Conan's Organization No. 3

Chapter [-] The Problem of Belmod

Jin Jiu looked at the back of Gulangong leaving, and his heart was slightly relieved, but his face was not very good-looking. After all, he was a senior of Gulangong, and his status was higher than that of Gulangong, but he was so ugly.

And in front of that woman.

Thinking of this, Jin Jiu suddenly felt Belmore's gaze towards him, and then Jin Jiu snorted coldly, got up and walked out of the room.

After the two left one after another, Belmore had to retract his mind, and couldn't help thinking of what Gin said earlier, Kudo Shinichi was poisoned by Gin with that kind of medicine.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help sighing slightly, but she couldn't help feeling slightly relieved, but luckily it wasn't Xiao Lan.After all, in Belmod's heart, although that Kudo Shinichi is important, he is far less than Xiaolan.

There is only one reason, and that is that Xiaolan is an angel.

However, the thought of Kudo Shinichi's death made Belmore feel a little more apologetic to Yukiko, his only friend.

Forget it, let's take a step by step.

...

underground garage.

A silver Chevrolet slowly pulled out of the underground parking lot.

However, it was stopped by a woman standing at the gate of the parking lot.

Seeing the woman at the entrance of the parking lot, Gulangong frowned slightly, it was definitely not a good thing to meet this woman.

However, Gulangon still parked the car on the side of the road in front of Belmod, opened the door and let Belmod sit in.

"Oh!"

After seeing Belmore sit in, Gulangon slowly stepped on the accelerator, drove onto the highway, and galloped away with a steady increase in speed towards the distance.

"So, what do you have to do with me?"

Gulangon glanced at Belmod in the rearview mirror as he put his hands on the steering wheel.

Belmore held a slender long cigarette in his right hand, lightly opened his red and lips, put the cigarette to his mouth, took a sip, and slowly exhaled a pungent white smoke from his red and lips, with A light fragrance, and a pungent pungent smell.

After Belmore had finished smoking, his whole body seemed to relax a lot. His long silver and supple hair was casually split behind his shoulders. His facial features were delicately arranged on his fair and smooth face. The fascination of words, the charm of people.

Although she was wearing a black trench coat, she could still see from her delicate pretty face, as well as her intoxicating charm and personality, that she had a concave and convex devil figure under her black trench coat.

This is Belmod, the "Witch of Ageless" in the organization, and the only woman who is somewhat afraid of the internal members.

If Shirley is an iceberg and snow lotus, then Belmod is a combination of poppies and roses, beautiful, charming, and dangerous.

Seemingly noticing the slightly twitching corners of Gulangong's mouth, Belmore smiled lightly and finally spoke,

"It's really cold."

Gulangong watched Belmod's performance coldly, and drove the car wholeheartedly, not caring.

He knew that if the woman didn't want to say it, no one could let her speak except Mr.

In this case, Gulangon simply did not speak.

Seeing the appearance of Gulangong, Belmore naturally knew what Gulangong was thinking, and he was more curious about Gulangong, but she was still pressed by her, and finally opened his mouth to express his purpose,

"I heard that you are in Japan, and Ting takes care of Shirley."

A glimmer of light flashed in Gulangong's eyes, he continued to look at the road ahead, and replied coldly,

"So what? Could it be that you Belmore came to me for this?"

Belmore laughed, leaning on the back seat with interest, looking at the profile of Gulangong who was driving, and said,

"As far as I know, you should hate Shirley."

Speaking of this, Belmod's eyes flashed with a trace of deep hatred and curiosity about Gulangon.

After all, Gulangon and Belmod are almost the same. One became an experimental body for Shirley and almost died on the experimental bench. Even this silver hair is proof that he will not live to be [-] years old. The medicines made by Li's parents created a sad and dark fate.

Having said that, Belmore stared at Gulangon's eyes, trying to find the trace of hatred in it.

However, to her disappointment, when talking about Shirley, Gulangong's performance was very dull. Although he was a little unhappy, he was not at the point of hatred.

Why is that?

She doesn't understand.

Gulangon, who was sitting in the driver's seat, glanced at Belmod in the rearview mirror, a trace of inexplicable sympathy flashed in the depths of his eyes, and then it was classified as cold and plain, and replied,

"I have already dedicated everything I have to the organization. Also, is the demon from hell qualified to hate others?"

When he said this, Gulangon didn't seem to be asking Belmod, but his own heart.

A strange color flashed in Belmod's pretty eyes, and at the same time, deep in his heart, he resonated with Gulangon's words.

Yes, they claim to be demons from hell, and demons are the darkest things in the world, so what's the point of hating other people?

However, Belmore quickly thought of the experiment decades ago. On the cold experimental bench, the woman's eyes were full of powerlessness and despair.

When she thought of this, her hatred for Shirley was like a weed, densely planted in her heart, and could not be expelled at all.

The two people in the car were silent for a while, and finally Belmod recovered. When he thought of the scene just now, he couldn't hide the killing intent in his heart when he saw Gulangon Belmod.

And how could Gulangong not feel Belmod's killing intent, but he just smiled lightly and said,