Boston, USA.

This ancient city located on the Atlantic coast of the northeastern United States is known as the "Athens of America". The quaint buildings combine the romance of Europe and the free spirit of America, and they still exude a classic and indestructible charm today.

Bordering the Atlantic Ocean, Boston's climate is complex and changeable. Less than a week into winter, the temperature drops sharply.

Almost all tourists are attracted by the tall buildings. The Old North Church welcomes millions of tourists every year, while the old churches walking around the city are ignored.

The black BMW X5 quietly drove out of the dilapidated suburban church. The brown-haired girl in the passenger seat buckled her seat belt. She reached out and pressed the button on the inside of the car door, slowly closing the window on her side to block the cold wind outside the window.

...and the smell of blood.

It stinks.

As she thought about it, her petite nose wrinkled slightly and she turned her head to the side. This obvious gesture of disdain on a girl who was less than eight years old revealed a lovely sense of willfulness.

The suppressed smell of blood under the pine scent seemed to be about to burst out in the next second. Under the man's gray-brown woolen coat was a pure black slim-fit suit. He wore a pair of metal-rimmed glasses on his face, which reflected a cold metallic feeling in the sunlight.

His left hand lightly rested on the edge of the wide-open window, and his white-gloved fingertips held a thin long pipe. The wind blowing into the car messed up his black hair, but did not blow away the mouse-gray beret on his head.

Every time Miyano Shiho saw him dressed like this, she would feel that he was going out for a fashion show, not to... kill people.

The cold wind mixed with early winter snow made her shiver, but she didn't say anything. She just hugged the large stuffed bear tighter, trying to resist the cold attacking from the side.

The man leaned back in the chair, controlling the steering wheel with one hand. He put out the cigarette in the glass ashtray in front of the car and closed the window.

After the wind was completely blocked outside the window, the car fell into a dry silence.

Shiho Miyano couldn't help but look at the man who was driving with his head tilted. There was no doubt that he had a good-looking face that was not inferior to that of Vermouth. The pupils under the thin glasses were bright gray, cold and icy. He was a gentleman in his bones. But this guy was not an English noble who had afternoon tea in the manor, but a murderer and criminal with blood on his fingers.

He was also her protector.

Since the death of her parents, her sister was sent to the outer layer because of her mediocre qualifications and her ridiculous kindness in the organization. She lived a life of an ordinary person who was always under surveillance. She was left behind because she inherited her parents' smart brain and was sent to study in the United States since she could remember.

Because she is still young, the organization will arrange a protector around her. In fact, it is called protection but it is actually surveillance. A few weeks ago, the last protector was disqualified and replaced by the current one.

Thinking of the previous protector, Miyano Shiho couldn't help but feel disgusted.

He was a pervert who only targeted little girls around ten years old. She once thought that for the sake of the organization, the evil guy would not set his sights on her... If he hadn't been suddenly called out to perform a mission, and continued to serve as a protector because of injuries during the mission, maybe he would have really succeeded.

It was then that Miyano Shiho realized that the organization didn't care about her at all, because now she has no value, but only potential. Between a valuable code member and an eight-year-old girl who can only be trained, the organization will choose the former without hesitation.

The organization can train countless scholars and force countless top scientists to work for itself. Her only value now is the unfinished scientific research under her parents and her own mind.

She began to study day and night, absorbing any knowledge that the organization wants her to learn. She must constantly increase her chips and improve her own value in order to protect herself and her sister.

The car left the traffic and water docks of this university town behind. Not wanting to waste time in the car, Miyano Shiho took out the obscure books that were difficult for a child of this age from her backpack and read them carefully.

Before she knew it, the car stopped at the gate of an abandoned factory. The man codenamed Cointreau got out of the car, but she didn't ask any questions.

"Bang, bang?"

The book in her hand rolled down from between her legs and hit the ground with a muffled sound.

A thin face was pressed against the car window. The man had a messy beard and messy hair tied behind his head. His fairly straight face was tinged with strange colors because of the sticky and disgusting look in his eyes. Cointreau did not lock the car door when he left, and the man easily opened the door before she could react.

"Finally I caught you!" He grabbed the large stuffed bear and threw it on the ground, picked up the girl with one hand, and uttered dirty words to insult women, "You're going to complain?!"

Oh no, he thought he had complained, which led to his previous replacement.

The eight-year-old girl was trembling all over. Compared with the adults in front of her, her resistance was not much greater than that of a cat or a dog. The other party easily restrained her. In extreme fear, Miyano Shiho bit his wrist fiercely, using all his strength, and blood gushed out of the man's wrist in an instant.

While the other person was in pain and loosened his hand that was pulling his collar, Miyano Shiho quickly used his petite body to get out of the car and ran out. Before his feet touched the ground, he was grabbed by the hair and pulled back, and slammed hard on the seat.

It was over -

the pain completely annoyed the person in front of him. His face was horrified. He turned one hand and aimed it at her face and was about to hit her. Before the slap that he had used all his strength fell, his wrist was suddenly grabbed in mid-air.

Cointreau stood behind him, his woolen coat was taken off and hung in the crook of his arm, revealing a black suit with buttons buttoned up neatly. He smiled at the person who was swearing, yelling his code name and ordering him to let go, and gestured to the back seat to invite him to get in the car.

This gesture greatly satisfied the self-esteem of the code member. He sneered and waited for Cointreau to open the door for him before getting on the back seat, as if he had determined that the person who did not introduce himself was a member of the underground without a code name.

"Hey, drive away..."

This is one of the safe houses of the code member. He seems to have great influence in this area of ​​Boston, and his safe houses can be seen everywhere.

Cointreau drove in silence, and Miyano Shiho couldn't stop trembling. The man in the back seat had a malicious look on her hair.

Once she arrived at the safe house, she would have no chance of escaping.

She could hardly control her tears, and could only lower her head and let the tears slide down her nose. Cointreau picked up the stuffed bear that was thrown on the ground, dusted it off, and handed it to her.

Miyano Shiho remembered that Cointreau bought a doll for her expressionless face when she passed by the scenic spot in the morning. Her last hope was on this person who used fruit wine as a code name. Would this person help her? What good would helping her bring him?

Why are you crying? ! What's the use of crying? Why can't she be stronger...

She kept questioning herself in her heart, trying to stop her tears, but her body had already betrayed her, and her tears fell silently on the stuffed bear.

The car slowly stopped.

Have we reached the safe house?

Miyano Shiho trembled and raised her head. She didn't know what her eyes looked like. Before she could say anything that sounded almost like pleading, Cointreau opened the door and got out of the car.

Her heart almost stopped beating at that moment, and the sound of the back door opening startled her and she almost jumped up.

"Hey! What are you doing! You——"

The angry curses of the code member came from the back seat. She turned her head stiffly and saw a pair of hands wearing pure white gloves grabbed the man's collar and dragged him out of the car. Cointreau was able to drag the man forward with one hand, and the other hand was still leisurely to take out a cigarette box, bite a cigarette with his teeth and hold it in his mouth.

Miyano Shiho pinched her palm hard and forced herself to calm down. She didn't know what Cointreau's attitude was, but that man would definitely not let her go. She threw the bear aside and tried to open the car door.

It's not locked!

She quietly opened the car door and jumped to the ground. The beautiful little leather shoes on her left foot fell off in the zigzag with the pervert and were left at the factory gate. The uneven road surface made her bare foot bend, but she still did not stop her steps.

Miyano Shiho walked about ten meters away and hid under a tall billboard. She was surrounded by desolate bare tree trunks and had no way to escape.

She had to carefully stick her head out and look in the direction where the two left.

The author has something to say:

The timeline is not the same as Conan's, so Xiao Ai is only eight years old.

As for why the timelines are different, it will be explained in the next chapter~ (or maybe the next chapter)

System: Are you finally no longer satisfied with being a mother to four children, Chaoli?

Chao Li: What does the vest do have to do with me?

Thanks for reading!