Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"gone?"

Inside the underground laboratory.

Ai glanced at the repairman who walked in and asked.

This is similar to the conclusion that I and Hiroki reached.

"She's dead meat." Lin Feng nodded, glanced at the large screen on the wall showing Hiroki still farming, and said with a smile.

"What do you mean?"

Upon hearing this, both Hiroki and Ai looked at Lin Feng with puzzled expressions.

“She felt that being with us during the time she was missing was a threat.”

"So she voluntarily returned to the organization, hoping to prove that nothing had happened." Lin Feng briefly explained Curaçao's thoughts.

“There seems to be no possibility of exposure.” Hiroki frowned slightly.

I've done a very thorough job, and it's unlikely to be exposed through any channel.

Of course, he doesn't know if anyone will see him running around like that in real life.

"No, I think she just doesn't want to live anymore, that's all," the evil scientist said calmly.

That's what it means literally.

Not wanting to implicate others or cause the organization to continue searching, he decided to find an opportunity to go back and commit suicide.

Find a plausible excuse to get by, and then find a plausible way to die.

When a woman falls in love, her IQ drops to negative numbers.

“She’s dead.” Hiroki nodded first, then shook his head.

Lin Feng's statement was not an exaggeration at all.

He was monitoring Rum 24/7, and it's safe to say that no one knew better than him what Curaçao had gone through during her disappearance.

The organization is brewing a storm; it has sharpened its knives and is preparing for a major purge.

Rum doesn't care whether you leaked organization intelligence or not.

After this incident, the other party will surely nip this dangerous trend in the bud.

This is a situation where there is no chance of survival.

"Get ready, we'll send Curaçao and Rum on their way tonight," Lin Feng said to Hiroki.

"clear."

Hiroki understood what the other person meant and made an OK gesture.

Suicide by mutual destruction, faking death to escape, these tactics have always been very useful.

However, the death of someone like Rum would definitely cause a major upheaval, and the organization would go completely insane.

Okay, they're usually pretty crazy.

"If you have time, you'd better send Gin away too," Ai said to the repairman after glancing at Hiroki.

"Heh heh, Sherry, got you!"

Lin Feng mimicked Gin's tone, speaking in a cold and aloof manner.

The tone and code name sent a chill down one's spine, and Ai glared at him fiercely.

"Gin is abroad, so it might be a bit difficult for him."

"He is forming a new task force and is looking for internationally renowned talent."

With a wave of his hand, Hiroki displayed photos of two men in black captured by surveillance cameras on the screen. The photos were a bit blurry, but after processing, it was clear who they were.

My older brother has lost a lot of weight.

Vodka remained the same, acting like a loyal little brother.

"I thought he was planning to retire from the martial arts world completely," Lin Feng said with a laugh.

"He came into contact with several famous martial arts masters."

"However, none of them had the ability to dodge bullets." Hiroki tapped on several news reports of tragedies in the air.

"It seems this task force was set up specifically for you," Ai said, glancing at Lin Feng. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Perhaps when we meet again, the world will have returned to normal..."

……

Polo Coffee Shop.

Lin Feng hadn't been here for several days either. He handed over the simulation plan to Hong Shu, and Hong Shu could come and take a look.

Today, Uncle Mori is the same as always. The children have gone to school, and he's idly sitting here drinking coffee with a newspaper in hand. He chats with acquaintances whenever he sees them, and shows off to his fans whenever he catches a chance to chat.

"I heard you moved recently?" Uncle Mori asked the repairman.

Is this kid being kept by some rich woman?
"Actually, I bought it a long time ago, but I just didn't want to move." Lin Feng nodded and ate the curry rice that had just been served.

This was specially made for Paul.

He actually figured it out and made it the most popular dish among customers who come to the restaurant.

Lin Feng always felt that this guy, wearing sunglasses and an apron, would be perfect for starting a brand or something.

Just posting this photo is enough to attract attention.

That's good too; we don't have to live a life of fighting and killing anymore.

"I wonder when I'll have a romantic encounter," Uncle Mori said enviously.

"Isn't there a pretty waitress at the bar you used to go to? I always saw you two exchanging glances."

The bar Lin Feng mentioned was just two or three streets away, not too far, and the snacks there were delicious.

The waitress was probably around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. She had a very attractive figure and dressed daringly, always revealing a deep cleavage. Of course, she was also very beautiful.

"You mean Miss Xiyue, right?"

"She was murdered in her home a while ago." Uncle Maoli said, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag.

Even now, he can still recall the little perks that the other party would occasionally give to customers late at night.

Because they are celebrities, the perks are a bit more generous, such as having someone grab their arm and ask for an autograph, or bending down to pick something up from their side...

Damn it, who killed her? I'll tear that guy to pieces!
The more I recall it, the more heartbroken I become.

Miss Xiyue is the kindest person in our area!
"That's absolutely outrageous!" Paul exclaimed indignantly upon hearing the conversation.

He had been to that bar once before, at Uncle Mori's invitation.

"The police haven't caught anyone?" Lin Feng turned around and looked at Paul in surprise.

Is this related to you?
It seems this female bodhisattva has taken care of quite a few people.

"Breaking into a house and committing robbery and murder, it's not that easy to catch the perpetrator."

"Damn it!" Uncle Mori slammed his fist on the table.

He was familiar with the case.

This is not the first time that criminals have followed lone women home late at night, assaulted them, and robbed them of their belongings.

"I think I still have a business card she gave me in my car." Lin Feng sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Accidents can happen to anyone, especially here.

"A business card?" Uncle Mori looked puzzled.

I've never heard of Miss Xiyue having any business card.

To this day, I still haven't even received the other party's private number.

"She invited me to her house for dinner a long time ago, and then she gave it to me," Lin Feng recalled.

"You didn't go?" Uncle Mori leaned closer and continued to ask.

“At that time, I was very busy. Mrs. Sakurada, Mrs. Kobayashi, Mrs. Noguchi… they had to take care of my business every day.”

None of them are any less beautiful than Miss Xiyue.

And, eating?
How can you make money eating out? (End of Chapter)