Ming Ke: I'm exposing the truth in the winery, true and false

"There is such a thing?" Binga was also a little surprised. Most of the information was provided by him. Who the hell knew that their friendship was so plastic.

In the past, he and Vodka often visited each other.

Although he likes single-family houses and Vodka likes old apartments, they would still visit each other secretly, it’s not like they have never been there before!

"There will always be surprises and accidents in a mission. I don't know which will come first, so don't worry too much."

Liqueur: ...Brother, are you speaking human language?

If I hadn’t been able to 1V3, I would have almost been killed!

On his way back, Binga did a blackmail mission and passed by Kudo's house and found it brightly lit.

"What are these detectives planning? I'm so annoyed. They just do something to stir up trouble every day."

"System, come out, when do you think this group of protagonists will be completely wiped out?"

[System 1: Host, please correct your dangerous thoughts and be a legal citizen. ]

[System 2: Haven't Judy and Ayumi been killed? Suzuki Sonoko has also become estranged from the protagonist group, and the protagonist's support is gradually decreasing. What's wrong with this? It can also tax Gin. ]

"You mean, I can go back? Gin can too? I'm not dead?" Binga quickly grasped the point, but as for being a legal citizen, he simply ignored it.

[System 1: After the host completes the mission, he will have the opportunity to be reborn and live in a world that has been corrected.]

[System 2: Host, it doesn't matter where you are. You have money, good looks, and a warm bed here. If you go back, you will be socially dead. There's no need to do that.]

Binga blocked out the two ghosts' preaching on his own. When he returned home and saw Gin carrying dishes to the kitchen with a cigarette in his mouth, he immediately went forward to help and pushed Gin to sit on the stool.

"Gin, let me share a secret with you. We may not be dead."

"Oh, wash your hands and eat." Gin pulled him off the table, pushed him aside, and reminded him, "Change your clothes too."

Binga immediately went back to the bathroom in the room, took a shower, changed into pajamas, went to the restaurant downstairs, sat opposite Gin and started chatting.

"It's possible that we are still alive. As long as the protagonists are dead, we can survive. Do you want to stay here or go back? It doesn't really matter to you."

"It had a huge impact on me. I had worked hard for most of my life, but now I have returned to where I was before liberation."

"What did your two systems say?" Gin ate his meal slowly. In fact, life here is quite good. It's the same everywhere. It doesn't matter.

"Well, but since you're here to warm my bed, I'll reluctantly accept it." Binga finished a bowl of soup and was very satisfied with his life outside of work. After all, not everyone can have Gin warm their bed.

"Although I feel like there's something missing from your brain, I can accept that. After all, I'm attracted to your face and figure."

Binga was shoveling the rice in the bowl, but it didn't affect his output. Perhaps it was a habit from the past, and when he relaxed and ate, he ate very quickly.

"What about the others?" Gin focused on the fact that Binga only liked his face and his body, but not him as a person.

"Anything else?" Binga didn't understand. He looked Gin up and down. He didn't like him talking. He wished he would just shut up forever. "Your words are too harsh. Shutting up will make me happy."

"That's not what you said. You're happy even when my breathing gets heavier."

Gin's main character is that every word he says after careful consideration is always a dead giveaway.

Binga's eyelids were twitching. He had to put things into context. He was breaking the rules by not talking about sex at the dinner table. He took several deep breaths to suppress the urge to slam the bowl on Gin's face.

"You can shut up."

Being interrupted like this, he forgot everything he wanted to say.

After dinner, I put the dishes into the dishwasher, went to feed Sable, then went back to my room, lay on the bed and started playing games.

When Gin came over, he turned sideways and ignored him, continuing to play the game. After a few minutes, he heard Gin whisper in his ear: "It's time to warm up. You should cooperate with me in exercise today."

"Hey..." When Gin came over, Binga threw the phone aside and pressed his foot on his rectus abdominis, "You should rest today."

"I know my limits and won't cause any harm to your body."

Gin assured that there are many ways to exercise, not just close combat. As long as you can exercise your body, you can also choose facial yoga, leg stretching, chest expansion exercises, and some soothing music...

If you don't exercise for a long time, your physical condition will get worse and worse.

Just like Binga, who had been sitting in an office for five years, could be easily beaten upside down by the high school girls.

Binga squinted his eyes, said nothing, and drew invisible works along the shape of Gin's collarbone with his fingers, waiting for the right person to take the bait.

Gin grabbed his restless paws and pressed them down on his head, saying in a low and magnetic voice, "Since you agree, you get to choose the venue."

"Hey, I didn't say I agreed to your invitation." Binga looked relaxed, but his mouth was harder than a bone.

"You agreed," Gin leaned close to his ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "*****!"

The sound is vast and the golden lotus emerges from the ground.

The weather was slightly cool before we finished a night of exercise.

Binga was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. It was more tiring than doing the mission.

He swore that he would only complete the mission and nothing else in the future.

In order to defeat Binga, Gin sat on the sofa for a long time before going to bed.

Maori Detective Agency.

After Conan went out, he went straight to Dr. Agasa's house and found Haibara Ai. The two went to school together. On the way, Conan started to have detective problems again and became suspicious.

"How on earth did you get out of there?"

When Kuroba Kaito heard this, he realized that this Conan was not the same person as the Conan he had met before. However, his years of experience told him that he had to muddle through for the time being.

So, he imitated Huibara Ai's tone and said, "Didn't I tell you? I escaped on the way to the transfer. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"No, the previous one was fake. I am the real Edogawa Conan."

Conan explained awkwardly. In fact, he still suspected the person in front of him, but his suspicion was decreasing. After all, Xiaolan had escaped from that place, and there was no reason for Haibara, who was familiar with the organization, not to escape.

Just so confident.

"So now you are the real one?" Haibara Ai continued to walk forward without any expression from beginning to end. "I heard that Xiaolan was a fake. Now the real Xiaolan is back, but the fake one hasn't been caught? Little detective."

"No, we were a step too late. The guy jumped into the sea and escaped. He was so abominable. He really messed up Xiaolan's life."

Conan complained a few words, but soon became suspicious and asked: "Do you think there is something wrong with Miss Kurokawa? She seems to be very familiar with the guy who pretended to be Xiaolan."