Conan: I really just want to fall in love with Haibara Ai

In the afternoon

, Otoi Hiroshi completed the transfiguration, in order not to look different, he bought a lot of black suits, and of course he did not forget the unilateral gold wire glasses that symbolized his identity.

Otoi Hiroshi looked at himself in the mirror, he was so handsome, he was about to change into the shape of a brewery.

Arriving at the address given by the newly bought red Ferrari, it looks like an ordinary abandoned factory on the outside, but the inside has been transformed breathtakingly.

And at this time, the gin was smoking, vodka was eating, and seemed to be waiting for him.

"You're late." Gin Jiu said coldly.

"It's only a minute, you don't know how congested Tokyo is." Otoi Hiroshi spread his hands.

"What is the mission to do today?" He asked again.

"A group of people secretly got a batch of weapons and equipment from abroad, let's go and grab it back." Gin Jiu got up and stomped out the cigarette butt.

Vodka looked at the gin wine and got up, as a senior junior, he quickly finished eating the dates and followed behind.

At this time, he suddenly realized that his hands were full of oil and he would have to drive later.

As soon as his gaze began to move to search, Otoi Hiroshi took a handkerchief from his suit pocket and handed it to him.

"No need to return it."

Vodka smiled and nodded.

Favorability +1.

In the car, Otoi Hiroshi looked at the action route, and the other party also avoided driving in the city for convenience, which was convenient for them.

Looking up, I just saw Gin Jiu take out a cigarette and then fumbled on his body.

"It is estimated that it fell on the other side of the base." Otoi handed over his lighter.

Gin Jiu did not speak, silently took it, lit the cigarette, and put the lighter in his pocket.

After a while, Otoi patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the cigarette in his hand.

Gin Jiu pretended not to know anything before returning the lighter to him.

Otoi Hiroshi secretly rolled his eyes at him.

What is this stinky problem with you, light a cigarette, what does Shun Laozi lighter mean?

Nothing happened along the way, the operation went smoothly, and the personnel escorting weapons on the other side were obviously not very professional.

Under Otoihiro's precise marksmanship, one shot burst the opponent's tire.

The other party was just about to return fire, and a continuous burst of gunfire left them no room to resist.

The escort of weapons was a squad of seven, Hiroshi Otoi solved four, and Gin Shu solved three.

Vodka just took out the gun, saw that there was nothing wrong with him, and inadvertently picked it up.

Check the incoming goods.

20 pistols, 20 automatic rifles, 50 grenades.

There is also a handsome Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle.

The other party seems to have some strength, so many weapons and equipment are enough to form several action teams, but now all of them are theirs.

Although the organization is very rich, very rich, most of the money is spent on scientific research.

As for the usual activities of their action squads, they are all self-sufficient.

Robbery is not the first time that Otoi Hiroshi has engaged in this kind of thing with ginjiu.

Very cooked.

Back at base, Gin Jiu finally found his beloved lighter, but found an empty cigarette case on his body.

"Vodka." Gin was ready for him to buy it.

Otoi Hiroshi looked at his expression a little uncomfortable, is there such a big addiction to smoking.

So he went out to his car and took a huazi and threw it to him.

"It's the smoke over there in Huaxia, you taste it."

Gin Jiu lit a cigarette, the expression on his face finally eased, and his characteristic cold temperament radiated again.

Isn't this cute, Kotoi Hiroshi thought.

When it was time for dinner, vodka was about to go out to buy a boxed lunch.

"I see that there are still some ingredients here, I'll make dinner later, it's not good to eat boxed lunches." Otoi stopped him.

Otoi took off his black jacket suit, and inside was a white shirt, and the sleeves were neatly rolled up, looking like a perfect man.

If the garden sees it, Harako will have to flow into a river into the Pacific Ocean, Otoi Hiroshi thought.

At this time, a small figure appeared in his mind.

Would she like me like that?

It took forty minutes to cook, and by the time the meal was brought to the two of them, half of the freshly opened cigarette box of Gin Jiu was missing.

"It's you." Otoi Hiroshi secretly admired.

Because of the limited ingredients, I only made a simple curry, but the taste was absolutely fine.

He is confident because out of eighteen skills, he has a perfect score for his culinary skills.

"Ah, it's very fragrant, big brother." Vodka kept marveling at the curry rice in the bowl.

Gin Jiu glanced at him coldly, and vodka quickly shut up, and the speed of grilling rice in his hand slowed down a lot.

After cooking, Otoi Hiroshi was no longer very hungry, so he lit a cigarette and prepared to smoke it before eating.

Gin Jiu at the dinner table did not speak, and he always had that cold expression.

However, Otoi Hiroshi looked at him silently serving the third bowl of rice, and a smile appeared on his face.

Look, this is not a delicious food!

It's really bitter ginjiu, sleeping in the wind and eating every day, thinking about the organization, and in the end it is all undercover.

But you have to be careful, in case of exposure, Gin Jiu will not know if he will remember today's curry rice when dealing with the traitor.

When he returned to Tokyo, he went directly to Dr. Agasa.

In the car, he took out a cigarette, and his face changed slightly.

The lighter is gone.

He remembered that when he had dinner with them just now, he put the lighter on the table after lighting a cigarette.

Gin wine, you are good.

"Hiro, here you are." Dr. Agasa greeted warmly.

Haibara sat quietly watching the fashion magazine, and when he heard the movement of Hiroshi Otoi's arrival, his body trembled slightly, pretending not to hear it.

Then Dr. Agasa thought twice and took the initiative to explain to Otoi Hiroshi the identity of Haihara, after all, there is Kudo Shinichi's previous experience, and Owai Hiroshi also knows about the organization.

Otoi nodded to indicate that he understood.

Since Dr. Agasa was able to say these words to himself in front of Haihara, he showed that he had obtained her tacit approval.

Otoi Hiroshi sat down next to Xiao Xiao, looked at her beautiful side face and said: "Last night's incident was because of the sudden situation, so I made my own claims, and I apologize to you."

"However, since we have confessed that we are friends, I don't know your name yet."

"Gray plains mourn."

Her cold voice replied to Hiroshi Otoi, but her gaze never left the magazine.

"Hiroshi Otoi. This is my name, don't you forget. Otoi Hiroshi said.

Haihara did not speak again.

Seeing that the time was not early, Otoi Hiroshi said goodbye to Dr. Agasa.

"Whew..." Seeing

Otoi Hiroshi leave, Haihara finally breathed a sigh of relief and put down the magazine in his hand.

"Doctor, who is he, Hiroshi Otoi?" Haibara asked poignantly.

He saved himself, and he is grateful. To be honest, I also know that he is a very good person, so I don't want him to be involved in this.

Moreover, according to the doctor, Kudo Shinichi also picked it up and sent it back after he became smaller.

Is all this a coincidence?

In case, if there is the slightest possibility, he is the one on the other side of the organization.

And what to do?

"Didn't he tell you his name, Hiroshi Otoi, the eldest young master of the Otoi family who is the only one in the Suzuki Foundation." Dr. Agasa said.

"Otoi family?"

Haibara finally remembered the huge Otoi Foundation, because it was only the Suzuki Foundation, so it was not as famous as the Suzuki Foundation, and he didn't think of it for a while.

"In short, whether he has any other identity or not, at least for now, he does not show malice."

Dr. Agasa spoke again.

Haibara fell into deep thought, although the things he did seemed ordinary, he always felt that something was wrong.

In addition to the identity of the rich second generation, does he hide any other identity?