Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover
/ Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover Chapter 338
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The man standing in front of Jing Baiye was in his early twenties, tall and slender.
After he finished asking, he stood there quietly, without urging them to move away immediately.
That hair was like a thin sunshine, very light and very light golden, and it was neatly combed and not messed up. His skin is very fair, as white as milk to describe it with pungent words.
His clothes, from trench coat to trousers to leather shoes, are all black, very organized style.
Jing Baiye was stunned when he looked at the man standing in front of him. His eyes fell on that face, and for a moment he even forgot to speak.
He swears - he's willing to give him the new Belmode, that Lamborghini Aventador swears - this is definitely the best looking man he's ever seen!
Only his vest, Blake, who can directly bring him a 50% bonus, can match!
Jing Baiye didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. In addition to his love for the other person's appearance, he also vaguely felt a strange attraction that seemed to originate from his soul.
——The last time he had this feeling was when he saw the original owner.
Seeing Jing Baiye standing there foolishly next to him, Belmode swept the face of the man in front of him, and instantly understood, she patted Jing Baiye lightly.
Jing Baiye was still stunned.
Belmod's smile instantly became gentle, she raised her hand to squeeze his cheek, and pulled it to the side—
The familiar pain on his cheek made Jing Baiye finally come to his senses, he reacted, withdrew his overly warm and impolite gaze, and quickly moved aside.
"thanks.."
The young man politely thanked him. He has a very cold temperament, and even when he speaks polite words, he gives people a condescending arrogance, but he is not annoying.
He walked to the seat next to Jingbaiye and sat down. He was also one of the few spectators in the VIP seat.
"The concert is about to begin, let's sit down," Belmode said.
Jing Baiye nodded, and he took another look at the young man whose eyes were on the stage and didn't see them, and sat down in the empty seat next to him.
Almost as soon as he sat down, the lights in the concert hall went out, and only the stage remained on.
Spiatus bowed slightly to the audience gracefully, raised his head and looked at Qiuting Reiko standing on the second floor stage, sat on the piano bench in front of the organ, and pressed the keyboard with both hands.
The melodious sound of the pipe organ sounded in the concert hall, Qiu Ting Lianzi clasped her hands in front of her chest, took a deep breath, slowly relaxed, and reopened her eyes.
"Amazing grace, so sweet..."
At the moment when the voice sounded, Jing Baiye felt goosebumps.
The concert hall is the best place to enjoy music. The surrounding honeycomb-shaped walls reduce the reflection of sound and achieve the best audio-visual effect. The shock at the moment when the sound sounds is absolutely impossible to experience when listening to music with headphones.
All eyes fell on Qiu Ting Lianzi, who was the most eye-catching focal point in this concert hall.
She was wearing an elegant and dignified white dress, and her red eyes shone in the light. She sang as she walked down the steps step by step.
"Once blind, I can see again..."
Jing Baiye stared at her, and at this moment, he was completely immersed in her voice.
He ignored the amazing-looking man beside him, ignored Spiatus playing the background music on the stage, and even briefly ignored the most important Belmode.
—Music is the question of man to God.
Until this time, Jing Baiye didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.
Qiu Ting Lianzi is worthy of being a musician recommended by Spiatus. When I mention her in the future, what Jing Baiye thinks of is not her appearance, but her shocking singing.
Almost everyone was immersed in Qiu Ting Lian Zi's wonderful singing voice, except for one person.
Belmode, who was sitting at the farthest position on the stairs, took advantage of Angstra, who was listening to the music next to him, secretly took out his mobile phone, opened it, and sent an email to the only designated model worker of the organization.
[Seven years ago, what did the boss ask you to look for in Kyoto? ——Vermouth]
【What do you ask this [attachment]? ——Gin]
As expected of Gin, no matter when and where you send him an email, as long as it is more important and related to the organization, he can always reply in seconds.
It was a matter of BOSS, and it was rare for Belmod to not continue the style of mysticism. She opened the photo in the attachment, carefully compared it with the man sitting next to her in her heart, and quickly replied to the message with her fingers on the keyboard.
[I saw him in the concert hall and he was sitting next to me and Angstra. ——Vermouth]
[That guy is Chiba Shusaku, twenty-two years old this year, and the only son of the chief of the Kyoto Prefectural Police and the police supervisor Chiba Shuzo. The relationship between their father and son is not good. He has lived alone since he was in middle school. Seven years ago, the gentleman asked me to go to Kyoto to monitor him. ——Gin]
Gin knew that Belmod, Angstra, and BOSS would be attending tonight's concert in Nishitama City, and that he would always be the most worried about what would be related to the boss, and sent Belmod the longest ever message. An email ~www.mtlnovel.com~ What's special about him? ——Vermouth]
Seven years ago, Chiba Shusaku was only fourteen years old, the same age as the current Angstra.
[No, after you brought that kid back, the gentleman asked me to give up surveillance and withdraw. ——Gin]
Belmod stared at the mail, frowning slightly.
She can be quite sure that the current Chiba Zhouzuo is not a member of the organization, and he does not have that kind of aura.
Let Jinjiu, the top killer, go to Kyoto to monitor himself. After monitoring, he did not win or kill the other party, but ended in a calm way...
Bosses rarely do meaningless things. Is there anything special about this Chiba Zhouzuo?
And Angstra's eyes just now weren't quite right.
Her little crow is someone who likes to look good. It can be seen from the fact that he treats Miyano sisters well and the few subordinates he finds, but he doesn't stare at other people's faces all the time. He won't be so rude.
This gave her a sense of crisis—this Chiba Zhouzuo might steal her little crow...
Belmod clenched her phone tightly for this ridiculous thought, and suddenly she felt someone poking her lightly next to her.
She raised her head sharply and met Angstra's expression.
To enter the concert hall, Angstra removed the bandage on her face and brushed her long bangs aside to hide the scar on her left eye. The bandages on his body are still there, the length of the formal clothes is enough to cover.
"Mobile phones are not allowed in the concert hall." He reminded her in a very low voice.
Belmod squeezed Angstra's face with a smile and retracted the lock screen of the phone.
The boss happened to be here, he said he would talk to them after the concert, she could find a chance to ask him...
Chapter end
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