Conan's Helping People

Is this really the leader?

When we met before, the other party was rosy and healthy, so we couldn't even take a breath even when we went to the 80th floor... It seemed even worse if we didn't take a breath.

In short, I was obviously looking like I was a little more comfortable and strong before, and I could be the leader for more than ten years, and then deal with two protagonists and be in prison for two rounds. Why is it like I can feel relieved and beat ggs at any time now!

Hinata stopped reasonably and repeatedly confirmed with her eyes.

I heard that some high-level leaders like to play the stand-in. Basically, everyone has several stand-in to deal with the Dark Shark, confusing the enemy in real or fake ways.

Is this true? Hinata Riki doesn't know, because he will never look back or observe his face carefully after killing the enemy. Anyway, just kill all the human-shaped objects you can see. There is no difference between a substitute or a main master.

But now, he is willing to believe in that second.

The leader in front of him is definitely not the real leader, but a weak and sickly substitute who is almost dead!

...But the taste is really the leader.

How could this be?

Belmode held his shoulder and gently pushed him forward, "What's wrong? I've separated for a while, don't you remember the smell?"

She smiled and nodded to the gentleman, and said naturally: "Sir, Father."

My father?

Hinata turned his head, glanced at Belmode's side face, and saw her lowered eyelashes.

The hand on his shoulder pressed a little harder, and he sniffed the smell again, and reluctantly pointed at the smell in front of him. It was really the old man of the gentleman who said, "Father."

#My father must not be so short-lived. If he acts short-lived, he must be telling me to kill him soon#

The gentleman smiled and shook his head, stretching out his hand that did not hold the handkerchief.

Hinata Yorito also reached out to let the other party hold it, then looked down at the handkerchief in the other party's other hand. It was indeed red and white, but the red one was just dyed.

Repeat again: How could this be!

Haven't you seen each other for a while? What did that gentleman do secretly?

Hinata paused reasonably and thought twice about it first. Is this matter important? Is it necessary to ask? Do you really need to ask?

Then he reflected on himself again: He is not Samoyed, he has no need to endure, nor has he endured this nature, so he asks if he wants to!

So he said quietly, "What have you done?"

The accusation tone was too obvious. The gentleman just grabbed his hand and had no time to comfort him, he was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and patted his hand, and said in a soothing tone: "I am old and can't take such a standard passenger plane, I can only take a helicopter."

"I feel wronged."

It seems not on the same brain circuit.

Hinata Riori did not look away, but was still staring at the gentleman's half-clenched handkerchief and continued to ask quietly: "Have you been attacked?"

Instead of deliberately covering up his gaze, he showed it more obvious. The gentleman sat in a wheelchair and looked up to capture his gaze. After failing to meet him, he lowered his head in his eyes and glanced at his other hand.

The other party suddenly realized, smiled and shook his hand, and handed the handkerchief to the man in black behind him.

Hinata's reasonable sight moved with the handkerchief.

The man in black who took the handkerchief paused for a moment, pressing against his faint gaze, could only continue the action of "putting the handkerchief into his arms" with a sudden increase in pressure.

The gentleman shook his head helplessly and patted Hinata's hand again, "I'm fine, it's just an old problem."

"Old Problems"

It feels even more dangerous.

Belmode stepped forward and gave the man in black a look. The man in black immediately stepped back. She took the wheelchair and smiled and said, "Okay, let's talk about it in the car. The airport is too big."

Fortunately, I was not on the same path with the Kudo family's little ghost. Belmode was still a little afraid of Kudo Yuzuo and didn't want to see the other party joining forces with FBI for the time being.

She turned the wheelchair and kept it on a perfect forward frequency that felt comfortable.

The gentleman was still holding Hinata Yori's hand, Hinata Yori had to follow the wheelchair.

While walking, he confirmed, "Isn't it really attacked?"

Is it really an old problem? If it is attacked, he can turn around and eliminate the unpleasant guys, but there is no way to get old problems. He is not a doctor.

"There was no attack, and the news was not leaked." The gentleman said, and then asked, "How are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable after riding for so long?"

"Speak up if you feel uncomfortable and don't be too arrogant."

"I feel uncomfortable," Hinata replied sincerely, "but I didn't find that the moment you felt weak."

This sentence is the truth even if you use the most professional lie detector to test it, because it is really the truth, not a hypocritical daily perfunctory tactic.

That gentleman: "…"

The gentleman pondered for a moment, patted Hinata's hand again, letting him go, and then calmly asked Belmode, "Nothing happened on the road, right?"

"No, everything goes well." Belmode captured in his vision and found the man in black who had just disappeared. The other party was now standing respectfully beside a car, and the rear door of the car had been opened in advance.

She pushed the wheelchair and walked over there, while adding slowly, "However, I encountered a murder case in the middle of the way."

"Murder?" The gentleman repeated the keywords and asked slowly, "What is the relationship between the murderer and the victim."

This question is a bit strange, and the first reaction is to ask the murderer what the relationship is with the victim.

Hinata looked down at the gentleman's expression. The other party narrowed his eyes slightly, pulled his eyelids down, covering all the expression in his eyes, and the loose facial skin also made the expression inaccurate.

"It doesn't matter." Belmode replied lightly, stopping in front of the target vehicle. She leaned in and looked inside, and found that there was a soft blanket and medical equipment such as oxygen hoods were placed inside, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

As she stood up and was about to speak, Hinata Heri looked at the gentleman again.

The point this time was not that the other party was as pale as if a dead person, nor that the chest was almost uneven, but that the other party was somewhat unable to support his hands and legs.

It seemed that the other party had no strength to stand up and get into the car.

Hinata looked up and looked at Belmode. The brunette captured the meaning of his expression and took a few steps back subtly, staying at a safe but at a distance that could be stopped at any time.

When the gentleman reached out to support the handle, he also stretched out his hand, one hand around the other's arm and the other hand around the other's knee.

When the gentleman looked over in surprise, Hinata tried hard and hugged the other party.

If you can't determine how weak the other person is now when you see it, then you can think about it yourself and you can deeply realize it.

The gentleman was very consistent with the characteristics of the elderly. His body was very light and he subconsciously held his wrist and clenched it tightly. Hinata Riri didn't feel any resistance.

Moreover, the other party's smell is very consistent with the elderly. It is a smell that is generally towards the hospital's death smell. It is a kind of smell mixed with drugs and blood. The clothes should be specially made. And after being drunk, a faint fragrance will be mixed with the hospital's taste, which will give you an inexplicable subtle smell of wine.

It's definitely a kind of wine.

He carried the elderly man in his arms into the car without changing his face, placed it in the seat near the inside, picked up the oxygen hood on the seat, and reached out to help the other party clean up the hair on the side of his face, while installing the oxygen hood on the other party's mouth and nose.

"Have you pressed it down somewhere?" He reached out to the back of the other person's head, put on an oxygen hood, and asked calmly.

The gentleman shook his head with a smile. When he spoke, an airflow was sprayed on the oxygen hood, "No."

Hinata Riki got into the car very naturally and sat in the back seat. He looked at Belmode, who was putting his wheelchair out of the door and raised his eyebrows.

Belmode also raised his eyebrows, speeded up his movement of folding the wheelchair, and then walked around the back of the car and put the wheelchair in the trunk.

Finally, before returning to the car, he took the passenger seat as he was good as a serene person.

The gentleman shook his head helplessly again and first ordered the driver: "Go home."

He raised his hand again and gently patted Hinata Riki's shoulder, "Take you home and have a look."

go home?

It is normal to say such words from normal elderly people, but it is not normal to say them from the leader of a black tissue.

Hinata Yoriyoshi did not hide his doubts and directly repeated, "Go home?"

"Yes, go home," the gentleman smiled faintly, and air sprayed on the oxygen hood again. "A normal family always needs a 'home', I will take you back to our home now."

The other party paused and said, "You have worked hard on a plane, and I will hang the property at home in your name."

Ah, so it is called home, it is actually just a temporary residence in New York.

Hinata nodded indifferently and agreed directly, "Okay."

Many people have a possessive desire for things like homes and houses, but unfortunately, Hinata Riki has no possessive desire for these things, and he only has a possessive desire for the territory he believes in.

The so-called home was not his territory. He didn't care much, so he only focused on one point in front of him, "Is your health okay?"

Why do I feel like after wearing an oxygen mask, the life is not long, and the feeling of gging will become more obvious at any time!

"It's just some old problems that have accumulated over the years. Don't take them seriously when you are young, and you will suffer when you are old." The gentleman shook his head and said again, "Don't worry, I won't have any trouble in the short term."

He chuckled, "I won't leave at least for one or two years."

Within one or two years...

This flag that obviously cannot live in time once you say it, is still an ultra-short-term flag that has only been one or two years. Hinata said seriously: "No, no, I don't allow you to say that."

"..." The gentleman was stunned for a moment, shook his head helplessly again, and said in a gentle tone of coaxing the child, "Everyone has his own destiny. Even if he escapes temporarily, he will definitely be captured by fate. I have lived long enough."

"There are unexpected situations in the world. One or two years are just a long time to estimate. The current situation is not stable. Maybe after a while, I will die in assassination."

You can't say such despairing words!

You only have yourself in your heart, no organization at all, no protagonist, and no pitiful next leader!

Hinata Riki firmly said: "Impossible, I will not allow others to hurt you."

Even if that ‘other’ is yourself, it’s not possible!

The gentleman smiled slightly, reached out and touched his black hair, "Good boy."

A qualified leader has the most basic skills that are different from each other.

While praising him as a "good boy", the other party only touched his black hair twice, then followed the trend and quickly checked whether he was carrying a gun or a sharp blade. After finding that there was no, he calmly let go of his hand and pretended that he was just comforting the child in a normal manner.

Hinata's remarkable expression did not change much, and he also pretended that he had not noticed the other party's true intention just now.

The gentleman looked at Belmode in the front seat, "Have you settled your business?"

Belmode retracted his gaze toward the rearview mirror and turned his head back. She turned her eyes and said, "Are those guys? I've checked it, but fortunately the airline will have the function of checking pets."

She estimated the time, "I checked it in batches, and left them with different addresses, so that they could get off the passenger plane and rushed over immediately."

Pets?They?

Hinata only captured the keywords. He glanced at Belmode, not wanting to know the other party’s bad interests and hobbies, so he focused on the obviously more important gentleman.

The gentleman nodded slightly and continued to talk to him, "Do you want a pet?"

"In a typical American family, it seems that they have both parents, brother-in-law and a lively and cute dog will play football games with the same lively boy."

...

This sentence seems to be full of flaws, whether it is the first half, the middle half, or the end half.

And why is it an American family?

Hinata refused without hesitation: "No."

He had no interest in Belmode's personal interests and did not want to see it with his own eyes.

"Don't you?" Belmode repeated meaningfully. As soon as she was about to speak, she glanced at the scene ahead and stopped.

The vehicle paused at the toll station. The staff at the toll station were a sturdy man wearing a hat and a mask. He looked into the car with a very obvious evaluation look.

This kind of eyes are like the eyes of a butcher weighing a lamb.

Hinata sat rationally in a very polite black vehicle that even paid fees at the toll station, raised her eyes calmly and looked at the very rude staff member.

At the moment of looking at each other, he found that the other party's casual and evaluation eyes began to change subtly. In short, it seemed as if his eyes suddenly lit up. He stared straight at him while completing the procedures without lowering his head.

At the same time, the system prompted: [The mission ‘The Lamb of the Toll Station’ was detected.]

Hinata Riki: “…?”

Staff at the official toll station...wait, this is New York, a free, beautiful and full of joy in New York, that's fine.