Chapter 1195 Gin’s Nightmare 05

"Don't be so angry, Gin."

It is said that Wenwen Township is the Tomb of Heroes. No matter how heroic and ruthless a man he is, he will feel relieved in front of the gentle and gentle beauty.

But Gin decided not to follow the ordinary path. The last thing he wanted to see at the moment was Belmode's face that seemed to not care about anything.

"Go tell Rum, if he makes trouble in Tokyo again, I will take people to Italy and stab him in his lair!!" Gin emphasized to Bermod with a curse.

Belmode smiled, and she stretched out her weak, boneless jade hands and slowly passed them through Gin's silver hair, tickling her heart.

Gin was impatient and stretched out his hand to wave away Belmod's "big pig's hoof": "Don't touch me, don't you have a mouth?"

Belmode's calm expression immediately changed. She used her fingers as blades, and her long black nails left several scratches on Gin's face.

"I'm really sorry. I'm not familiar with Rum, so I can't send a message for you."

The frosty, cruel and murderous Gin does have a mature charm that the white-faced boy does not have. His simple personality and direct speech make Gin surpass countless bottles of real and fake wine and become Belmod's guest.

But, Belmode has read countless men, and the only truth he has learned is that there are no perfect men in this world.

Gin's incomprehensible charm really makes people have no desire to make a martini, they just want to chop it up, chop it up and stew it!

Normally, Gin wouldn't be this straight as long as they were alone. But unfortunately, Belmod was unlucky today.

Fortunately, no matter how angry Gin was, he would not kill Belmod just because a kitten scratched his face. He is now a little irrational because of Rum's anger and needs to slow down.

Belmode poured himself a glass of rye whiskey alone, filled with ice cubes, and the mellow aroma of the whiskey mixed with the refreshing taste of the ice cubes was in his mouth.

She held the glass and sat down opposite Gin.

"Don't you want that list?" Belmod asked slowly, "Although I don't know what Rum is planning on, but since Curacao has even been dispatched, that list must be very interesting."

Gin glanced at her indifferently and said nothing.

Belmode then said: "Or are you worried that your name is on that list?"

"Ka" Gin grabbed Belmod's chin unceremoniously: "I will clear out everyone on that list without even landing!"

"I want to see Curacao now!" Gin ordered irritably.

Belmod used gentle force to break away from Gin's rough hands that didn't know how to show mercy. At this time, her cheeks were already a little red from the calluses, but Belmode didn't care about this.

"It's not possible now." Belmod looked deeply, "Rum must be more anxious than us. He hasn't moved yet, which means no one has found any trace of Curacao."

Gin said impatiently: "Tokyo is so big, I don't believe how far he can run in one night! Even if he digs three feet into the ground, I still want to get that list!"

With that said, Gin took out his cell phone and prepared to make a call.

When Belmode saw this, he quickly asked: "Who do you want to notify?"

"Mezcal." Gin said without any hesitation, "His intelligence network is all over the place and can provide a lot of help. More importantly, he hates rum enough."

"No!" Belmode retorted unceremoniously.

Gin narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Why?"

"Have you forgotten, he has been suspended from all work by that person."

Gin frowned and was about to say something when he heard Belmode say: "I advise you not to provoke the Rum people, whether it's mezcal, bourbon or Curacao."

“Mezcal is not a rum person.”

Belmode smiled: "Speaking of which, I discovered some interesting things recently~ Aren't you curious why a newcomer who just joined the organization can directly land in Northern Europe and become the person in charge?"

"Say." Gin ordered coldly.

"I found out that before he became the head of Northern Europe, he participated in the rum test project as the test product 217." Belmode leaned down and whispered in Gin's ear, "I thought 217 was sequential at first. Number, but later I found out that he was the only experimental subject in this project."

Gin frowned: "There's nothing surprising about this. It's Rum's usual method. Even you seem to..."

"Don't talk about me, Gin, you know I'm different from anyone else." Belmod stared at his palms and showed a self-deprecating smile, "I had no choice, and you could have decided your own destiny."

"There are no experimental records in Mezcal's resume," Gin pointed out.

Belmode curled his lips and sneered: "Rum has sealed the original research institute a long time ago, and all records have been destroyed. And there is a point in time that you may be interested in."

Gin raised an eyebrow.

"Remember Scotland? He was executed by Rye and Experiment 217 participated in the experiment, only seven days apart."

Belmod's words made Gin's face immediately stiffen.

Could it be that mezcal has some connection to Scotland?

Thinking about Akai Shuichi, maybe this is not impossible.

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No matter how dark the night is and how suffocating the air is, the sun will always rise the next day, and light will always shine on the earth, dispelling the seemingly endless darkness.

Research shows that people's mood is more positive during the day. Many confusions that cannot be solved at night are automatically solved in the morning.

In the early morning, Tokyo was as lively as usual. Haihara Ai got up early and applied two slices of cucumber to the dark circles under his eyes.

Nobushige was preparing a lunch box for her for today's outing. Since he didn't have time to go to the supermarket last night, he could only pick out the existing ingredients from the refrigerator.

After putting the sandwich into the lunch box, Nobuhiro turned around and saw Xiao Ai holding a cucumber.

"...The hydrating effect of cucumber may not be as good as that of a wet towel." Nobuhiro reminded him kindly.

"It's dark circles under the eyes, dark circles under the eyes." Haiyuan Ai muttered, "I went to bed too late yesterday, and when I woke up this morning, both of my eyes were swollen."

Nobuhiro guessed that he slept late last night. Usually, Haihara Ai would accidentally stay up all night when doing experiments.

Sure enough, when the younger sister gets older, she can't help her older brother. Xiao Ai must have met someone she likes. As the saying goes, a woman should look good to those who please her.

Nobushige only has one request: the person Haihara Ai likes must not be Conan, it must not be Conan! I hope Xiao Ai won't be like her sister, who is good everywhere but has a bad eye for men.

Nobufan prepared everything needed for Xiao Ai, and then personally sent her to Dr. A Li's house.

The children had already gathered there, and they were all excited about the place they were about to go.