Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan

Hearing Belmod's question, Shiraishi glanced at her, thinking that she could come to our group.

However, thinking of the difficulty of double-opening to hide from Belmod... he immediately rejected it.

Of course, how to arrange the gin has little to do with whether Shiraishi desires or not, he just thinks about it.

Belmod watched the eager and restrained gaze of the fanboy, smiled kindly at the developable tool man, and handed him a cigarette too.

Shiraishi subconsciously took it. In fact, he doesn't like smoking, but at parties, in order to follow the trend, he occasionally smokes a little.

And now it's the villain party of the black organization, suddenly saying "I don't smoke" and then rejecting it, it's too unpretentious.

In addition, the cigarette is still the hand he has coveted for a long time b... Belmod handed it...

Amuro Toru had never seen Matsuda smoking, and thinking about Matsuda's personality, he felt that Belmod would be rejected.

So Toru Amuro even thought about what he wanted to say: "Smoking is not a good habit, it will leave a lot of traces when tracking."

Although these words seem to be connoting Jinjiu, in Jinjiu's eyes, the organization is the most important, and what he is about to say is the truth, and Jinjiu won't mind.

Unexpectedly, before uttering a word, Toru Amuro saw that Matsuda raised his hand to take the cigarette after a start. He took off his mask, revealing his full face, and put the cigarette in his mouth.

The movements are much more skilled than he thought.

"…"

Amuro's words came to his lips, not to mention it was very uncomfortable, and he hesitated to say anything in front of Jinjiu, which was very dangerous.

So he supported the back of the chair, changed his lines temporarily, and turned to Belmod: "There are not many people here who are not addicted to smoking, don't bring bad newcomers."

"It's just a way to relieve stress." Belmode clicked and lit the lighter, and leaned over to light the cigarette for Shiraishi. She replied to Bourbon casually, "You should also cultivate some hobbies."

As he spoke, Belmod looked at Shiraishi's expression secretly. When there is no mask to cover, the expression is better recognizable.

After confirming that the fanboy is still a fanboy, she finally felt relieved.

The dangerous feeling before, should be just an illusion.

Chianti didn't like Belmode very much. She held a sniper rifle and retorted for Bourbon: "Isn't his hobby working? Last time we aimed at the target at the West Cup, he was delivering milk on the street."

The picture is too full, Shiraishi wanted to laugh a little.

But looking at the face of Belmod, who was close at hand, in order to maintain his cold and reliable image, he held back.

but…

Why does Belmod's face feel a little muddy?

Shiraishi raised his hand and pressed his eyes.

The head is not dizzy, but the eyes are covered with flowers, like a layer of smoke. It felt strange and abrupt.

...wait, smoke?

Shiraishi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly there was a guess in his heart.

After hesitating for a moment, he lifted the cigarette and took another tentative breath.

The smoke in front of him immediately aggravated, and it looked white, gradually obscuring his vision.

"…"

Could it be that this mask... really has no brains? ?

The more I think about it, the more I realize that this is the truth.

Dizziness may be because the smoke is relatively light. After inhaling it, there is no exit, and it gradually accumulates on the head, obscuring the vision.

Moreover, judging from the natural conversations of the few people nearby, they hadn't noticed anything unusual.

In other words...probably not even an ear canal.

Otherwise, by now, Gin and the others should be able to see the scene of "Coron" smoking from his ears. If they did see it, they couldn't have asked without a word.

At this time, turning your head and spitting out the smoke should alleviate the situation.

But Shiraishi thought about it, not only did he not vomit, but he also held his breath to prevent the smoke from escaping.

As a major who skipped class, ah no, a student who skipped class, Shiraishi keenly caught the escape.

...this time, maybe it's bad,

He can take a wave of sick leave.

…

After Belmod lit the cigarette, he returned to his original place, kept a short distance from the fan brother, and then looked at Gin.

She had asked questions just now, but had not heard the following.

"You're not alone all the time." Gin turned to Belmod.

He is not very strict with this related household, and he believes that Belmod will not harm the interests of the organization: "If you don't know what to do, and you also have an invitation letter, let's go to the memorial service together and meet Pisk. "

"Of course..." Gin glanced at Pisk. "Once this person fails and is exposed, your mission will be changed to kill him."

Pisk has been in the organization for a long time, and he is also an old man who has seen strong winds and waves, and he does not take Jinjiu's cruel words to heart.

He gave a low laugh, with a little contempt for the young cadre in his smile: "You are overthinking it."

Gin snorted coldly. He has always been unpleasant to Pisk. In other words, he doesn't like many people in the organization, especially those who don't listen to him.

However, as long as the members of the organization do not make excessive mistakes, all the actions of Gin will only stop at "unpleasant to the eye".

After Jinjiu was deployed, seeing that everyone else had no problem, he turned around and walked out: "Let's go."

Halfway there, he suddenly heard Chianti shouting from behind him: "What are you still doing, go to the building and find a good spot! ... Hello, Coron?"

Gin turned back slightly suspiciously, just in time to see the diligent newcomer being urged by Chianti to take a step. He bumped into the stand as if he could not see clearly, and then covered his forehead and fell back, the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground, scalding a small hole in the expensive carpet of the clubhouse, and people fell down.

Jin Jiu was startled and stopped.

Belmod also noticed the anomaly.

She went back to the table, grabbed the teacup and splashed it at will~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and doused the cigarette butts on the stall, then looked at the newcomer who was quickly supported by Bourbon's hands, and raised her eyebrows: "Sick?"

"Is there something wrong with your cigarettes? You handed Kelun the cigarettes, but you have been holding them and not smoking." Chianti was also squatting beside him, and with a flash of inspiration, he found a blind spot.

She had a very bad impression of Belmod, and when she discovered the cigarette, she immediately felt that she had discovered the truth: "You even poisoned the colleague you just met, and the way you greeted him was as disgusting as before."

When Jin Jiu heard this, he frowned. It's a bit like Belmod's style.

And he really felt just now that the newcomer, who has always been taciturn, often looked in the direction of Belmode unconsciously. He thought this was another little lesson from Belmod to idiots.

Gin looked at his watch and looked at Belmod again: "It's almost time, don't look for trouble for me at this time."

"I just didn't get used to smoking standing up, so I didn't light it." Belmod was also very puzzled.

She looked at the half of the cigarette soaked in water on the ground, then looked at Ke Lun, who had the words "I got caught, I can't walk" written all over her body. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly smiled coldly:

"If it's really not his own cause, but the smoke problem... There may be one more person on our task list."

She took the cigarette from her mouth, found a plastic bag and sealed it, and walked towards Shiraishi, wanting to examine it carefully.

Anshitou subconsciously wanted to stop her, but she thought that Belmod was not the kind of person who would not admit to being poisoned, and she had deep medical knowledge, so she did nothing in the end.

Belmod stretched out his hand and lifted Shiraishi's chin. Seeing that he still had the strength to sit, he thought the situation was not serious.

Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyelids, the person's pupils were all foggy.