Chapter 300 Be simple, the way you speak is simple
"They have always been like this, aren't they?" Belmode let out two hearty laughs, exactly like Suzuki Sonoko, "Just treat it like a It’s just for entertainment, don’t think too much.”
“It’s useless to think about it, right?” Tang Ze shook his head and picked up the letter he knew would be delivered to him. in front of myself.
The special subject attributes displayed by Kumail's identity are destined to be the organization's sure to find an opportunity to stuff him into the game cabin. Karasawa thought clearly.
Tang Ze has some conjectures about this "cocoon" game cabin with a world view.
If the description of the Miyano sisters is true, then simply put, they accidentally obtained the broken tissue of the Holy Grail. They have been researching this special material for many years. In an experimental accident, the top management of the organization discovered that the tissue originally used to stabilize the spirit was The instrument, under the influence of the special alloy—that is, the brooch that Karasawa got, some of the subjects accidentally saw scenes from another world.
Tangze guessed that this unexpected discovery, which can be called a breakthrough result, must have caused a big shock to the organization.
Even if his parents quickly replaced the core and prevented the experiment from happening again, he did not think that an organization devoted to cognitive science would let this anomaly pass easily.
Following this line of reasoning, then in what direction will the organization's development of brain wave and other brain nerve instruments be tilted next?
"So which identity should I show up as, Akira Karasawa or Goro Akechi?" With some profound and strange concepts running through his mind, Karasawa turned over the envelope in front of him, but didn't see a clear signature, so asked.
"Of course it's Kara Zeaki." Bermod squinted and smiled, "This is a much-anticipated press conference, and it's also related to research. You can use his identity to catch some big fish..."
"Ah, that's what I had in mind..." He protracted his tone, opened the envelope, and took a look at the shining egg-shaped badge in the envelope.
The two people said this, and exchanged a calm look before Toru Amuro turned his back.
Coolguy is the child of Yusaku Kudo, and Yusaku Kudo helped participate in the development of the game. It is certain that he will get the invitation.
This game is not simple. No one knows whether Coolguy, whose body and mind are completely different, will be exposed.
If Kumail can join in as Karasawa, someone will be able to take care of him...
Looking at Kumail's expression, it seems that he knows this very well.
The two co-conspirators completed the silent exchange, and Toru Amuro, who had his back turned to them, didn't know if he heard Belmode's words and let out a contemptuous sneer.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with what we said?" Belmod, who was thinking about Conan's identity, heard this mocking laugh at this moment, his heart shrank subconsciously, and he couldn't help but glance at Kume Well, seeing that his expression was as usual, he asked back calmly.
Amuro Toru turned her head, her smile was still that approachable, but her words were completely different: "I just feel ridiculous and shameful for some people, I didn't mean anything against you. .”
Kumail took a sip of coffee and touched the side of his cheek with his tongue, as if he was using this action to adjust his facial muscles to prevent his true expression from being exposed.
He put down the coffee cup, obviously understanding Bourbon's provocation, and an friendly smile appeared on his face: "If you don't like my methods, you can try it yourself, Mr. Tou. The thing is right under your nose, but you haven't been able to find it... Are you laughing at my behavior, or are you laughing at your own incompetence? Are you going to fail on a child?" br>
"I will not be angered by such childish provocation, junior." He placed a glass of juice in front of Belmod unceremoniously, and Bourbon's eyes still stayed on Kumel's face. "Why are people who have lost the first game so proud? I'm just not in a hurry."
"Is it because I'm not in a hurry, or is there no point in being anxious?"
"I'm anxious. The hunter will return empty-handed..."
The two of them were talking and began to exchange sharp words again. Belmode, who was sitting on the side, looked around and picked up the juice in front of him.
In this case, it seems that it is not a question of whether you can interrupt or not.
The two of them didn't seem to care at all that she was sitting on the sidelines, not even trying to cover up the conflict.
Gin said that their relationship was bad and bad, but there were some checks and balances for some reason, so they were not killed or injured until today... It actually seemed like the truth.
Gin, are you such a good at observing people’s emotions?
Putting this kind of complaint that was suspected of belittling his colleagues to the back of his mind, Belmod took two sips of cold juice and continued to observe the two people who started arguing again, slowly tasting the deep meaning in their words.
Kumel, because of something, fell into the hands of Bourbon. Bourbon made full use of this advantage, completed an effective threat, and currently has the upper hand.
However, Kumail seemed to have some ability to counterattack, and he seemed to want to perish together if he pushed me too far.
Relying on this strange check and balance mechanism, can a stable superior-subordinate relationship be maintained...
It was so familiar, so similar that it made people find it ridiculous... She had really found a good friend for herself.
What brings you to this predicament, Kumail?
Belmode, who was thinking a lot in his mind, drank a whole glass of juice. The two guys with bright smiles and weird words finally ended their verbal fight and stopped talking for the time being.
“Are you leaving?” Glancing at the empty cup in Belmod’s hand, Bourbon said politely, “Welcome to visit next time, this guest.”
Boben Ben seemed to be displeased with her having so much time to watch the whole scene. Although her expression and tone were very standard for business, the implication was to get out quickly after finishing her drink.
"Thank you for making a special trip today. Also, would you like to thank you for the invitation?" Karasawa smiled warmly at Bellmode, who was looking at Suzuki Sonoko, "Let me see you off, Suzuki-san?"< br>
Belmod came here disguised as Sonoko, probably originally to facilitate the delivery of the invitation letter. After all, the quota in the organization's hands may have been obtained in the name of the Suzuki family.
The company that cooperates with Sindora's company is Mantiantian Company, and Mantiantian Company originally had capital injection from the Suzuki Consortium, and this project is the same.
"You're too polite Karasawa, it's just a quota..." Suzuki Sonoko couldn't refuse, and neither could Belmode. "Just send me to the intersection, the driver is waiting for me there. "
"Okay." Karasawa bent down gentlemanly, motioning for the lady to go first, and looked back at Toru Amuro, who was starting to clear the cups and plates on the table.
Very good. Although he had to spend a while with him asking riddles, the police officer's mood seemed to be quite stable. It seems that I have finally passed the desensitization period of the bloody background setting, and I am a little numb.
Toru Amuro put the cup into the sink and looked at Karasawa.
He is indeed a little numb.
How should I put it? Although talking nonsense and riddles can be regarded as one of his basic skills for so many years as an undercover agent, the experience of fighting with others with vigilance is still different from accompanying a naughty child in a stage play. of.
The reason why I talk about stage play is because the setting that Karasawa used is really dramatic and outrageous.
Even though he was thinking about it, Toru Amuro couldn't figure it out. If a person like Kumail really existed in the world, why did he insist on hiding the organization and killing the target after he had chopped it into pieces with only his last breath? The inevitable target hiding?
In addition to increasing unnecessary risks, does this have any benefits for Kumail?
Not to mention, the setting also emphasizes that because Kumail values his current friends, he has to pretend that he does not value his current friends. This is a strange and twisted youth pain literature...
Thinking about it, Amuro Toru took a breath, feeling a phantom pain in his teeth.
What is going on with Belmode? Why are you moved by this logically confusing story? Is it surprising that she is the type who likes to watch bloody ethics dramas? Is this why she chose to be an actress?
After exhaling this breath, he shook his head.
I hope Belmod will appear as little as possible in the future... Spare him.
This is a supplement from yesterday, so there are still two chapters
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