Conan's Helping People

Hyuga Reasonable: "?"

He stared at Belmod's smiling face, thought for a moment, and still did not politely say, "But you seem to be a big-tailed wolf with bad intentions now." Instead, he agreed, "Okay, I will try it.

"

Anyway, you won't die if you try.

If it succeeds, then you can help the subordinate who worked all night to do a very large cleanup task. If it fails, tell Gin that this is Belmod's suggestion and let the other party find the real enemy.

Either way, Gin made a profit.

Belmode raised her eyebrows. There was the sound of a wheelchair in the room. She stood up straight and looked at the closed door after hearing the sound.

"I'm going to press the elevator." Hinata said reasonably.

He walked to the elevator at a normal pace, pushed the elevator up on the first floor, and then turned back to look at the gentleman and Bermod who had come out.

The gentleman was still sitting in a wheelchair, with a fluffy blanket on his legs. He looked very energetic, the kind of fake spirit that an old man has after working too long, so he is tired, but he tries to cheer himself up.

Hinata's reasonable gaze swept past the gentleman's sunken eye sockets, slack facial muscles and the hand on the handle, and he suddenly realized something: today, it was Belmode who came to pick up the gentleman.

Now, is it difficult for that gentleman to even push his wheelchair?

Belmode raised his head, smiled at him, half-lowered his body, gently pushed the wheelchair, and said softly: "Yes, we were just talking about Times Square later, I will take Mr. Li to go with him later.

Participate, it will just make him recognize someone."

She pushed the wheelchair into the elevator and winked briskly at Hinata, saying, "Otherwise, if they only see them in photos or on TV, Lily might remember them as mission targets 'to be cleaned up'."

Hinata also walked into the elevator. He stated the facts, "They look almost the same."

They all have two eyes, a mouth and a nose, and they are all a bit chubby.

The photos Gin sent over were either very straight-faced mugshots, the kind where you could clearly recognize the person's appearance at a glance, but when you put this photo into a row of mugshots,

You will feel that this one is like the photo just now, that one is also like it, and the one over there is also like it.

If you have to identify, it will feel like "the police took the witness to check a row of suspects, and asked the witness to find the murderer at the first glance among a group of people with similar characteristics."

Or, it's the kind of photos that are taken secretly. Most of them show most of the mission target's face. Sometimes they are blurred, and the frozen face of the mission target is also slightly deformed.

In both cases, there is a certain gap between the photo and the person, and it is normal to not be able to tell the difference.

The gentleman laughed. He braced himself up, like an ordinary father who saw his children playing and having a good relationship. "Indeed, at a certain level, human beings all look the same... they are all desires.

/The appearance of hope and power.”

The elevator stops.

Belmod also chuckled and naturally changed the topic, "The event held in Times Square today is related to charity animals. The process may be a bit cumbersome. If you are bored, you can help other organization members with their actions."

"In addition to the sniper target, there is another guy who needs to be eliminated. If he dies by 'suicide' or 'accidental', he cannot be related to the organization." She said, "If any loopholes are found when the time comes, you can help that group

Organization members check for omissions and fill in the gaps.”

Dinner is still steak.

Hinata was used to it. He glanced at the dining table and then at Belmode who pushed the gentleman to the table and started to tidy up. He declined: "Forget it, you are too famous."

Follow a big star to participate in an event...if one day, the big star loses his horse and is pursued by justice, he will also be implicated.

And there are too many people in Times Square, and there are even more people when there are events, so it’s better to say goodbye.

Belmode sat down and blinked her eyes, "If you don't want to attract attention, you can act separately from me. Something interesting will happen at tonight's event. Do you really not want to go?"

"For such a grand event, half of New York will come to see it. I feel like there may be several murders."

She raised her knife and fork, slowly cut the steak, and winked at the gentleman again.

The gentleman gently cut a few pieces. He did not eat them immediately, but said helplessly: "Go and have a look. Young children should have some vitality. You are separated from the screen and the phone, and don't see anyone, leaving only your subordinates."

The age to give orders is still a bit far behind."

After saying that, he didn't eat it. Instead, he cut the steak a little smaller, until it was about the size of a finger. Then he shook the steak and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.

In the animal world, when an old animal can no longer eat enough food, it means that it has really begun to move toward death.

Hinata was not focused on staring at the gentleman cutting the steak. He only lowered his head and glanced over there with his peripheral vision, then concentrated on making noise, and at the same time casually agreed, "Okay."

Is this old animal dying?

He is a little worried, but not much. Anyway, he has a little way out, and the Samoyed who takes the blame is also very cute.

I believe the Samoyed feels the same way, right? He will be as gentle as ever, and he will pick up the black dog bowl obediently and show an angelic smile of "I am willing to take the blame", right?

The other party has been in charge of the Tokyo Operations Team for so long. As long as he has a normal mind, he must have thought about being the boss of that gentleman, and maybe he also had a brief wish of "I want to be in charge".

It just so happened that Hinata didn't really want to be the leader within five years, so she could continue to satisfy the other party's wish.

While casually repeating this long-decided decision, Hinata found out once again that he was really a good former subordinate. Even if Gin shook his tail so carefully, he would not hold grudges.

Push the fluffy marshmallow to the top of the mountain.

Is this the joy of running in both directions with someone for the same goal?

very nice.

He bit into the sixth piece of steak, and when the gentleman slightly let go and put down the cutlery, he also put down the cutlery.

Then, without even looking at the plate in front of the gentleman, he naturally made eye contact with the gentleman who raised his head and took the initiative to show that he had no intention of exploring his body.

The other party also looked over, and when they looked at each other, the other party's eyelids were a little droopy, blocking some of his gaze, but Hinata reasonably guessed that the look would most likely be inquisitive.

So he tried his best to show an innocent expression and continued to stare intently into the gentleman's eyes, as if he had no interest in the man's hand that slightly grasped the handle of the wheelchair or the amount of steak left.

The gentleman: "..."

The gentleman and Hinata, who suddenly looked up at each other, looked at each other reasonably for a while, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and shook his head helplessly, "The forces in New York are currently competing for the leading position in the next few years.

Be careful when you go out."

As he spoke, he put the handkerchief back on the dining table, raised his hand tiredly and pressed his brow, "Send me up, Belmod."

"Okay." Belmod calmly glanced at the steak that was almost motionless in front of the gentleman and was just cut into small pieces, so it seemed that there were some missing pieces, and pushed the wheelchair towards the elevator.

She said: "If you want to bring anything, please prepare it. We can go to Times Square later, Lily."

What do I need to prepare if I want to attend an event?

Hinata raised her hand reasonably and asked: "Do you want to change clothes?"

"Suit?"

If you prepare a grand dress...

He remembered Mrs. Hyuga's sense of ceremony, so he asked again: "Black kimono?"

Belmode and the gentleman turned their heads and looked over at the same time.

One of them is pressing the door button of the elevator, with his hand still on the button, and the other is still sitting in a wheelchair, but the movements of turning his head to look over are almost the same, and the slightly subtle expressions are also somewhat consistent.

Hyuga Reasonable: "?"

What's wrong?

Could it be that in the eyes of Belmode and that gentleman, his proposal was a bit like the behavior of the black-haired Hero from his perspective?

However, isn’t it normal behavior to wear formal clothes when attending a ceremony?

The elevator door opens.

Belmode retracted her hand, she restrained her subtle expression, turned her head back, and pushed the wheelchair into the elevator, "No need to change."

"I have a suit and dress that suits you very well, and it has been delivered to me."

She estimated the time and said, "We'll be there in five minutes."

OK.

"Please help me take off the tablet," Hinata said reasonably and without objection, "Thank you."

Belmode said: "Okay."

The elevator door slowly closed again, covering her and the gentleman's figure.

Hinata changed her gaze reasonably and looked at the plate of steak on the gentleman's seat.

He put the cut steaks together in his mind and found that the other party might have only eaten one or two half-fingers-sized steaks.

The wine didn't move at all, it only added to the atmosphere.

Eating is linked to the state of the body. If the gentleman did not eat other things secretly, there is a high probability that he is really going to GG.

Hinata started to think rationally: How to push that fluffy marshmallow up?

Thinking, he moved the tip of his nose and smelled a very light smell of blood coming from the second floor.

It was really light, mixed with the smell of wine and steak, brewing in the air with other flavors. Hinata was very sensitive to the smell of blood, so he could notice it immediately.

If it were another person here, I probably wouldn't smell this smell at all.

And there was no sound of fighting or struggling. The second floor was very quiet. So why was there the smell of blood?

Hinata raised her eyes reasonably and looked towards the second floor.

Both Belmode and the gentleman were in the study and had not come out yet, and the door was tightly closed.

The subtle, sweet smell of blood lasted for a few minutes, and there was the sound of a car approaching outside the house. Then the car slowed down, stopped, and the driver opened the door, got out of the car, and walked toward the door of the house.

The sound of the doorbell ringing.

It's the person who delivered the dress.

Hinata reasonably looked away, stood up and opened the door.

An organization member wearing a black suit, his head lowered and not daring to look up, stood outside the door, holding two black boxes stacked on top of each other.

There was a sound of opening the door upstairs, and at the same time, the slight smell of blood suddenly became stronger, and Hinata looked up reasonably.

Belmode walked out of the study without changing his expression, closed the door, then lowered his head and looked down, silently making a few gestures to indicate that he was going to get the tablet.

She also smelled of blood, but it wasn't strong. It was more like it was stained rather than injured.

Hinata looked away thoughtfully, reached out to take the two black boxes from the organization members at the door, and said casually: "Thank you."

Hearing his voice, the organization member first lowered his head subconsciously, seeming to respect the people in this room, and then suddenly raised his head, "Huh?"

This is a man with black hair and eyes, a typical non-American face, he looks to be thirty years old at most, and there is a camera-like device strapped to his shoulder.

It's a mission recorder.

This guy was surprised when he heard his voice. Was it because he had heard his orders during the mission?

Hinata glanced at the surprised organization member casually, closed the door, and turned her attention upstairs again.

Upstairs, Belmode took the tablet and walked downstairs in high heels, "Let's change into a dress in the guest room."

There are many guest rooms on the first floor.

This directly bans the option of "going upstairs to change clothes". Why, because of the smell of blood?

Hinata nodded reasonably and calmly, "Okay."

"I'm also going to change my dress and get dressed." Bellmode estimated, "It will take about ten minutes."

She belatedly asked, "You should be able to wear a suit, right?"

"If not, I'll go find you after I've finished packing."

This question is very familiar, very familiar.

Hinata immediately became alert, "It won't be like a kimono, with seven or eight layers, right?"

"..." Belmod glanced at his expression and said, "No, there are only two layers: inner layer and outer layer."

Isn't that just an ordinary suit? Why bother asking if you can wear it? As long as a normal person has worn a jacket, he will definitely wear it, right?

Hinata was reasonably skeptical about the difficulty of wearing the suit in the box.

After entering the guest room, he first opened the box, took out the suit inside, and looked through it carefully, inside and out.

This suit is in black and white. The inner layer is snow white, and the outer layer is dark black. The buttons on the cuffs are crystal buttons, and they are arranged in black and white orderly on the suit.

Except that the fabric is extra soft and very close to the body, it is no different from normal clothes.

In another box are matching leather shoes and socks.

After everything was changed, Hinata carefully checked her own status before walking out to wait for Belmod.

Fortunately, when she saw him for the first time, Belmode didn't say with a smile, "You are well dressed, don't wear it again next time." Instead, she raised her eyebrows with a smile and said with satisfaction: "I knew you were very suitable for this suit.

They match, they really look alike."

She blinked mysteriously, "There will be special gifts to choose from when participating in the event. You can choose the gift that matches your dress."

What?

*

Half an hour later, Hinata stood at the entrance of the event calmly and looked down at the 'special gifts'.

The receptionist at the door enthusiastically introduced, "Aren't these dog brooches cute?"

"There is a border collie. It looks like it matches your assembly today. How about it? Do you want to choose the border collie group?"

In the gift box, some lifelike dog brooches are lined up. There are four styles of them: a border collie with his head raised and wagging his tail, a Samoyed with a silly smile, a golden retriever with his tongue sticking out and laughing, and a vigilant with erect ears.

German Shepherd.

Hinata is reasonable: "..."

"Or Golden Retriever? Golden Retrievers are very friendly friends to humans!" Finding that he didn't speak, the receptionist continued to recommend enthusiastically and lowered his voice, "Have your parents come with you? We will do the tasks in different groups later.

It’s better to do activities with parents.”

"Border Collie or Golden Retriever? Or German Shepherd?"

The receptionist introduced in detail, "Border Collies are very smart dogs, Golden Retrievers are very enthusiastic about humans, and German Shepherds are excellent dogs, usually police dogs."

OK, thanks for helping eliminate the three options.

Hinata said reasonably and politely: "The whitest one, thank you."

"Huh?" The receptionist hesitated for a moment and whispered, "The mission of the Samoyed group is related to affinity..."

He looked at Hinata Reasonably a few more times and then naturally changed his words, "Okay, do you want me to put it on for you?"

Affinity.

Hinata was not sure about his affinity, but it was not a big problem. He recalled Gin and easily concluded that his affinity was good.

At least he is more approachable than the Samoyed who is known as the "Smiling Angel".