It is an inconspicuous street with few street lights around. Perhaps the most conspicuous thing on this street is one of the bars called Polestar.

This bar is the same as Guangyou's Lavender. There are no so-called fun songs, only classical music played by saxophone and other instruments. It is gentle and elegant. The dark bar only has a spotlight in the center of the stage.

"Did you see that the customer who just returned successfully did that?" The slightly dull voice was covered by the music, making it extremely inconspicuous.

Vodka looked at the business card in his hand and sneered: "He doesn't know that today is the anniversary of his death."

"Brother, brother?" Vodka called twice, but Gin still didn't answer him, didn't even look back, and still looked in the direction of the stage.

"Brother, are you looking at the singer who is going to appear later? Her voice is always so intoxicating, don't you think so? She is also a beautiful woman. Brother turns out to like that type." Vodka didn't care either.

Gin didn't respond at all and continued to talk to himself.

"This is a bitter martini. The singer invited you two." The bartender placed the drinks in front of the two of them with a service smile on his face.

"Then we really should reward her?" Vodka picked up the glass and was about to drink it, but Gin put a lit cigarette into the wine.

Gin slowly turned his head and looked at the waiter. His bangs covered his face so that his expression could not be seen clearly, but thinking about it, he just looked like a dead man who owed someone millions.

"What do you want to do?"

Seeing the waiter's confused look, Gin's voice gradually rose a few degrees: "I'm asking you what your purpose is, don't you understand?"

As he spoke, he grabbed the waiter's head and pressed it on the table. With his other hand, he took out the ice pick from the ice bucket and stabbed the waiter on the head without any pause.

If you are stabbed, you will inevitably feel a chill in your heart, and it will also be accompanied by red, oh, green fountains. As for why it is green, because as we all know, blood is green or black.

Even vodka didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gin gourd, so he was a little shocked.

However, the scene of green liquid flying everywhere did not appear, and Gin was not surprised. He looked back at the person who was forced to take off his mask and said coldly: "Belmod."

"I'm just kidding." Under the mask is a beautiful woman with blond hair and makeup, "You look very scary."

Normal men might have forgiven this woman, but they didn't see that the moment Belmod appeared, there were many men in the bar staring at her, but fortunately the aura around Gin was so strong that they didn't dare to come up.

Just strike up a conversation.

But Gin was not an ordinary man. His eyes were fixed on Belmod like a lone wolf, and he didn't seem to be attracted by Belmod's poisonous charm at all.

When Vodka saw it was Belmod, he lowered his head angrily and looked at the bitter martini that he could no longer drink.

"I just saw someone coveting the beauty of another singer, so I am teasing you a little." As he said this, Belmode tied up his silver hair, which was close to his waist.

Vodka looked around and lowered his voice and said, "Is it really okay? Isn't it good for a star of your level to be seen with us here?"

"Don't worry, those guests don't dare to look in my direction, and most of them are still watching the singers in the stands." Belmode didn't care at all.

"Getting back to the subject, have you found the thing I wanted you to look for?" Gin took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, then returned to his dead face, as if someone owed him millions.

"Well, if we really want to tell you, the real owner hasn't been found yet." Belmode was still tying up her hair, her silky silver hair floating in the air, while a man next door was already staring at him and couldn't turn his eyes away.

But suddenly, the man felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He only saw the silver-haired man next to the woman staring at him like a bloodthirsty wolf, with some raised pupils that made him tremble all over, fighting for his own life.

, he turned his head instantly, but the cold sweat on his head was enough to show the unrest in his heart.

"Who are you, sir? Stop showing off." That's what Vodka said, but there was always this kind of awe in his words.

Gin took out a lighter and lit the cigarette he was holding in his mouth. A wisp of green smoke rose slowly. He said lightly: "It's useless. It's not like you don't know that this woman has always been tight-lipped."

"Secrets make women more feminine." Belmod raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile.

"I'm about to throw up."

"Stop talking about me, what about you? Have you found the cat that escaped before?" Belmod ignored Gin's aura and supported his shoulders.

"Not yet, but I will definitely find it. My nose has always been the most sensitive to the smell of traitors. When the time comes, I must let her taste the horror." Gin gritted his teeth, seeming to have foreseen the scene at that time.

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Belmod suddenly smiled: "What about that disobedient shark?"

"Hmph! I will let that shark suffer all kinds of torture and then be buried with that cat."

Looking at the bitter martini with cigarettes in it, Gin said fiercely, thinking of the Porsche 356a, he wanted to cut the person who had been causing trouble into pieces.

But that person was paddling around like a loach, which gave Gin a headache. Thinking of this, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

Guangyou, whose teeth were filled with hatred for Gin, was currently lying on the bed, looking like he was having a sweet dream, otherwise he had a rippling smile on his face and was still moving around.

"Snapped!"

Conan wordlessly removed Guangyu's hand from his face, turned his head and looked at Guangyu, who was still twisting in his sleep, and frowned and said, "What did this guy dream about?"

.....

"Ah sneeze!"

It seems that Dr. Ali has not recovered yet. His nose, which was just a little red before, has now become red from blowing his nose.

"The next stop is the Huisheng Products Corporation Station on No. 3 Street, Mihua Town..."

Guangyou saw Dr. Ali blowing his nose after a while, and asked with concern: "Doctor, are you sure you can still go skiing like this?"

Xiao Ai, who was sitting next to Guang You, laughed gloatingly: "He brought it on himself. I told him not to force it when he caught a cold. But Doctor, he had to practice skiing with a teaching video until midnight yesterday."

"I can't help it. You did well in the exam this time and I will take you skiing. As an adult, I naturally have to set an example!" Dr. Ali responded with a hint of helplessness.

Ayumi frowned: "Doctor, you must sleep well in the room when you get there."

“People say a cold is a minor illness, but you can’t ignore it!”

"You can't get carried away and run out!"
Chapter completed!