Detective Conan's Scarlet Miracle

Chapter 209 Parting 19c
Looking at Conan who ran back to the scene of the crime again, Fei Linai's originally good mood became dull again.

So why do you have so many fans complaining about your EQ?At this time, you should continue to comfort me, right?

Don't you know that girls say "nothing" means something, and say "nothing" means something?In the future, you won't need her to teach him how to pick up girls, will you?
Even you bastard... Bah, your opponent Kuroba Kaito-kun also knows how to please girls, okay?

Fei Rina rubbed her long hair tied together, and was just about to go back to Kudo's house, when the cell phone in her pocket rang suddenly.

She took out her mobile phone, and in the next second, something called "dislike" was all over her face.

"Bermod...you still dare to find me..."

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Haneda Airport is located in the outskirts of Beijing, the terrain is remote, and it looks a bit gloomy at night.

However, in the corner of Haneda Airport, there are two pretty and attractive figures hiding in the dark, and the occasional flashing lights can illuminate the beautiful faces of the two.

Belmode lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled a long mist. He carefully looked at the girl on the opposite side whose figure was illuminated by the light from time to time, and smiled.

"I never expected that you would face me with such an expression after not seeing you for a year or two." She looked at the girl and commented like an elder, "I've grown up a lot."

"Chrissie Binyard." Ferina snatched the cigarette from her hand, and said lightly, "Don't tell me, the matter that Rum plotted against me has nothing to do with you."

Belmode hadn't heard this name for a long time, and for a while ignored the stolen women's cigarettes, but slowly smiled.

"Why do you say that? Rum and I have a good relationship."

Fei Linai snorted coldly, took a deep breath on the cigarette, let the smoke circle in her lungs, and exhaled slowly along her vermilion lips.

"Chris, who can pretend to be someone from the previous generation of Scotland who won't be discovered by me, the whole organization, who else but you?"

The white mist slowly circled around the two of them and slowly dissipated into the night sky.

"Pfft..." Belmode sneered, and after a few laughs, the smile gradually became brighter. "Dear King Fizz, I just thought you were praising me. I admit that I helped make up that Scotland."

Ferina didn't speak, she exhaled slowly as if enjoying that women's cigarette carefully.The smoke surrounded her as if it was not in a hurry to dissipate.

After one cigarette was finished, Ferina threw the end of the cigarette on the ground, crushed it with her toes a few times, then stretched out her hand to Belmode, asking for a cigarette.

Belmode's expression was a little moved, and he took out a women's cigarette from his pocket and handed it to her.

"When did you fall in love with it?" Belmode pointed at the cigarette that Ferina took. "I remember, Gin doesn't seem to allow you to touch these?"

The girl took a few puffs in satisfaction, and the cigarette was shortened by a third before she said: "Your Majesty does not want an obedient puppet, you should have known this for a long time."

"To put it simply, you are disobedient again." Belmode put his waist on his waist, rubbed his long platinum-blond hair, and smiled, "You are so unique, no wonder even Rum likes you."

"People need some rebellion." Fei Linai frowned when she heard Rum's name. "Everyone knows that flexibility is a thing, but few people dare to defy some unwise decisions."

"Oh? It seems that you don't plan to pursue me for helping Ireland dress up as Scotland?" Belmode looked at her with interest, "This is not your character of revenge."

"It's Rum who must get revenge. But thanks to you, I finally let go of some things." Fei Linai put the cigarette in his mouth, looked at the lights that flashed by in the distance, and immediately stepped on the cigarette under his feet, with a look on his face. a little nervous.

Belmode chuckled again.

It seems that this guy is still afraid, right?
　Does anyone in the Environmental Art and Design Department of the Academy of Fine Arts know what to do?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)