holding the gun, thinking that he was somewhat confident that he would be able to take Amamiya Qianxue out on the spot.

    Are you holding Sulli by your side? Then let Amamiya go with him?

    Shiho Miyano also froze in place, a crack opened in his indifferent face, how could it be her? Is she still alive?

    As her lips parted, she asked absentmindedly, "Cointreau, what does this mean?" Her voice was as fragmented as her thoughts.

    Cointreau's fingertips picked up a strand of purple hair, as silky as silk, and he said while playing: "Sherry, don't you recognize it? This is your guardian, Sis. Pomoni."

    The voice was low and hoarse, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters.

    "Stop nonsense!" This time, the angry words were spoken by Gin.

    "Belmode, how is it? Isn't it a very interesting gift?" He tilted his head and asked.

    Belmode took a step closer with a gun, "Yeah, it's interesting, it's very interesting, it's too interesting."

    "Cointreau, is she really Spomoney? Isn't it rumored that she is dead?" Bourbon asked coldly.

    Cointreau pushed the person forward, "This child can be called Spurmony, after all, she was cultivated with her cells, but well, it seems that she has no consciousness of her own, and the blank is rigid. How to say, it's a semi-finished product."

    "To spend so much money just for an empty shell?" Miyano Shiho sneered.

    "No no no, Shirley, this is a miracle of science, a miracle that neither your parents could accomplish." He said, with a trace of abnormal enthusiasm in his eyes.

    The malicious madness at the corner of Cointreau's mouth became more and more obvious. The miracle he had been waiting for for so many years has finally been realized recently, Miyano and his wife, mad scientists? ? That's bullshit, he's done what the silver bullet couldn't do now.

    It's a pity, he shouldn't have killed that couple back then, or they'll be seen looking ashes today.

    Among the few people present, only Belmod knew that this was what the lord had always wanted, but it was not what she wanted, she had found her own angel, and she no longer needed that Empty illusory.

    A trace of killing intent flashed in her eyes, and she shot the empty shell.

    This strike was as fast as lightning, and the moment the fire flashed, Cointreau's entire face was horrified, like slow motion, muscles mobilized, and finally formed an undisguised expression of horror .

    Spimony, who was shot in the head, frowned tightly and fell backwards.

    Everyone present was stunned.

    Cointreau grabbed Belmod's collar fiercely, with a sharp blade in his palm, "What are you doing! Belmod!"

    Belmode glanced at the poisoned blade, and snorted coldly, "What do you do? Didn't you see it? It's you, what do you want to do to me?"

    The huge impact made the rest of the people look stunned, and they didn't realize how things could turn out like this for a while, but Bourbon, who was familiar with the relationship between Belmod and that adult, raised his eyebrows, and he probably understood .

    Cointreau's sharp blade trembled in the white tender skin, he glared at Belmod, then took it back.

    Gin squinted slightly, "You must have made more than this empty shell?"

    Hearing this, Shiho Miyano shuddered, and unspeakable nausea welled up in her stomach.

    It's disgusting.

    It is disgusting to be used even after death to create such an empty shell.

    "Of course, but I won't tell it when Belmod's stress response is so great." Cointreau regained his composure, "This is just a half-finished product."

    Bourbon let go of his grip on the handle of the gun and hugged his chest with a cold face. He was very happy to see this infighting.

    However, for such a serious matter, Matsuda and Hagihara have to say something, otherwise they will accidentally bump into someone who looks exactly like Amamiya Qianxue, then something will happen. Especially the impulsive guy Matsuda.