It's like a night running, but it just appears here.

Dressed in loose sportswear, with a high ponytail under the baseball cap, and a cold face under the low brim, with white skin but no warmth, as if she had no chance to smile.

It was Curacao, who had exchanged secrets for a long time.

After hearing her words, Chen Xing spoke in an innocent tone, "How did I know it was you?"

"You know clearly!" Curacao looked coldly, and it was like this the last time.

"Why are you here?" Chen Xing said as he door.

"I guess you said this sentence just recently?" Curacao's hands were naturally hanging on his legs, and he was always able to defend or create attacks.

Chen Xing didn't hide it, "Did you see her?"

Curacao entered the house, "arrived before her."

The two knew who "she" was.

After Chen Xing changed his shoes, he didn't hear the movement behind him, so he looked back and found that Curacao was looking at the shoe cabinet with his head down.

After detecting his gaze, she stretched out the brim of her hat with her fingers, "Didn't she change her shoes?"

Chen Xing answered the question irrelevantly, "There are disposable slippers on the left, new."

Curacao didn't say anything, changed his shoes as he said, and sat on the sofa with him.

Chen Xing poured her water with a disposable paper cup, which demonstrated her caution as an organization.

Then Curacao just took a look and didn't even touch him, showing his professionalism beyond his ability.

This is the agent, this is the killer. Chen Xing shook his head and waited for her to explain her purpose.

"Your home is so simple," said Curacao.

Chen Xing nodded, "European style."

"Don't you feel like a prison?" Curacao said again.

Chen Xing shook his head, "It's very free."

Curacao looked at him for a while and decided to save the steps of greetings.

Sure enough, the routines between friends are really not suitable for people like them. They have already exchanged secret relationships, so they are spared from being alone and being polite.

"Have you left the organization? Why are she coming to you for doing?" Curacao asked.

Chen Xing replied: "We have met a few times."

Curacao grabbed the sofa. The lights were very bright and his fingertips turned white.

Chen Xing chuckled and said, "She is an organized mission, passing by here."

Curacao's expression then slowed down, "I'll take action in a few days."

"It's something to do with me, let me remind me?" Chen Xing said.

"No." Curacao said lightly: "You'd better not have delusions. If the target is you, I will never remind you."

"Okay." Chen Xing spread his hands, "I thought we were friends."

"Friend?" Curacao raised his eyebrows, "Are you crazy?"

Chen Xing choked and reached out to signal her to continue.

Curacao sat very straight and pointed his fingers on his legs, "I just had a bad feeling."

Chen Xing looked at her in surprise, "What's the matter?"

Curacao's eyes were not solemn. She was not a joker. At this moment, she was not a sneer at the sixth sense, but cared about it.

Chen Xing knew that she was not Amuro Toru, and she did not have the identity of Gyuri, but was a member of the organization completely.

He calmed down and said calmly: "If you want to kill someone, you can only pray for good luck by yourself."

Curacao glanced at him and smiled slightly, "I just don't want to be related to the past?"

Chen Xing nodded calmly.

Curacao lowered his head and smiled, drank all the water from the paper cup, and then got up.

When Chen Xing sent her to the door, she stopped her with disposable slippers in her hand.

"This time my premonition came suddenly, and I suddenly wanted to find someone to talk about it." Curacao's voice was very light, and there was rarely any uncertainty.

She glanced at Chen Xing at the last moment, and it seemed to overlap with a figure deep in her memory.

The corridor was not long and she quickly disappeared at the end.

Curacao is not as free and easy as Belmode, and can make people see that there is still warmth under the cold shell. Instead, she is like a machine, cold and without emotions, and will never make people feel the temperature.

And this kind of talent should be the most free and easy, but I don’t know when it started and is no longer the same as before.

...

"It's really miserable."

Kudo's stubbornness, Yuanzi said angrily: "Why do high school girls in their youth have to help the reasoning who are not at home clean the house? They can't clean their own home by themselves."

Ran Mori twisted a rag in the bucket, smiled and comforted him, "Okay, okay, occasionally it's not bad, garden."

After all, I cleaned the house for her boyfriend, although my best friend used it at this time.

Conan was moving books and felt embarrassed to let the young lady do this work, but when he thought that someone should be drinking coffee in the sun in the coffee shop at this moment, he was not sorry - that guy squeezed a lot of membership fees from Kudo Shinichi.

Sometimes he even thought that although Chen Xing had never studied business management or something, he had no bad business mind. If he was allowed to join the Suzuki Consortium in the future, he might be able to do something.

Why do you say that this guy has also worked as a salesperson in a bag company?

"I'm really sorry, I'll ask you to help." Subaru Otsuya came over, "because it's too big to ask me to clean the place alone."

"No, no." Yuanzi smiled. Fortunately, there was a handsome guy who could raise his eyes and relieve fatigue.

"By the way, that girl is called Shiratsu Masumu? She didn't come together today." Subaru Okayama asked.

"Originally, we had a date with Shiliang, but she seemed to be moving to another hotel and now she is very busy."

"So that's it." With her news, Hideichi Akai felt relieved.

"However, living in a hotel feels so desirable." Ran Mouri smiled.

"Is there any?" Yuanzi tilted her head.

Conan smiled, of course, for the daughter-in-law living in a luxury house, she lives every day no differently than in a hotel.

"Have you ever seen any suspicious people around Shiraki's side?" asked Subaru Okayama: "For example, keep a guard around you all the time and have the ability to suppress dangerous opponents in an instant, and is called Asaka. However, he should not have reported this name."

Yuanzi thought for a moment and said, "No asaka, but there is such a person!"

The heart that Okayama Subaru had just let go of it was hanging again, and a look of inquiry appeared on his expressionless face.

Ran Maori wondered, "Is there anyone like that?"

"Of course, it's you, Xiaolan." Yuanzi blinked at her, "You forgot, you suppressed the dangerous person who appeared in front of me in an instant. You are my exclusive personal bodyguard."

"You." Ran Maori smiled helplessly.

Conan curled his lips, your exclusive?

Subaru Okayama felt his heart swaying for a moment, speechless and didn't know what to say. He really shouldn't ask this question to someone with a lot of nerves.

"If you want to say that, then Chen Xun must also be included." Maori Ran joked, "When I first met, I was beaten down by him."

"Hey? Is there such a thing?" Yuanzi said in surprise: "I don't know, tell me quickly."

Conan 's mouth' and when he thought of the shameful night, he remembered his purse. It was from that time that Chen Xing made money from him. Although there were not many names, but the quantity was quite large.

This is the capitalist. He sighed.

However, the jokes that the three of them were heard in Okayama's ears made him care inexplicably.
Chapter completed!