The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

The venue for the dinner was decorated very well. After all, when it comes to face, the capitalists have always done a thorough job. The main colors were soft and light, and the guests coming and going were toasting and chatting happily.

A whole social scene.

The essence of this charity gala is still for the benefit of the upper class. Although it is named as charity, before the formal speeches, this is just a stage for capitalists.

Suzuki Sonoko did not follow her family to meet those boring guys. Instead, she took a look at the food cart set up by Mouri Ran on the side, and lingered there, with a small plate in her hand filled with beautifully shaped cakes.

"Ran, come on, try this." Suzuki Sonoko stuffed a strawberry cake into her mouth, and used a clip to put one on Ran Mouri's plate.

"Sonoko, you've pinched too many." Ran Mouri tugged at the sleeve of Suzuki Sonoko and looked around embarrassedly.

"It doesn't matter. These guys are only concerned with talking about money and building relationships with others. They won't care about this." Suzuki Sonoko pulled Mao Lilan towards the table. "It's a pity that Meihu hasn't arrived yet. He must have stayed in bed. Brother Midorikawa was forced by him to speak for him."

Hearing what Suzuki Sonoko said, Mao Lilan couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. She put the plate on the dining table covered with a white tablecloth and sat down at the table.

“I don’t know when Sirloin will be available.”

Mao Lilan had decided to come because she heard that Sharon Binyard would be there. She had met the world-famous star a few years ago. It had been such a long time since they last met, and she was very happy to have the opportunity to meet him this time.

"She should be giving a speech on the stage in the center of the venue. Don't worry, you will definitely be able to see her." Suzuki Sonoko had only heard of the big star. Although she had seen the movies she acted in, she had never met her.

So compared to Mao Lilan, she seemed a little uninterested at this moment.

"Come to think of it, your little brat didn't come with you this time."

Speaking of Conan, Mao Lilan recalled with some confusion the serious expression of the boy when he left home. She originally wanted to ask Edogawa what happened to Conan and why he had such a scary expression.

But the boy ran too fast and did not answer her question. In addition, Suzuki Sonoko was urging her, so Mao Lilan had no choice but to let the matter go for the time being.

Now that she thought about it, she couldn't help but worry.

"Conan is acting weird, I don't know what happened."

"That kid might have known that the girl he liked liked someone else." Suzuki Sonoko didn't think too much about it. She felt that a child couldn't have any worries. It was nothing more than homework, friends and playing.

"Don't worry about him." The short-haired girl looked at the group of people who were toasting and chatting not far away, and pointed at a familiar figure.

"Does that look like a bud or?"

Mao Lilan looked in the direction that Suzuki Sonoko pointed. She saw a man with silver-gray hair and wearing a light-colored suit, holding a glass of orange juice in his hand. In front of him stood two women with slightly blushing faces, who seemed to be talking.

That hair color is rare and very iconic.

Suzuki Sonoko, who knew Hoshimi Mei's temperament well, stood up, put down her fork, and walked over there with Mao Lilan, "Let's go rescue that guy!"

The two approached the three people who were talking. Suzuki Sonoko stood in front of the two girls, grabbed the wrist of the person behind her, and smiled slyly: "I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but we have to borrow this young gentleman first."

Mao Lilan raised her eyes and looked into the pair of light gray-blue eyes. She wanted to smile at the boy as usual, but she noticed a hint of surprise in the other's eyes.

Before she had time to think about it, she was dragged out of the crowd by Suzuki Sonoko, along with the silver-gray-haired man who hurriedly placed the orange juice on the table.

"Why didn't you send us a message when you arrived so that we could pick you up? This way we wouldn't be bothered." Suzuki Sonoko pulled the two of them out of the crowded place and released their hands.

Mao Lilan was still a little dazed as she looked at those light gray-blue eyes.

Perhaps because she was going to meet Sharon, she recalled many things that happened in the past.

The Broadway case, the Japanese man with long black hair and a serious expression in the rain, the silver-haired man about to fall from the building, and these familiar eyes.

The brown-haired man with a hideous scar on his face once resolved the conflict between her and the black-haired man with a smile, and gently put his coat on her shoulders.

After that, he had a big fight with the FBI, but it did not affect her at all as she was standing aside and was unaware of the situation.

Although she didn't know the man's identity, she somehow didn't think he was a bad person.

Unfortunately, the coat was forgotten in the corridor after she fainted, and no one knew where it ended up.

At this moment, Mao Lilan seemed to see those eyes again, but the similarity was only fleeting. No matter how carefully she looked, she could no longer find that familiarity.

In response to Suzuki Sonoko's words, the other party smiled. Before she could say anything, a person suddenly stood in front of Suzuki Sonoko and Mouri Ran.

Before the two girls could react, the silver-gray-haired boy pushed them back and distanced himself from the man opposite.

"Why are you here?"

The boy's face was calm, but his tone was not polite at all, and even had a noticeable sense of alienation.

When Mei Hoshimi pulled them back, the girl was already confused. Looking at the man standing opposite her and the boy blocking them, Suzuki Sonoko and Mouri Ran looked at each other.

I even find it a little hard to believe.

The silver-gray-haired man seemed not to have expected to encounter this situation. He lowered his eyes as if thinking for a moment, then raised them again and his gaze fell on the young man with a bad attitude.

"Hanging out with friends?"

When Xing Hai Ya heard this question, his expression became even colder for a moment. He looked at the other person's face, and the anger in his heart almost burst out.

Anyone in the organization who knew Ricardo would know that he hated seeing others use his face.

Previously, a member of the Nordic code name used his newly learned disguise skills as a joke to disguise himself as Rikard, but was found dead in a trash can in the corner of the alley the next day.

He was still wearing that ridiculous disguise when he died.

Because there were always traces of someone on that face, looking at it for any longer made Ricard feel nauseous.

He couldn't do it on his own face, but he had no such concerns on someone else's face.

[What’s going on? What’s going on?! Isn’t Ricard still sleeping in the safe house?! How come he is here?] 079 stared at the confrontation between the two people in a daze, not yet realizing what was happening.

Xing Haiya was too lazy to guess. He knew without thinking that Vermouth must have been involved in this matter, and even the person in front of him might be that woman.

[Use Ricard's email to send a message to Scotland, and shoot this guy.]

[I'll give him thirty minutes.]