MTL - The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog leash-Chapter 117
Conan adjusted his glasses and quickly recovered from the shock in his heart. He ran over and grabbed the corner of Amuro's clothes, showing the innocent expression of a child: "That... The teacher said that it is wrong to do something to a girl, Amuro. Brother, let go of big sister first."
He doesn't know what the details are, but this scene looks really misleading, with the condescending look of the adult male, the disparate body shape, the easy control of one hand, and the woman trapped in a small space, unable to resist , whoever saw it thought it was a crime in progress.
Conan originally thought that the woman's unrequited love failed, and she was afraid of becoming a criminal reserve. Unexpectedly, when the camera turned, the intended victim directly pressed him against the wall, and the girl looked like she didn't know him.
strangeness…
The detective smelled the puzzle.
The black-haired woman opened her eyes, because her face was fixed, she could only turn her eyes as much as she could, barely seeing Conan's top of hair, "Yes, yes, let me go, I'm really not the person you're looking for ."
He felt so wronged.
When he got a new job, he felt something was wrong. But after thinking about it, Jinjiu was talking about staring at Bourbon anyway, and he didn't say how to stare. He secretly observed that he was staring, so he went to Mihuacho.
He knew about Amuro Toru's move. In fact, although the two of them had never met, it wasn't that they had no contact at all... Although it was only a few notes.
From time to time, Mr. A would avoid everyone's eyes and eyes to see cats, and later changed to seeing cats and dogs. After leaving a note for the first time, he would occasionally see an Anshi when he slipped in again. The notes left to him were as short as a few words, but there were also several sheets. Sometimes he would leave a reply, and sometimes he would not.
Just like writing letters to communicate in the last century, without the immediacy of modern online communication, it often takes ten days and a half months for a question to be answered. Every time I flip through the pages in the book, I feel bad.
But the next time I saw the familiar handwriting, I couldn't hold back the joy in my heart, and I wrote it down in response.
The main reason why he came to the cafe this time was not to see people. Although he does have this kind of thought, Mr. A is not the type who will be driven by pure feelings, and he has a serious business to come forward this time.
If he had known that he would be caught, he would definitely not have come.
The hair is a wig, and the face is also disguised. When you pull it, it will reveal the inside, so when he realized that he was found, he immediately put a layer on himself. He thought that the other party would soon realize that he had mistaken the wrong person This guy's hands are touching his face and he just doesn't give a good feeling.
As if 100% sure.
Mr. A himself can't tell the other party that you are pulling me, this is a real shame, what's the difference between that and yelling that he has a problem?
It's obviously not a good idea to continue pretending to be a normal girl, but there's no other way.
Anshitou was silent for a moment, then slowly let go of his hand, took a half step back, and said in a low voice, "I won't mistake you for you."
The woman was obviously stuck, and her erratic eyes showed her guilty conscience: "You have recognized the wrong person." She said dryly, "Can you let me go?"
Amuro Toru should not really want to stage a big emotional drama with him...
Conan's eyes wandered between the two, and it was certain that they knew each other.
But the woman vehemently denied this fact. Amuro's current appearance is completely different from the usual gentle and sunny handsome guy. Looking at the past, his eyes seemed to cut open what the other party saw. It was extremely penetrating, with a slightly downward lip line. , the tensed facial muscles prove that he is suppressing his feelings.
And the way the girls in the store looked at Toru Amuro...
This?
It feels like a very complicated relationship.
Conan wisely did not break this point. Although his emotional intelligence is average, he can still read the basic air. This is obviously a matter for the other two, and it is not something that others can easily interject.
The young man lowered his head, the shadows cast by his blond hair covered his eyes, and soon he raised his face again. The purple-gray eyes were a little dark in the evening light, and there was a small piece of calm sea inside, and a faint light appeared on Qing Jun's face. Laughing, "I see. You go."
He had all his emotions properly contained, but those who saw him were still aware of his grief.
Mr. A didn't dare to look directly at his face, so he could only hurriedly pass the other side with his head down. When he came to the first corner, he couldn't help but look back.
The man was facing this side, not as straight and upright as he remembered. He slightly hooked his back, as if he was overwhelmed. The setting sun drew a shallow outline around him, leaving a lonely silhouette.
Mr. A: …
It was the first time Conan had seen Amuro Toru like this. He hesitated and was about to comfort him, but before he could speak, the other party straightened his back again. The feeling of loneliness was swept away, and the melancholy temperament just now was not seen at all.
he?
"Brother Amuro..." Conan's mood was indescribable.
Amuro Toru was short and at the same height as him, and smiled slightly: "This is also a necessary strategy. Pressing blindly will only make the opponent more resistant, so you must use your own advantages appropriately."
That is to be pitiful.
Mr. A also knows that he is pretending, but there will still be some guilt, because this is a conspiracy.
Amuro smiled brightly: "Maybe Conan-kun will use it too."
Mao Lilan, who knows the truth, is not very easy to coax, but after all, he has lied to others for so long, and he should suffer a little.
Conan still didn't know what he was going to face in the future, he twitched the corners of his mouth, but still couldn't hold back his curiosity: "Brother Anshi likes that big sister very much, right? But she stayed in the store for a long time, brother Anshi has been concentrating on work, Did you not notice?"
There is no obstruction on the other party's face, if ordinary people are busy with work, they may not notice it.
But Toru Amuro is a detective, and he's a very powerful kind, so it's impossible not to notice with his keen observation ability.
"Well...because that look is indeed a bit unremarkable." Amuro Toru has always been deliberately observing the guests coming and going, but after all, there are too many people, and when they are really overwhelmed, they will find that the other party is thanks to that incomparably ordinary face.
Because it's so inexistent, once I notice it, it looks suspicious, and it's also a woman.
Toru Amuro guessed that the other party would deliberately make a contrast in some aspect in order to confuse him. Last time, Mr. A changed into a man with a strong body and a rough voice. After being recognized, he will not repeat the same mistakes, so women's clothing is still expected. among.
"Inconspicuous?" Conan condemned, "Although the eldest sister's appearance is indeed very ordinary, but the appearance of the person you like should not be described as inconspicuous, right? Brother Amuro really likes eldest sister. ?"
"Well... not all, adults' feelings are very complicated. That's why I envy children like you."
"Eh-"
"Speaking of which, why did Conan come out with me?" Amuro Toru sighed softly, "It's obviously a rare meeting, and it's cute to pretend that you don't know me. I thought I could chat a little longer."
Conan smiled awkwardly: "Because Amuro's behavior is abnormal... I'm sorry..."
A common problem with detectives is that they like to get to the bottom of things.
"Okay, forgive you, we'll meet again soon anyway." Amuro straightened up, a smile flashing in his eyes.
Although it is romantic to see each other like a word, seeing the handwriting on the note left by the other party.
It's like an encounter where the present meets the past, but if you can choose, of course, face-to-face communication is better. Romance can be fun, but not life.
"It's time to go back."
Opening the door of the cafe, Enomoto Azusa, who was busy inside, immediately looked over: "Mr. Amuro, you are back!"
"Well, please, Miss Xiao Zi."
Amuro stepped forward to take over the work, but she refused, "It doesn't matter, it's fine, I'll just come. Compared to this, Mr. Amuro took a quick look at the shelf over there. It was when he was cleaning the table just now, pressing it under a customer's cup. Here's a letter to you!"
"Huh? A letter to me?" He took the envelope off the shelf, which is rare.
After all, most of the guests who come here are purely appreciative of handsome guys, and there are few who really intend to make a move. It's no wonder that Enomoto Azusa would be more excited.
Amuro originally planned to put it away first and bring it back to talk about it, but changed his mind when he saw the writing on the envelope.
He opened the letter and wrote a few lines of encrypted sentences in familiar handwriting. After a simple combination, it turned into a reminder.
Bourbon's recent performance has been too conspicuous.
Mr. A doesn't know if it's his own influence. The current Toru Amuro is much higher than the level in the original book. Although it has not yet reached the level of gin wine, it is also a proper central figure.
He doesn't think it's his fault, so it can only be due to Amuro's own credit. The tasks that the other party takes over rarely fail, and they often bring unplanned gains to the organization. His intelligence network is even more unfathomable.
Looking at Bourbon's colleague from the perspective of Mr. A, I can only praise the king of volume. Except for the active working wife, he couldn't find any doubtful flaws. If the system hadn't repeatedly determined that this was the normal world line, he would have suspected that this Bourbon was really Black.
Rum's paranoia had unexpected trust in him.
Such a powerful person naturally deserves the attention of the above. Recently, there have been several turmoils within the organization. Rum's forces have taken the opportunity to develop rapidly, and Bourbon has contributed a lot.
So Rum sends Bourbon a mission to find Shirley, letting him stay out of the limelight for a while.
The Boss asked Mr. A to come to monitor, presumably because of the fact that Mr. A's identity is easier to obtain information, catch the handle or find the opportunity to rebel.
Of course, he was not the only one sent. Just in case the other party was found out when he was in contact with his subordinates, he thought it was best to remind him.
For this reason, he can't see Xiaokui and Hello during this period of time... Not necessarily.
Jun A stared at the wig in his hand, lost in thought.
