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Chapter 311 Don't make up your mind

Toru Amuro is very mobile and has quick hands. As he spoke, he pressed the dial button.

Just after raising the phone to his ear, he suddenly thought of something and his words stopped for a moment.

...But it's too late.

Amuro looked to the side with empty eyes and saw that something was not right about Matsuda's eyes.

Only then did he remember Matsuda's inexplicable affection for Belmod, and suddenly he wondered whether Matsuda had given so many reasons and specially prepared such crude props. Maybe the purpose was actually very simple, just to let him

Belmod came here...

Toru Amuro was about to pretend that he couldn't get through and hung up the phone.

However, the other side has already picked up.

Before he pressed the call button, Matsuda suddenly came to the sound hole: "Bourbon wants to ask you to help him disguise himself. We are all in his detective agency now."

"..." It's too late to hang up now.

It seemed too deliberate to force Belmod to come over.

He could only hear Belmod across from him being startled, and then he readily agreed: "Okay, it just so happens that the clinic is closed today, and I am also very free."

"……"well.

After hanging up the phone, Toru Amuro felt that it was not okay to continue like this.

He played with his cell phone and spoke carefully, as if chatting:

"Belmod is not an ordinary member. She has a special relationship with the boss, so even if she makes a mistake and kills one or two members of the organization, there will be no punishment. In fact, she doesn't often work in teams.

But among the male members who went out with her alone, the mortality rate was surprisingly high."

Bai Shi nodded calmly: "I know, I know it well."

Toru Amuro looked at him suspiciously.

Recalling the last time Matsuda took a puff of the cigarette that Belmod handed him and was immediately sent back to the factory, he felt that after this experience, Matsuda might actually know something. The reason why he asked Belmod to come over just now was really just for work.

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Twenty minutes later, Belmode took off the high school girl's disguise, wore a school uniform skirt, and sat on the sofa in the detective office, holding a pocky biscuit in his mouth that could barely be regarded as a prop for the disguise.

Realizing that the newcomer was looking at her, Belmode smiled, held the chocolate bar up and down with her thin white teeth, and winked seductively: "Would you like to eat it?"

Even though I am old, I still play this kind of game.

But it’s so beautiful.

Shiraishi doesn't think chocolate bars are poisonous.

Just as he was about to stand up reservedly, Toru Amuro suddenly put down his legs and pressed down the metal pendant hanging from Shiraishi's pants.

Shiraishi's movement was blocked, and when he raised his head again, Bermod on the other side had already pointed the end of the chocolate bar with his fingertips, put the whole chocolate bar into his mouth, and finished eating.

She licked her fingers, looked at Shiraishi, and then at Toru Amuro, with a gentle smile on her face: "Well, it's not poisoned."

"..." Shiraishi's eyes turned resentful. Damn it, next time Belmode is around, you must stay away from Amuro Toru.

But don’t be too sorry. When you save more money, you can start eating as many boxes as you want.

Belmod suddenly felt a chill in his back.

She picked up the remote control of the air conditioner on the table, and turned the free wind to still, so that the wind direction could not reach her. Then she took out a wet wipe and wiped her hands and the remote control, and asked the two of them: "Do you want to disguise yourself as a child?"

who?"

"Whatever, it doesn't matter what you look like now." Toru Amuro just wanted to end it quickly.

Belmod thought for a moment, took it, made a new face for Amuro Toru, fixed the hairstyle, and then took out a hat and put it on his head.

This face is not too familiar to Shiraishi.

But looking at the two unruly bangs hanging down from the forehead, and the very iconic knitted hat...

I'm afraid this is not Akai Shuichi's face.

As expected of Belmod, the way he handles things is so refreshing and unique.

Toru Amuro took a look in the mirror. After seeing his current appearance, his face turned dark and the air pressure around him became low.

But after a moment, Toru Amuro suddenly smiled coldly and touched his chin thoughtfully: "It would be good to give him more hatred. It would be best to make it difficult for him to move around in this country."

As long as he doesn't look in the mirror, his face won't affect his mood.

The only disadvantage is that Akai Shuichi's appearance may attract the attention of the FBI.

However, judging from the fact that Shuichi Akai never showed up when he assassinated Miyano Akemi last time, this group of FBI may have fled back to the country in despair.

"No. They chased me here again like mice that smelled the scent." Belmode saw Toru Amuro's thoughts.

Seeing the change in the other person's eyes, she smiled again: "Don't worry, I paid attention on the way here and no one was following me. Those people are still squatting at the door of my new clinic."

After speaking, she suggested without taking it too seriously: "Even if we meet him, wouldn't it be more interesting? I look forward to you bringing his head back, Bourbon."

With that said, she jumped up and blew a kiss to Toru Amuro.

Shiraishi glanced twice and interrupted the exchange between them: "I think I also need to disguise myself. If Bourbon's face is noticed by the FBI, I will also be targeted if I use my original face."

"Of course, I brought you along for the ride." Belmod walked to Shiraishi and thought about who should be painted for him.

After thinking about it, she took out a piece of disguise material, took off the mask on Bai Shi's face, and smeared it on his face.

Just as he was about to get the paint, the piece of material slipped from Shiraishi's face and landed on his lap.

"?" Belmod thought it wasn't stuck firmly, so he picked it up and glued it again, this time with a little more force.

But as soon as I let go, the material floated away again.

Belmod caught it easily and stayed there for a rare tenth of a second. Then she suddenly remembered Matsuda's strange glass-like pupils before, and then thought about the researcher codenamed Mello, who seemed to be conducting some strange experiment.



The experimental report obtained by the previous trustee was too long, full of professional terms, and could not be taken out of the building. She did not read it carefully. After confirming that Matsuda's anomalies were under the control of the organization, she ignored it.

thing.

...Now it seems that it is still necessary to be patient, temporarily stop hating similar experiments, and take a closer look at what is wrong.

This physique is also amazing.

Tried several other materials, all without success.

Belmode stretched out his hand and pinched Shiraishi's face, and it felt that it was indeed very slightly different from ordinary people's skin.

She didn't dare to use too much force. If she accidentally tore it, she would have to send it to someone for repair.

During this time, she checked more of Colon's mission records and found that except for Chianti who said that he was difficult to communicate with, in the eyes of others, Colon was very dedicated and had all the skills, and he was the qualified person she needed.

Tool man.

If something always malfunctions in his hands, even if Column still doesn't mind contacting him, Mello might restrict the friends of the experimental subjects. Those mad scientists always value their works very much.


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