MTL - The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash-Chapter 135

A-jun and Amuro declined the invitation of the three high school students to go with them. Taking advantage of the sunshine in the afternoon, they went to the sun deck on the top floor first. , I went to the golf putting practice area on one side to move my limbs.

Because of his handsome looks, his excellent body that can't be covered by clothes, and his excellent golf skills, it is no surprise that a group of beauties came forward to chat up, even men, or directly asked for contact information, and some euphemistically asked for technical advice. As an excuse to increase contact, Amuro always used my girlfriend to refuse right there, blocking some of them, and some of them continued to make persistent efforts more enthusiastically.

He only moved for a while, and then he had to go back to the beach chair. Seeing Mr. A who had just turned over compared to before, he suddenly became annoyed.

"Eh? Wait, it's so itchy. What are you doing..." Mr. A rolled to the side for half a circle, and stopped at the edge of the beach chair. At the same time, he reached out and grabbed the hand that was making trouble on his waist just now. He looked up and saw it. An Shitou had an unhappy face written on his face, and a question mark appeared on his head, "What's wrong?"

Amuro pursed his face, tucked his fingers between the other's fingers and held it with his backhand, "I was approached just now."

He accentuated two syllables.

Mr. A moved to the middle, let himself go back to the sun, tidied up the sunglasses that he had just crooked, and then asked, "Do you want to change the place?"

To be honest, he quite likes it here, the sun is very comfortable, the only fly in the ointment is probably not getting tan.

Because there was a layer of stuff on his face and neck, and his clothes were long in order to hide the unnaturalness of his skeleton, and the only skin that was in direct contact with the sun was his hands.

Amuro looked at him with a sullen face for a while, and finally said in frustration: "You really... have no lover consciousness at all."

Because of Mr. A's disguise, it is very likely that the tragic case of dislocation of the face will occur when the hand is placed on the face. So he could only squeeze each other's fingers without any pain or itching.

"what…"

Yes, now it's a lover.

A-jun blinked his eyes behind his sunglasses.

He didn't do it on purpose, but what should I say, it's mainly because I'm too used to it. Amuro's appearance is very good. He himself is very good at taking advantage of this advantage. Sweet traps come at will, and I handle all kinds of relationships very well. Have experience, have also taught him.

It is really convenient to obtain basic information, so he is very used to the situation where the other party is surrounded by various beauties.

Possessiveness may still be a bit at first, but over time, no matter how intense the emotion is, it has become dull as water.

And now the development has reached a level that he never dared to think about before, what kind of bicycle is needed.

Mr. A sat up from the beach chair and looked up at the man standing in front of him: "I'll go with you? But the effect should be similar, or rather worse. Once you realize that your girlfriend is such an ordinary type , those people will have more fighting spirit."

He thought about the few women who had faced difficulties just now, and added: "Or they will think that we are a money relationship, and then offer you a high price."

Toru Amuro:…

Have to admit that the other party is right.

He was speechless for a while, but his mood was a little better.

Mr. A is paying attention to him. Although the other party shows that he doesn't care, and he probably feels that he doesn't care, his instinctive reaction will not deceive people.

"Tou Jun, is this your girlfriend?"

The person who had been observing for a while finally stepped forward, and when Amuro looked through, he gently brushed the long hair beside his ears and gave a charming and charming smile.

Her judgment was just as Mr. A had guessed, that the relationship between the two was not a serious relationship.

Anyone who can get on this boat is not bad for money, not to mention her looks are more than a star and a half better than that woman, as long as she is not a fool, she should know how to choose.

A Jun recognized that she was one of those who just gave up after being rejected by her girlfriend. Obviously, she is not someone who likes to meddle in other people's feelings. So I will come here now, it really is a misunderstanding.

You see. He turned his gaze back to Amuroto's side, and his eyes signaled.

"Uh..." Amuro pulled him off the beach chair with his arms, and smiled politely at the woman behind him: "Sorry, Miss Mina, we're going to look elsewhere, I wish you a good time. "

Mina tilted her head and looked thoughtfully at the dark-haired woman being pulled away by him.

Misjudgment, these two seem to be... true love?

"Where?"

Jun A let him take off the sunglasses from his face and put them on, after those eyes were covered.

Although the handsomeness of this face can be seen only from other parts, it is not as conspicuous as before.

"Do you still want to continue basking?" Amuro asked him.

"It's okay. Actually, I was just about to say that I'm coming. Shirai Jingguang is coming here."

"Is it still confusing?" Amuro still remembered the situation in Okinawa at the beginning, with a little curiosity in his eyes, "Does it feel like an ordinary person occasionally mistaken his right and left hands?"

He also asked Mr. A before whether it would be confusing to process the information on both sides at the same time. In short, it is hard to imagine that this feeling can only be understood by the parties involved.

"Yeah, one person can make mistakes with both hands, let alone four. But now it's better. There is a big difference between children and adults, and it will be easier to distinguish."

In fact, it is more troublesome, because the left hand and the right hand are different. But the left hand is the same as the left hand, and requires a more subtle distinction. "In short, if you can avoid it, it is better not to run into it. The feeling of being mixed is really not good."

"Mixing...together..." This statement made Amuro feel a little subtle, and he quickly put it behind him and focused on another point, "Does it feel bad to be together?"

Generally speaking, people's reactions to this kind of situation are very good. They accompany themselves, even if they are alone, they will not be alone, and they have the same mind, no differences, and no quarrels. It is equivalent to having one more half body in the world.

However, whether it is good or bad is, of course, more informative for the parties concerned.

"It's not...how to say it, if you just stay together and don't think about other things, you will be mixed together. It's like living in front of a screen that displays your appearance in real time. After getting used to it, you don't have much with one person. Difference. But in front of other people, you need to separate yourself from yourself..." Mr. A tried his best to describe this feeling, but finally gave up.

It's hard to understand this kind of thing without experiencing it firsthand.

What is the probability of encountering two waves of people who do not know each other's actions on a huge ship with a dozen decks?

Answer: One hundred percent.

A-kun pulled Amuro Toru backhand and turned to the other side.

The blond young man was a little stunned. He listened to the voices of several children, Suzuki Sonoko, and others passing by, until the footsteps were gone, and Mr. A took him out of the hiding place.

Shirai Hikaru is not there.

"Don't you want to see them?" In fact, it's just a matter of saying hello, it's a bit rude to deliberately avoid it, Mr. A usually doesn't do this, Anshitou noticed the nervous look, "I still care about Miss Sonoko and the others who were booing before. thing?"

Mr. A distracted attention and said, "No."

The answer seemed to be a bit quick, and he added: "I have a bad feeling."

Sounds like an excuse, but it's true.

Death's gaze... or something...

"Maybe there's going to be a murder here soon."

Toru Amuro: "Huh?"

Mr. A looked determined.

Amuro blinked: "You planned it? When?"

Why didn't he know that Mr. A had paid attention to the movement of the target, and did not find any moves by the other party. Could it be that it was arranged before this?

"No! How is it possible." Mr. A scratched his hair, afraid that the wig would shift and didn't dare to exert too much force. He just wanted to relieve his irritability, but he felt aggrieved when he knew but couldn't say it, "That would be too troublesome."

If you can find an opportunity to solve it directly, why do you have to work hard to do it.

But after all, this time, I have to get what Toru Amuro wants, so I have to detour a little... That won't make the target die of murder.

In that case, all of the other party's belongings will be collected as evidence and brought back to the Metropolitan Police Department to wait for someone to pick it up...Isn't it impossible?

Mr. A thought for a while, no, no, it's still too much trouble.

Or use violence.

Then they met Conan and the others twice, once in the video game center and once in the cafe.

Amuro Toru was also surprised, it was a coincidence after all.

"Would you like to go to the lounge? There are restrictions on the entry of minors." Amuro Toru was worried that he would become nervous if he was so nervous, so he suggested.

Mr. A refused ten times, and chose to go to dinner.

Just find a restaurant with a private box. Of course, if there happens to be a murder there, then it's like he didn't say anything.

Luckily nothing happened in the end.

There were parties and performances outside in the evening. After going to join in the fun, they went back to their room.

Amuro Toru took his luggage into the next door, for good reason: "Isn't it strange that I'm already a lover and still live in two rooms?"

He bent his eyes, his clear eyes reflected the star lights in the room, Mr. A glanced at it and ran to the terrace to blow the sea breeze. When he came back, the guy was almost finished.

"Don't change back to the original look? It's not good for your skin to be stuffy all the time."

Jun A touched his face, "No way, in case someone comes, it's too late to pretend."

Amuro nodded, wondering if he believed it or not, but he didn't continue the topic anyway.

Because it was not waterproof, he didn't take a shower. In order to make the previous sentence believable, he didn't change his clothes at all. He kept the collar around his neck. He just changed his shoes. He just sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. The air was less quiet, and then looked down at the phone.

Toru Amuro went to the bathroom with his pajamas.

Originally, it was just a random reason, but I didn't expect it to be a prophecy.

A Jun saw the group of people outside through the cat's eyes, and was speechless for a while.

A trio of female high school students, three real children and a big detective. Could it be that there was no murder during the day because it was going to happen in this room?

He slowly opened the door, and Suzuki Sonoko outside showed a full of vitality: "Miss Xiaokui, good evening!"

The other people also greeted each other. After introducing themselves, the juvenile detective team couldn't wait to ask, "Is the eldest sister Mr. Amuro's girlfriend?"

"Brother Amuro and big sister who were the first to tell the truth?"

"Does big sister like eel rice?"

A Jun barely kept his smile: "Ah... If you confess, it might be me... right?"

"Huh?" Ayumi complained mercilessly, "To let the girl take the lead, Brother Amuro is so rude!"

"Ahaha..." Jun A was ashamed. These people didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, and they didn't mean to say anything. It seemed that they wanted to stay. Now he is a little glad that he was wise, and it was right that he didn't change his clothes.

After all, the pajamas he wears are all men's, and the Adam's apple can't be covered, and it will be revealed all of a sudden.

"Everyone, come in first."

"Thank you sister!" The three children smiled sweetly.

"Excuse me..." The high school student was more polite.

Because the room is very spacious, it doesn't seem crowded. The three children seem to regard this place as an adventure place. As soon as they come in, they patrol everywhere, making exclamations from time to time. They usually find a different arrangement from the family room.

"Eh, Brother Amuro?"

Just as he was about to open the bathroom, the door suddenly opened from the inside, revealing Amuro Toru with wet hair behind him.

"Mr. Yuan, good evening." An Shitou greeted him with a smile, "There are a lot of people here."

"These little devils are pestering me, saying they want to see Mr. Amuro's lover." Suzuki Sonoko pouted, and then his eyes lit up, "Why is Mr. Amuro here? Is the water heater next door broken?"

The plot of borrowing the bathroom is not uncommon in romantic works.

Shiliang Zhenchun glanced at it and said, "It should be moved here. There are two suitcases there, and the toiletries are also for two people."

"Hey—" The juvenile detective team exclaimed with a face, "Have you already lived together!"

Amuro Toru kept in mind the character design, and his cheeks were still a little red because of the water vapor, so he didn't need to process it deliberately.

The blond young man closed his eyes and scratched his cheek with his index finger embarrassedly, "Well, because I'm already a lover..."

The juvenile detective team exclaimed again because of his reaction, and chattered lively.

Conan frowned, his glasses turned a white light.

Of course Toru Amuro is not such a pure lover, or he may be, but not when facing An Yankui.

After all, this guy was blocking people in the alley before, and he never blushed at that time.

If it was the part that was guessed before, it can be determined now.

Conan's eyes are sharp, and even if An Yankui is not Montes, there is definitely something wrong with her.

And wearing this kind of clothes and collars in the room can also confirm that this is not his true face.

Everyone's attention quickly shifted to An Yankui, and Amuro Toru was able to relax a little. He went back to the bathroom to blow his hair, and Conan also slipped in.

The wind could not cover the lively conversation outside, Amuro looked down at Conan: "Is something wrong, Conan-kun?"

Conan nodded solemnly: "That person is actually a member of the organization, right? What is your mission here - you shouldn't tell me this, so I want to ask his code name."

Are you sure it's a man?

Toru Amuro was a little surprised by the pronoun Conan used, but it seemed to be expected, after all, it was this child.

It seems that the bad hunch that Mr. A said before is true, and the detective is staring at him.

He swapped the hair dryer and smiled at Conan: "We're here on vacation."

oh my god...

Conan showed half moon eyes.

As a result, he refused to even say the code name, stingy!

"Montes..." He opened his mouth, causing Amuro to look at him again. The other party showed a slightly surprised look in confusion. It only lasted for less than a second. In response, Conan complained about the man's difficulty, and then said, "Is this his code name?"

Amuro blinked, "Guess what?"