Conan: Open the Door, I’m a Policeman

"How do you feel?" As soon as Mizuma Yue came in, Belmod, who had been waiting for a long time, asked without end.

"Very upset." Mizumayue said dissatisfiedly, knowing what she was talking about.

"Oh, he chose the road by himself, don't say someone forced you." Belmod blinked and said with a smile.

"Hmph, putting three guns on my head really doesn't count as forcing me." Mizumayue pouted.

Belmod smiled even more happily: "Ahahaha...Help me see this." He handed a piece of paper to Mizumayuki.

Shui Jianyue finally put down the piece of paper after just glanced at it carefully: "Ready to start?"

"Well, we can start." Belmod said with satisfaction.

"How does it feel to be a doctor?" Mizuki asked curiously.

"It feels very good." Belmode seemed very happy to mention this: "Now the high school students are all young and energetic!"

"Is it because you like younger people?" Mizumayuki joked.

"That's right!" Belmod said happily: "Young people, pretending to be cool, those guys are super cute!"

Shui Jianyue turned around and left, not wanting to accompany this woman to get sick again.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Belmod didn't plan to just let Tsukihime go: "Aren't you going to give me some advice on my plan?"

"It's not like I don't know your plan. If there should be a suggestion, wouldn't it have been there long ago?" Shui Jianyue said with a calm look: "If there is only one suggestion, it is best not to be so happy now, After all, if the action is completely successful, it's me who wins."

"Are you so confident in yourself? You just failed the mission." Belmod's smile finally subsided, and he asked coldly.

"The mission failed, the plan was successful." Mizumayuki smiled.

Belmod's eyes froze: "You really..."

"Shh..." Mizuma Yue motioned for silence, and then motioned for the zipper beside her mouth.

"Humph!" Belmod snorted coldly.

"Speaking of which, are you sure the person who uses it will be fine?" Mizumayue suddenly remembered and asked.

"Don't worry, I don't want an accident more than you do." Belmod said coldly.

"Goodbye then, I'm going back to recuperate." Mizumayue waved her hand and turned to leave.

Belmod stopped him: "Wait, when will your intelligence team deal with it?" Belmod said was the intelligence team left by the previous generation Cobille.

"That group? Anyway, they already know me, right? It will be better if I put it on again." Mizumayue waved her hand and said.

Belmod also knew that this matter could not order him: "You'd better hurry up, the organization's tolerance for this chicken rib has a limit."

"Has the organization been supporting them for the past seventeen years?" Shui Jianyue was a little curious. After all, if the organization took the organization's funds for seventeen years and didn't give it to the organization, let's not talk about how the organization would tolerate them for seventeen years. This intelligence team is too thick-skinned.

"That's not true. The funding is all handled by themselves. The investment of the organization is to monitor them. After all, they cannot be allowed to sell the information of the organization to others."

"But the investment in restricting and monitoring them every year is also a headache for the organization. Although it is only a drop in the bucket, saving this investment is enough to do a lot of things." Belmod shook his head. Give this intelligence team a processing result.

"If the organization can't bear it, remember to tell me." Mizumayue pretended not to understand, waved her hand and went home to sleep.

To be precise, he can't go back to his home anymore, so Mizumayue can only go back to his dormitory.

In Room 47, Mizumayue dragged a lame leg in, and lay down on the sofa.

Mizuki began to wonder how much cleaning was in the organization to keep a room in a spotless state.

The fake flowers in the vase next to the TV were actually changed, but if you look closely, the fake flowers are the only place with a lot of dust in the whole room.

Mizuki's first reaction was not to complain that the cleaning was not working well, but that the fake flowers might not be right.

He has been to Gipson's room and Belmod's room, and he has not seen the fake flower. It turned out that these two people didn't like flowers, so they threw them away, but after thinking about it, there is another possibility that the fake flower itself is a Cats, such as bugs, monitors and the like.

In this case, it makes sense that the cleaning did not clean up the fake flowers, because they did not dare or were ordered not to touch this thing they had not seen before.

On the one hand, Mizumayue was thinking that the people in the organization could not use such obvious pediatric mental retardation methods. On the other hand, she was thinking that it would be embarrassing if she was tricked by others, and then slowly moved to the edge of the fake flower.

After carefully studying all the fake flowers and vases for n times, Mizumayuki reluctantly came to the conclusion that it was really just a cleaning pot.

Next time I see cleaning when I'm in the room, I'll remind you... Thinking so, Mizumayuki moved back to the sofa again.

Elevating her injured leg on the armrest of the sofa like a fractured patient, Minazuki still felt a little bit of a dream.

The time that Mizumayuki was a policeman was not too long, only seven years, but the experience can already be written into a book.

Suddenly you're not a policeman, or even turned into a criminal?

No...it's not like this~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Moon Moon closed her eyes and reminded herself. Now everything is just on the surface, just being an undercover agent in order to defeat the organization.

'I'm still a policeman...undercover policeman...undercover policeman...' Mizumayuki thought this over and over in her heart, knowing that she fell asleep on the sofa unconsciously.

Because there is no light, there is a feeling of indistinguishable day and night in the base, but after all, it is already the middle of the night. If it wasn't for the fact that Cobile's return had woken up the main members, the base would have fallen into a deep sleep.

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The biological clock of Mizumayue is quite regular. If it is normal, even if you sleep late, you can wake up at around six o'clock and judge whether you need to go to work or not.

Maybe it was because of the injury, or maybe it was because there was no need to think about going to work anymore, it was already eight o'clock when Mizumayuki woke up.

After realizing that she was lying on the sofa, Mizumayuki moved her body but didn't want to get up. She found the remote control from under the sofa and turned on the TV.

After opening it, it was the news channel, and to Mizumayuki's surprise, the photo of his old man was posted on the TV.

"The ID photo is really the ugliest photo..." While muttering, Mizumayuki watched the news about herself on TV.

"It's really rare. It's the first time in my life to be on TV. It's really beautiful. It's three minutes." After the news about herself ended, Mizuma Yue sighed.

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