Although I don’t have an extraordinary memory, the floppy disks in the Bankura Zhuo bag are all beige, and Mizumatsu still remembers them. The whole color in front of me turned black. What the hell is it?

"Damn... I was tricked..." Mizumatsu slapped her forehead helplessly, knowing what was going on.

The purpose of assassination was to force him to put down his bag and then replace the floppy disk inside with a stinging column! And he was very arrogant and changed it to black, just to tell him that the floppy disk had been taken away.

Although I don’t know how important the floppy disk is, this makes sense. Why can there be a park that can be blocked and drive away tourists, but only one person will perform the assassination.

Because the target was not to kill him at all, but the bag of floppy disks.

It can be guessed that even if you lose to the killer, other accidents will occur to make you survive. If you defeat the assassin without giving them the chance to steal floppy disks, reinforcements will definitely appear.

Other forces, such as the FBI, will not leave their lives even if they learn about the existence of the floppy disk, so it is self-evident that they have such a big deal to sacrifice a person just to not see the contents of the floppy disk. Mizumatsu knew that there was nothing to investigate, and it was in vain to suffer a lot of injuries.

I confirmed in the mirror that I had no problem dressing. Mizumatsu returned to the Metropolitan Police Department with a pack of floppy disks that had been replaced. After checking this thing, I took it as the relics of Ichikura Zhuo. I hope he has any heirs who can inherit the inheritance.

On the way back to the Metropolitan Police Department, Mizumatsu took out his cell phone and called Belmode.

"Hey—?" Belmode asked, dragging his voice, obviously knowing why Mizumaki called for the sake of the purpose of still wanting to play.

"Who did it?" Shui Jianyue's voice thought about the cold wind in December, and no one could be almost killed. People with good psychological qualities can continue to talk to others with a smile, but Shui Jianyue is not, at least there is no need to do that at present.

"It's a command from Chianti to get several peripheral personnel to do it." Belmode explained dissatisfiedly.

"Beebeebee--" Mizumatsu hung up the phone.

"It looks very tender, and I haven't realized yet. I'm playing with us for my life." After putting down the phone, Belmode lit a cigarette to himself, then watched the smoke rise, roll, and settle again, thinking about whether the boss can control it if such a person with ulterior motives, strange abilities, but not strong enough mentality.

"Conan, what are you doing?" Mizumatsu dialed Conan's phone number again.

"I'm...I'm playing football with the little ghosts...What's wrong?" Conan stammered, and he felt like a ghost when he heard it.

"Conan! What did you say just now?" Yuanta's voice.

"Absolutely talking about little devils, right?" Mitsuhiko's voice.

"Conan is too much. Isn't he a little devil?" Ayumi's voice.

"That's right, Conan is obviously the childish little devil!" Aviya's voice.

"Ha~ah." The yawning sound should be the voice of Ai Haibara, the last member of the Young Detective Group, but Mizumatsuki had just seen Ai Haibara.

"Okay, you, don't I know you enough?" Mizumatsu curled his lips: "Stop playing with the voice changer. I didn't say I wanted to stop you from searching Ichikura's house. I just wanted to tell you that if you are caught by Gin, don't give me it." After that, Mizumatsu hung up the phone, and now you can see the Metropolitan Police Building.

When I got closer, Mizumatsu suddenly felt something was wrong. Who was the man with a sword at the entrance of the police station?

When the Moon of Water was getting closer, the "big man" also saw the Moon of Water, and seemed to have a long roar, like the Moon of Water was pounced on him.

Mizumatsu wanted to hide, but he didn't dare to hide. In addition, the pain in his left abdomen has slowly spread to his entire waist and abdomen, so he didn't dare to do big moves.

"Yuejun, where have you been going?" Sato Mikako grabbed Mizumatsu's collar and asked, while the other hand was Mizumatsu's hand-swinging stick.

"It was you who said it yourself. If you dare to run away again, I will take the stick to the door of the Metropolitan Police Office to block you and beat you!" Seeing Mizumatsu's eyes swaying the stick, Mikako Sato said with her neck tilted.

"Hi, it's what I said myself. I'm sorry, I just suddenly wanted to go around the store." Unexpectedly, if I skipped the shift and took a walk, Mizumatsu would have such a big reaction. Mizumaki admitted his mistake very timidly.

"Shop? I've been shopping in the store for more than three hours, but I'm still going to the store with something related to the case?" Although I didn't say it, Mikako Sato's expression clearly expressed the meaning of asking Mizumatsu to lie and be more careful.

"Actually..." Mizumatsu wanted to find a reason, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

"What actually?" asked Mikako Sato, noticing another thing: "Why did you change your clothes? It's not new... Why is your face so pale? Have you been fooled?"

Mizumatsu's mouth twitched, wondering where Mikako's brain circuit had gone.

As for the clothes, the original clothes were stained with blood and of course they could not be worn anymore. Mizumatsu could not come back in the hospital gown, so he wore the clothes Naomura Ryu had placed in the hospital to change clothes. Fortunately, the two people's body shapes were not much different.

"Don't mention it, a car poured my mud and water on the way back from the store. I went home and changed my clothes before I came here, otherwise why would it take so long?" Mizuma Yue said with a sudden idea.

"Then what are you going to buy?" Mikako Sato narrowed her eyes and stared at Mizumatsu's face, still feeling that something was wrong with this pale face.

"Well... let me keep it confidential first. I've thrown it away at home when I changed my clothes." Mizumatsu said hesitantly.

Nonsense, if you have time to buy something along the way, Mizumatsu's mind was full of assassination and assassination, and he killed someone himself...

"Oh... I understand, you can do whatever you want, but don't do this during working hours next time, if Memu police department catches me, you will be scolded." Suddenly, Mikako Sato seemed to have misunderstood something, and she let go of Mizumatsu with a smile and patted the dust on Mizumatsu's shoulder.

"Hey? Ah, oh..." Mizumatsu was a little dizzy and couldn't understand what Sato Mikako meant.

"Come here again." Before Mizumatsu could react, Mikako Sato tiptoed again, holding Mizumatsu's arm with one arm, and leaning her head in his arms.

"Okay." In just three seconds, Mizumatsu was let go. Mikako Sato, who was smiling, walked into the police station first: "Go back quickly, don't be caught by the Meguro Police Department."

Looking at Sato Mikako's back blankly, Mizumatsu suddenly remembered. No wonder Sato Mikako misunderstood something. Next week is her birthday. She thought she had secretly bought gifts and made surprise!

Mizumaki slapped his head, but fortunately he was reminded once this time, otherwise if he really didn't remember it... he would definitely die very tragically.

Mikako Sato, who was walking in front, had not been as happy as before, but was full of solemnity.

The smell on Mizumatsu's clothes was not his... Sato Mikako narrowed her eyes and gave up on her own idea of ​​investigating.
Chapter completed!