People are in Conan, but the Shura field

There was no failure this time.

Xiaolan stopped unpacking.

Her snow-white cheeks turned a light pink, and she looked at him in disbelief:

"Eh? Why are you taking off my shoes?"

Chapter 2: Mao Lilan's foot is a Shura field

I have to say that the effect of this plug-in is really good.

When Chen Nuo came to his senses, he had already removed the enemy's armor.

At this moment, he was holding Mao Lilan's high-heeled sandals in one hand, and with the other hand he directly grabbed the other person's white little foot that was kicking towards him.

Different from grabbing the ankle before.

This time he directly pinched half of Mao Lilan's foot.

Only when he held them in his hands did he realize that Mao Lilan's feet were actually very small, slightly cool to the touch, and as smooth and soft as if he was pinching a piece of milk tofu that had just been thrown into the refrigerator.

The tender flesh on the soles of the feet is as soft as the pads on a kitten's paws, and feels very similar to the touch.

This reminded Chen Nuo of the time when he got along well with the stray cats near his home in his previous life.

The one with black spots on his face is called Captain Jack, the one with a black tail is called General Iron Guard, and the one who is very thin but surprisingly eats a lot is called the Big Eater...

But now that I have come to this time and space, I probably won’t be able to see them again, right?

A faint feeling of homesickness came over me.

Chen Nuo was moved by the scene and subconsciously performed a habitual action.

He gently scraped the cat's paw pads with his fingertips.

Then he regretted it.

Because Chen Nuo could clearly feel the white little feet in his hands, like the cheeks of a young girl, blushing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And it's getting hotter and hotter.

Chen Nuo looked up nervously and saw Xiaolan looking at him with gritted teeth. Her beautiful big eyes were filled with shame, anger and shock.

"Dirty! Pervert! Pervert!!"

While saying sweet words, Xiaolan kicked Chen Nuo in the face.

Chen Nuo discovered that this kick was much faster and more powerful than before, and even emitted a faint sound of breaking through air.

Maybe she didn't use her full strength because she was afraid of hurting herself.

Faced with the girl's angry attack, Chen Nuo quickly bent down to dodge.

The white bare feet brought a scent across Chen Nuo's nose - almost directly into his mouth.

After Mao Lilan's attack missed, she did not give him a chance to breathe. She used one foot as support and continued to attack him.

Chen Nuo chose to avoid the attack temporarily, retreating while looking for an opportunity - he had to avoid it, as the opponent's attacks were too fast, leaving afterimages. Chen Nuo felt as if he was surrounded by jade feet.

In this way, the two of them fought back and forth.

A few minutes later.

Chen Nuo stood at the entrance of the alley, staring at the two sandals in his hands in a daze.

Mao Lilan was standing barefoot on the stone road not far from him, staring at her toes in a daze.

"Give me back my shoes." Mao Lilan raised her head and glared at him angrily.

Chen Nuo scratched his head: "Give me the bag first."

In fact, Chen Nuo also felt a little embarrassed. How could you take off someone's shoes just when you meet them?

But this cannot be blamed on him, because Yatu has no use at all because he has no bamboo sword. The only ability he has now is the passive buff brought by the armor removal item.

And he was actually quite restrained.

Several times when they passed each other, they deliberately ignored the bigger flaws of each other.

Of course, Chen Nuo also considered that doing so might completely infuriate Mao Lilan, and he might be beaten into pieces like a concrete pole, so he didn't dare to do it.

"Okay, but you have to explain to me what you have been doing during this period of time, and..." Xiaolan hesitated, "and why you suddenly learned such a dirty move."

Chen Nuo nodded sincerely.

Then he took a few steps forward and put the shoes on the ground.

Xiaolan threw her bag into his arms as if sulking, then gently raised her foot and used her toes to reach for her high-heeled sandals on the ground.

"Shall I help you put it on?"

Chen Nuo suddenly reached out to grab Mao Lilan's white and smooth little feet that were hanging in the air.

"Eh?"

Mao Lilan was startled and subconsciously took a step back.

This is the opportunity Chen Nuo was waiting for.

He grabbed his shoes and sports bag from the ground and turned and ran.

As for explaining, let Conan worry about it himself.

I am Goro Daimon.

"Shinichi, when did you become so treacherous?!" Ran Mouri's roar and pursuit sounds came from behind.

However, because she was barefoot, her speed was greatly slowed down and she was soon left behind by Chen Nuo.

"Sister Xiaolan, what's wrong with you? Eh? Why aren't you wearing shoes? Eh? Your face is so red..." Conan's voice also came faintly from behind.

Chen Nuo thought to himself that it was a good thing that he ran fast.

Otherwise, he might be in trouble if he was entangled by that little devil. After all, he himself couldn't figure out his own situation now.

Chen Nuo just held the bomb and Mao Lilan's white strappy sandals.

It soon disappeared at the end of the sidewalk.

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After half an hour.

Chen Nuo leaned against a roadside electric pole and gasped for breath. He felt that he must have run as far as two subway stops and was almost exhausted to the point of vomiting blood.

In fact, he had already left Conan and Ran Mao Li behind.

The reason why I ran so far was that I wasn't paying attention just now. When I was holding a pair of women's sandals in my arms and asking for directions from others, I was seen by a nearby patrolman.

Faced with the patrolman who was walking towards him while taking out handcuffs, Chen Nuo had no choice but to run several more blocks in one breath.

Chen Nuo looked around and found that the area was full of old rental apartments. An old lady was standing in front of the grocery store across the street, fiddling with the merchandise.

Chen Nuo found a secluded corner and took out the mobile phone from his bag.

There is a missed call on the display.

The remark is a heart symbol, but no name, so it is probably a relationship of lovers.

Chen Nuo hesitated for a moment, but still called the other party back.

Although he does not have the original owner's memory now, he is likely to be discovered to have problems when facing familiar people.

But if you don't know your identity, it would be more dangerous to wander around the street with a bomb in your arms.

And Chen Nuo had a bold guess in his mind.

Because there was only this one phone number saved in his cell phone address book, he thought it might be the phone number of the person he was contacting, and the note with a love heart might be to conceal his identity.

After Chen Nuo thought of an excuse, he made the call.

But the phone rang for a long time but no one answered. The situation was deadlocked again.

At this time, the old lady in the grocery store opposite had already cast a curious look at him, as if she thought it was strange that a stranger appeared in this old residential area.

Chen Nuo had no choice but to turn around and walk forward. He had only taken two steps when the phone rang.

It's an unknown number.

Could it be the contact person? After Chen Nuo pressed the answer button, an emotionless voice came from the other end of the phone: "I heard that something happened at the art museum? How are you?"

All the tentative words that Chen Nuo had prepared were stuck in his throat.

Although he was bathing in the scorching and dazzling sunlight at this moment, a cold chill rose in his heart, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Because Chen Nuo was also very familiar with this voice, if his memory was correct...

The person on the other end of the phone should be Gin.

"Someone died, but it has nothing to do with me." Chen Nuo tried to keep his voice calm.

"You weren't discovered, were you?"

Chen Nuo felt that there was a murderous intent in Gin's voice, as if he was ready to silence him at any time.

"Absolutely not," Chen Nuo said, "I was just watching the show the whole time, no one noticed me."

"That's best. I'll leave the things at your house first and I'll pick them up later." Gin said and hung up the phone.

Chen Nuo listened to the busy tone on the phone and felt as if his body was falling into an icy cave.

He originally thought that he was just an ordinary rice flower maniac, but he didn't expect that I was a member of the Black Organization, and the kind that could talk to Gin directly.

That should be considered a peripheral member of the core, right?

They are the kind of people who, if they show any disloyalty, will be killed by Gin on the grounds that they might leak the organization's secrets.

Chen Nuo patted his cheek and forced himself to calm down.

The most important issue at the moment is to prevent Gin from finding out that he has actually changed his soul when they meet later.

Otherwise, he would most likely be eliminated by Gin on the grounds that he might leak the organization's secrets.

But before that, Chen Nuo still needed to solve a small problem.

That is - he has to find where his home is first.

Chen Nuo thought about it for a moment, then took out his phone and called the person who was suspected to be his girlfriend.

This time the call was hung up, but the other party quickly replied with a text message.

[I'm busy, I'll get back to you later. By the way, I ordered milk, someone should contact you later.]

Chen Nuo was looking at the information on the phone screen when an idea suddenly occurred to him - the milkman should know my home address, right?

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before the milkman called.

"Hello, White Horse Express, please open the door."

Chen Nuo: "Um...can you tell me my home address?"

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Following the address provided by the milkman, Chen Nuo arrived at the door of a house in Beika Town.

When he arrived at the place, he realized that his home was actually a kendo dojo.

The dojo is built in standard Japanese architectural style and covers a fairly large area, which is much larger than the surrounding houses. It looks very imposing when viewed from a distance, but when you get closer, you will find that this dojo is actually very dilapidated.

Faded walls, cracked floor tiles, dusty signs...

Through these details, Chen Nuo judged that this was probably a kendo dojo whose ancestors had been wealthy but was now in decline.

There was a small truck parked on the side of the road in front of the dojo. The white horse pattern printed on the car looked quite funny.

But...shouldn't this be a judo dojo?

Just as he was thinking about it, Chen Nuo saw an old man with a long face push open the car door and jump out: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Daimon?"

Chen Nuo nodded.

"Great, please sign it." The horse-faced uncle handed him a cardboard box.

Chen Nuo hesitated for a moment, then wrote a few unfamiliar words "Goro Daimon" on the receipt on the carton.

The horse-faced uncle drove away.