The first time the explosion occurred, Gin found a gap and jumped out, or the gap was prepared for Gin. Lin Dao and Wei Xinghu were not treated as such, and were pressed under very neatly.

After about ten minutes, under the gaze of the police who had been walking around the cup and returning, Wei Xinghu and Lin Dao crawled out in a slightly embarrassed manner.

"Can you always tell me what you are doing now?" Sato Mikako pinched her waist with her hands, bent down and stood in front of Wei Xinghu sitting on the ground, staring at him from a high point. It's no small matter to collapse a garage. What are these two guys and Mizumatsu's soul taunt?

Faced with the anger of Mikako Sato, Wei Xinghu could only make a pure and honest smile...

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A man with a dark-haired high school student looked so furiously that he was covered in dust. He ignored Gin's sharp eyes and could kill people.

Gin turned her head and looked at the fireworks in the sky in the thick smoke not far away.

Although Gin didn't ask, the high school man took out a piece of chocolate and threw it into his mouth, and explained vaguely: "Just wandering around just now, I accidentally exploded a fireworks warehouse, almost when you were using a machine gun."

"Hmph." Gin didn't seem to appreciate it.

The two of them walked back to the Porsche in Gin, and the high school boy, the Jeepsman, sat in the back seat, next to him was Belmode who had barely dealt with Mizumaki's return.

"Go to the department store." Gin sat in the passenger seat and ordered vodka.

"Okay, what can I do when I go to the department store?" Vodka was a little curious. The boss didn't know how to get dusty and didn't know what to do when I changed my clothes at the department store.

"Go and buy him shoes." Jeepson grinned, "Someone knocked off the heels in a fight. Are you wearing high heels?"

"Oh, it's really amazing." Belmode continued: "It seems that someone is always too lazy to buy shoes and doesn't like to ask his subordinates to do it for him. Now there is only one pair of shoes left at home."

After thinking about it, Belmode continued: "It seems that there are only two pairs of shoes, but they bought them for someone. I wonder if someone actually chooses shoes?"

Gin Jiuqiang pressed the veins that were rising from her forehead and glared at the mouthful vodka fiercely.

Vodka shrank his neck and quickly looked forward and focused on driving.

"Have you figured it out? Who is the mysterious person who is doing it?" After a while, Belmode asked seriously.

"It's the last time, for some reason, that policeman didn't see it." Ginji replied with a dark face.

"When it comes to police... I was stopped by a policeman, but that policeman admired my beauty very much." Belmode smiled charmingly, and the Gipson next to him had goosebumps.

Gin's gloomy face became darker.

"Brother," Vodka thought the atmosphere was relaxed now, so he opened his mouth and reminded: "Would you like to go to the dry cleaning shop? The clothes I sent to last time should be ready to pick up."

Gin's handsome face was completely blackened, and the two people in the back seat were laughing so hard that they were about to hug each other and laughed.

“Vodka!”

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Sato Mikako took Lin Dao and Wei Xinghu into the police car like they were arrested. In addition to venting anger, she gave the surrounding people an image of the crime of an explosion in the parking lot, so as to avoid chaos in public opinion.

Fortunately, the onlookers were all ordinary people, and journalists and others had already gathered at the memorial service. At least no one recognized the dirt-faced grand pianist Lin Dao.

"My gun is still buried in the ruins, remember to be careful." Wei Xinghu got into the car and thought without consciously: "There is also Lin Dao's knife, I didn't feel anything beforehand, and those souls even installed bombs."

"Hey, why don't you talk?" Wei Xinghu elbowed Lin Dao next to him.

"Did you smell a special smell when the explosion?" Lin Dao asked with a frown.

Wei Xinghu subconsciously sniffed, but of course he couldn't smell any smell now.

"What did I smell at that time..." Wei Xinghu tried hard to recall: "There is neither nitroglycerin nor any other. If you want to talk about the ordinary smell of gunpowder... just rushed to the opposite person for a while, no matter how big the smell was, it would not be surprising."

"I'm not talking about gunpowder." Lin Dao shook his head and said uncertainly: "I vaguely smelled a scent of chocolate."

"Class? You wouldn't want to say that the explosion was chocolate, right? It's just that the car that was swept into the explosion at that time had a lot of chocolate in it." Wei Xinghu didn't care much about Lin Dao's discovery.

"Maybe, my sister Aviya used to clamor for making chocolate by herself, but she almost burned the whole house, so I was very impressed by the taste of burning chocolate." Lin Dao muttered: "Those chocolates must be very close to the explosion point."

"Don't talk to yourself!" Mikako Sato said dissatisfiedly in the driving seat: "What's going on? Who are you fighting with?" She was very surprised that if it was a gang fight, why did Mizumatsu not only not report it but also guide the police away.

‘Has Yuejun… learned badly?’ Mikako Sato was a little worried about whether Mizumatsu had any collusion.

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Sugiyama Qie is a clerk at a leather shoe counter in a department store. Today she met a strange customer.

The guest was wearing a black dress, a black hat, and black leather shoes, and was a little limp when walking.

After the other party walked into the department store, he watched from side to side for a while and walked towards him.

This is a common phenomenon. Many men do this by walking around the mall alone.

"Hello sir, what shoes do you want to see?" Qihui greeted in a formulaic manner.

"Shoes, are there any one like this?" The other party was concise and pointed at the shoes under his feet.

Qihui briefly looked at the taciturn guest. It was obvious that the person had dirty clothes before. Although he had slapped them, he could see a vague dust in the stitches. Although the leather shoes under his feet were not dusty, the dull upper and the obvious oil-padded upper recently exposed the shoes that had also experienced the treatment of dirt. The heel of the right foot looked a bit strange, but the other party's position could be in front of the left foot and the right foot behind, so it was not clear.

"Is there any!" It seemed that he was aware of his embarrassment, and the other party's voice was filled with anger and a chill.

Qihui shivered, recognized the leather shoes he was wearing, and nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, what is your shoe size? I can give it to you." Generally, a qualified shopping guide will advise the other party not to wear only one shoe all the time. You can try the latest and most expensive styles, but facing this person who is not poor but has a chilling momentum, Qihui only dares to follow the other party's intentions completely.

A leather shoe suddenly flew towards her. Qihui hurriedly caught it and realized that it was the other person's shoes.

"Look at it yourself, I want ten pairs." The strange guest stood on the ground wearing only socks on his left foot, his voice even colder.

Qihui confirmed the shoe size, hurriedly ran to the back, and took out ten pairs of leather shoes corresponding to the shoe sizes of this style, "Thank you for your patronage, a total of 167,000 yen..."

The discount could be erased for 7,000 yuan, and before he could say it, Zhang Fukuzawa Yukichi handed over it. The other party had no intention of finding money. He changed a pair of shoes on the spot, threw away the old shoes, and left with the remaining nine pairs of shoes.

When Jeepsen saw Gin carrying nine pairs of shoes, she cried and said sadly: "This guy actually did this..."

"Oh, someone wants to lose ten chocolate bars...oh hehe..." Belmode smiled charmingly.

"Damn it, if the bombs were not enough when I arranged the bombs, I would have placed the chocolate bomb in, I really wanted to give you the chocolate bomb." Jeepsen reluctantly said while taking the chocolate bar from his arms.

"You bet me?" Gin, who had already gotten in the car, vaguely understood what happened.

"Hey, Jeepson bet you will buy one or two pairs of other styles of shoes. I will buy at least five pairs according to the original model. It is not surprising that ten pairs are." Belmode happily peeled the packaging of the chocolate bar, deliberately annoyed Jeepson. The two of them didn't worry that the person who insisted on buying shoes by themselves would not be able to buy shoes from the beginning.

Gin was too lazy to say more, and signaled to drive vodka.

Even sunglasses could not cover up the black eyes of vodka, without saying a word, drove back to the base silently.

When passing by the laundry on the way, Vodka glanced at Gin, but wanted to speak but stopped, but finally chose to remain silent.

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PS: Gin's character seems to be broken by me... When I was typing, I suddenly thought that because the character of Gin, the Gin Kurosawa in this book, is actually the protagonist of another book "The So-called Not Good to Be a Reporter". Since Gin Kurosawa's identity setting is destined to collapse Gin's character, I simply collapsed (smile).
Chapter completed!