Conan's grammatical investigator

Chapter 491 Contact Mark Allen
Twelve hours later, the plane landed at Los Angeles International Airport, 12 miles away.

在日本起飞的时候是下午4:00，经历了12个小时的飞行，应该是第二天的凌晨4:00。

But in the airport hall, Qin Zhibo saw that the current Los Angeles time is 12:00 noon on the day of departure from Japan.

That is to say, after a 12-hour flight, Qin Zhibo went back 4 hours from the time when he set off.

Of course, this is not due to time cognition confusion, but Los Angeles and Japan are in different time zones, and Los Angeles is 16 hours later than Japan.

On the plane, Qin Zhibo wanted to take a blanket to take a nap for a few hours, so he wasn't too sleepy right now, so he could go straight to work.

As the second largest city in the United States, Los Angeles has fully reached the urban construction level of a modern metropolis.

The constant flow of traffic and the cascading high-rises made Qin Zhibo vaguely feel that this place is more prosperous than Tokyo, Japan.

Finding a public phone booth near the airport, Qin Zhibo got in, took out his small notebook, and dialed the phone number he wrote down last time.

beep--

beep--

beep--

After three beeps, the phone was picked up and a man's voice came.

"Hello"

"Hello?"

Qin Zhibo took a deep breath before answering, "Is it Mr. Mark Allen?"

"Yes, It's me"

"I have news about Hira Ie, or Jincheng Xiaodu. If you want to know, come to the Red Mango dessert shop on Figueroa Avenue, and we will meet there."

".Who are you"

Qin Zhibo didn't give him a chance to continue asking, but hung up the phone directly.

From Mark Allen's reaction, Qin Zhibo has already judged that he knows the Pingliang Yijiang or Jincheng Xiaodu he mentioned.

Otherwise, he should directly ask "What" expressing doubts about the incident.

As for the chosen meeting place, Qin Zhibo chose it through the electronic map on the navigator, and the system's navigator function is still valid in the United States.

The location where Mark Allen mailed the package was on North Spring Street in the north of Los Angeles, which is a little farther from Figueroa Avenue in the city center than his current location.

If Mark Allen is currently active in the area of ​​North Spring Street, he can guarantee that he will arrive early.

Of course, this is not very necessary, because Qin Zhibo has the investigator's vision, and even if he finally arrives at the agreed location, he can still tell who "Mark Allen" is from among the guests.

The location in the city center can also ensure that the other party will not do anything out of the ordinary.

The Red Mango dessert shop is a shop that Qin Zhibo randomly found on the electronic map.

Coming out of the phone booth, Qin Zhibo came to the side of the road and took a taxi.

"Avenue Figueroa, Red Mango Desserts"

"OK!"

The black driver in the car probably regarded Qin Zhibo, a mixed race with an Asian face, as a tourist, and kept introducing good attractions nearby along the way.

Qin Zhibo did not refuse the service, and just enjoyed the city scenery of Los Angeles along the way. After driving for 27 minutes, the taxi finally arrived at the destination.

Qin Zhibo knew in advance that the taxi had entered Figueroa Avenue through the electronic map in his brain, asked the driver to stop at the intersection, and handed over the US dollar bills he had exchanged long ago.

"Thank"

The black driver in front took the fare from Qin Zhibo, and when he glanced at the odd dollars and cents, his enthusiastic black face drooped immediately.

Qin Zhibo was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had misread the number, and checked the money he took out with the money on the meter.

That's right.
Watching the black man frustrate the philistine's fingers, Qin Zhibo remembered that there is a tipping culture in the United States, whether it is taking a taxi, eating or staying in a hotel, it will cost more.

"Oh!"

Qin Zhibo took out another two dollars from his wallet and put it in the hand of the black driver. The driver's old black face became enthusiastic again, revealing his white teeth.

"Have a nice day!"

After getting off the taxi, Qin Zhibo walked towards the agreed Red Mango dessert shop with his suitcase.

Standing in the distance, Qin Zhibo turned on his binoculars and looked at the entrance of the dessert shop, where there were several large parasols and several sets of plastic tables and chairs.

There were some guests, but Qin Zhibo scanned the names on the heads of these people, and there was no such person as Mark Allen.

Haven't arrived yet?

Qin Zhibo was not in a hurry to go there, so he wandered across the street, always paying attention to the movement of the dessert shop.

Ten minutes later, a taxi stopped in front of the dessert shop, which immediately attracted Qin Zhibo's attention.

A foreign man wearing a white casual shirt and jeans stepped out of the taxi.

Qin Zhibo saw his name on his crisp, but occasionally gray haired hair. It was Mark Allen.

Mark Allen, 59, scientist, social credit 5900
After getting off the car, Allen went straight to the dessert shop. After scanning the customers at the entrance of the dessert shop suspiciously, he immediately looked up and looked around.

good intuition
Qin Zhibo, who was holding a newspaper, observed that no one else was following him, put away the newspaper and walked towards the dessert shop.

When he came to the dessert shop, Mark Allen, who was looking around blankly, noticed Qin Zhibo in the brown windbreaker at a glance.

In Japan, although the brown trench coat is the standard equipment for the image of a tough guy, on the streets of Los Angeles, it is somewhat out of tune with the surrounding street scene.

"It's you?"

Allen asked Qin Zhibo tentatively.

Qin Zhibo didn't pay attention to it immediately, he went straight to the plastic chair and sat down, then stretched out his hand to signal the opposite position, and looked at Alan who was a little dazed.

"Please come and sit."

Alan narrowed his eyes slightly, and sat opposite Qin Zhibo hesitantly.

"you"

Before Allen's words could be spoken, the waiter in the store came out with a small ledger.

The two ordered a glass of juice each, sent the waiter away, and the conversation officially began.

"You said you knew about Xiaodu, what's going on?"

Alan's tone was a little urgent, but Qin Zhibo didn't answer his question directly.

"May I ask what is your relationship with Miss Jincheng Xiaodu?"

Mentioning this, Allen's eyes lowered instantly, with some hesitation between his brows.

But after a few seconds of silence, Allen still answered.

"He is my daughter."

"Well, can you tell my daughter how she is?"

Staring at this old man over half a century old, Qin Zhibo said in a deep voice, "Your daughter is dead."

Hearing the death sentence in Qin Zhibo's mouth, Allen's eyes widened in disbelief, his old body stiffened on the plastic chair.

After a long time, he finally came back to his senses and asked, "How did my daughter, Xiaodu, die!"

Alan's tone was a bit strong, but Qin Zhibo didn't back down in the slightest.

"I could tell you about your daughter, but accordingly."

"You also have to tell me about the disease that turns her into a 'mermaid'."

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(End of this chapter)