"This is the Fengzhong City incident, and this is the Mufang City incident that happened last week. In addition to the absence of witnesses, the distance between the two murders is more than ten kilometers away.

The only thing in common is that the murderer killed someone. I don’t know if there is any special reason. Both victims died after being pierced through the wallet in the pocket of his shirt with a knife and pierced through his heart."

Osaka, police station.

After listening to the report of the Criminal Section Chief Toyama, Hattori was silent for a moment and asked, "Has this been revealed to the media?"

"No, the part about the wallet has not been announced." Yuanshan replied.

"So, the second murder case is not a copycat." Hattori Heizo said.

"Yes, the murderer should be the same person." Yuanshan agreed.

"And it's a serial killing."

"If you take it lightly, it will definitely cause public opinion in society."

"Distant mountains, don't act rashly, he will definitely show his strength."

"I see."

...

In the dark night, there is only a little moon that is almost invisible, and I am happy to walk in the empty and deserted street.

He walked silently, silently, but the footsteps of high heels responded to appear, and they were approaching, as he breathed, as if he was stepping on the node of his heartbeat.

The murderous aura came from all around, hiding in the deep night, and suddenly there was a solid murderous intent, which fell on Chen Xing's body without any slightest, making him uncomfortable and disgusted. His hair was stressed and stood up. He subconsciously touched his waist, but grabbed the empty hand with one hand.

--Yes, he no longer carries a knife.

The sound of the bullet loading appeared at this time. The cold muzzle hit the back of his neck, but immediately slid down the arc of his back, as if he deliberately dripped through his butterfly bone, accurately found his waist, and pushed forward with a little force.

Chen Xing's body was not naturally tense. He was not unfamiliar with guns, so he knew very well that what was holding back the back was a large-caliber revolver. As long as the person behind him pulled the trigger, a hole would explode in his body in the next second.

The familiar smell of perfume drifted in front of him, and he called out "Sister".

"Yeah." Someone responded, stroked a hand on his back, and gently touched his shoulder blades, his voice lazy, "How do you recognize me?"

"Perfume." Chen Xing said.

In fact, there is still perception, because it was her that she would let her approach. But she didn't expect that she would point the gun at her, nor did she expect that she would exude murderous intent to herself.

"It's not perfume, it's the taste of absinthe." Belmode whispered.

Her hands were not soft, and there were also thin calluses left by holding the gun. At this time, she looked into Chen Xing's neckline, gently swept across his skin, and lingered on the well-proportioned clavicle.

"Have you been good recently?" she asked.

"Yes." Chen Xing felt a little hot.

Belmode said aggrievedly: "Have you forgotten me?"

"No." Chen Xing blurted out.

"Do you know where I've been during this period?" asked Belmode.

"...Feel sorry."

"You moved your mouth and quit the organization, but I want to clean up the mess for you. Do you know what I have paid for you?" Belmode said in a low voice.

"What?" Chen Xing said subconsciously.

Belmode smiled silently, "What do you think?"

Chen Xing pursed his lips, "I'm sorry."

"Why do you always apologize?" said Belmode. "The organization gave me a choice to punish me."

“What choice?”

"Either continue to be a canary who is raised, or kill you, and everything has not happened." Belmode leaned into his ear and exhaled like a lantern, "What do I want to choose?"

Chen Xing suddenly froze.

"Do you have the heart to see me be humiliated?" Belmode bit his lip and said, "I'm for you."

Chen Xing clenched his fists.

"Do you like me?" Belmode touched his back, his cheeks moving to his chin.

Chen Xing opened his mouth, his pupils shrank slightly, as if he was aphasia.

On the cold night, two warm bodies were pressed together, even though they were separated by several layers of fabric, they could feel the throbbing and trembling of each other's minds.

"Hmm?" Belmode made a urging nasal sound.

"I like it." Chen Xing heard what he said.

"Then give me your life, okay?" Belmode covered his lips and smiled, his tone was tired and lazy, like a cat in the afternoon.

From beginning to end, neither of them saw each other. One saw the back and the other saw nothingness. Only the physical feeling was so clear and the heartbeat was so hot.

Bang!

Chen Xing suddenly sat up from the bed, his eyes were open, and he was still a little confused.

The alarm clock on the bedside table showed that it was one o'clock at night, the curtains were not completely pulled up, and the hazy moonlight shone in from the gap, and there seemed to be a pool of clear water on the bed.

There are still neon lights outside the window, and the city exudes a quiet charm at night.

Chen Xing rubbed his eyebrows and exhale.

It turned out to be a dream, but fortunately it was a dream.

But why did I dream like this?

--A little bit charming, shameless and even rude, but in the end it is extremely sour.

Speaking of which, he hadn't seen Belmode for a long time, and she disappeared completely from her life just like the news about her.

Chen Xing sat quietly on the bed for a while, lifted the quilt down, pulled the curtains, then sat at the table and turned on the computer.

It was still the same as before, the email address that only she knew was still empty.

...

After I was not sleepy, Chen Xing planned to read the news and hypnotize him for a while, but found that the chat room of the "Iron Triangle" actually accumulated a lot of news, and the most recent one was just one second.

Two night owls? Chen Xing was curious to go in.

It turned out that Hattori Heiji invited Conan to play in Osaka. Conan didn't believe it and suspected that he had ulterior motives and asked him for help in a difficult case.

Hattori: I just miss you, and I sincerely invite you to visit Osaka.

Seeing this news, Chen Xing pondered for two seconds.

I am also a member of the Iron Triangle. I have more free time than Conan, so why not invite me?

Thinking of this, sleepiness came and he planned to go offline to go to bed.

Then, Conan's news came: Chen Xing?

Hattori: Why did Turtle appear in the middle of the night?

Chen Xing poked two fingers and typed them and replied: Why?

Kudo: Why did I smell a little jealous from these two words?

In the basement of Dr. Agasa's house, Ai Haibara yawned and supported his chin. He was bored to reply to Hattori Heiji's message, but when someone appeared, she felt that she had less sleepiness.

Hattori: If you have time, come together. I, the locals, take you to Osaka.

In the bedroom with the lights off, the computer light reflected on a black face. Hattori Heiji typed like a flying typing, but there was a hint of solemnity on his calm face.

The late-night invitation was not a whim. He woke up from his dream. After he couldn't sleep, he turned on the computer and found that "Kudo" was not sleeping. When he thought of the scene where the other party was stabbed to death by a gangster with a knife, he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

The message in the chat room flashed.
Chapter completed!