My lover is this organization

The front wheel of the landing gear was indeed properly retracted, and it was placed horizontally under the partition as tightly and steadily as an old dog.

Also lying there was a bespectacled boy who looked no more than six or seven years old, holding tightly in his hands two data cables of the landing gear sensors. His cheeks were frozen to a sickly red by the cold air currents at high altitudes, and some frost had condensed on his hair and clothes. He had already fallen into a coma.

But still alive.

"Hiss~ I remember that this unlucky kid seemed to be..." Qin Wuque took a breath when he saw this.

He was not surprised that the other party could still survive under such circumstances, but was this way of getting on the plane a little too Tom-like?

This kid…maybe he could split a tree in half with his crotch.

"This boy is..."

By this time, Jisi had also arrived. He was slower than Qin Wuque, but still arrived in time. His eyes fell on Conan who was lying quietly under the landing gear partition, and he couldn't help but reveal a look of seven parts shock and three parts confusion.

Translated, it means - what do these Japanese women and children eat to grow up! ?

"Why, do you know him?"

Qin Wuque crawled down and reached out to grab it while speaking. He hooked Conan's collar with his long arms and lifted him up like a roasted chicken.

Oh, it’s frozen hard.

Qin Wuque was somewhat thankful that he didn't have any hair on his hands to directly grab the skin on the back of the neck, otherwise the unfortunate kid's neck would have been shattered into pieces of ice by now.

"This young man had seen through the assassin who was about to poison the princess at the previous banquet..." The young earl stopped talking halfway through. He probably realized that this was not the place to talk, so he gestured for him to follow him. "There is heating in the lounge, which can help him recover his body temperature quickly."

Qin Wuque nodded and said.

"Okay."

So the two of them walked through the cabin one after the other.

Jisi was still responsible for leading the way in front, and Qin Wuque followed behind, staggering like a roast chicken shop owner holding a butcher knife and carrying an unlucky kid.

The door of the lounge room was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Xiaolan, who was sitting on the sofa in a daze, woke up immediately. When she saw Count Keith walking into the lounge, she was about to say something, but her eyes were involuntarily attracted to Qin Wuque who was following closely behind him... and Conan, who was almost frozen into an ice sculpture in the latter's hand.

The girl's delicate body trembled violently.

"Conan!?"

Xiaolan suddenly stood up from the sofa, ran to Qin Wuque's side, raised her hands at a loss, as if she wanted to touch him but didn't dare to.

"What happened to Conan? Why is he on...the plane?"

"We'll talk about this later. Xiaolan, don't touch him yet." Qin Wuque slowly put Conan on the sofa. "I can only say that this naughty kid tried to get a free ticket and sneak into the country for a trip, but he almost locked himself in the landing gear compartment and froze himself into an ice sculpture."

"Ice...ice sculpture?!"

Although Xiaolan didn't know what had happened, she could guess something from a few key words. She was so anxious that she almost cried.

"It's not as serious as you think, Miss Lan." The young earl came to the rescue in time. "We found the boy in the landing gear compartment in good time. He just caught a cold and fainted temporarily due to the thin oxygen. He just needs to keep warm and let his body temperature return to normal. There will be no serious consequences."

"Then..."

Xiaolan was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she heard Kishi add another sentence.

"But if it's later..."

The unicorn girl from Tokyo couldn't help but purse her lips.

She is innocent and kind, but that doesn't mean she is stupid.

Keith's words couldn't be more clear.

If it was a little later, Conan would really be frozen into an ice sculpture.

"I've asked the maids to get a blanket. Just keep warm, drink some hot water once you're conscious, and you should be back to normal soon," said Kiji.

"Drink more magma." Qin Wuque also nodded.

Xiaolan: "..."

Not long after, the maids came to the lounge carrying blankets and hot drinks prepared in advance.

Qin Wuque, who was closest to Conan, took the blanket and helped cover him, while the hot drink was placed on the coffee table.

The maids were still whispering something to Xiaolan. Qin Wuque stared at Conan, who was lying unconscious on the sofa, his eyes changing again and again.

After a moment's hesitation, he took out his cell phone while no one was paying attention, opened a fingerprint recording software produced by Leicester, and secretly stuffed it into the blanket.

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The second update will be a little late. I have been a little obsessed with reading the book by the Apple boss these days. I stayed up late until after 2 a.m. yesterday and was completely stunned.

Chapter 111: Jigen Daisuke: I have one sentence...

It was three hours later that Conan woke up.

To be precise, he was awakened by the noise of the plane landing.

The long period of mental tension, coupled with a series of operations that were completely beyond the physical capabilities of a seven-year-old child, made him seamlessly switch into a coma-like sleep state after his body temperature and consciousness were restored.

When they woke up, they had already arrived at the capital of Vespania.

He also learned from his dear sister Xiaolan that all this was actually a plan discussed in advance, and the person who saved him was Qin Wuque, who he regarded as a breakthrough in investigating the Black Organization during the previous Egg of Memory incident.

To sum it up in one sentence: fate is wonderful beyond words.

Since it is a royal plane, there is of course a dedicated airport runway for parking the plane, and it is built next to the royal palace, so it is not an exaggeration to say that you enter the palace as soon as you get off the plane.

but……

"This palace is really retro."

As he walked into the palace unimpeded behind the kingdom's guardian, Qin Wuque, still wearing the funny cat head mask, looked around and couldn't help muttering to himself.

To be honest, if he hadn't taken out his phone in time to open Google Maps and take a quick look to confirm that he was still on Earth after getting off the plane, he would almost have thought that this royal plane had taken them all to another world.

Ah~ look at these green mountains.

Ah~ look at this green water.

Ah~ Look at this mottled city wall with old tree roots.

Have I traveled to some second dimension world like Re:Zero?

Why is there such a Western fantasy country on Earth in the 21st century!

Qin Wuque almost couldn't help but shout "Great" on the spot.

As a result, when he opened his phone, he found that it was actually on Earth, and in a small corner of the European plate, there was a country called Vesbania.

Absolutely.

Soon, under the leadership of Kishi, the people who had just entered the palace were taken to the reception room reserved for the royal family.

There, Qin Wuque also met an old acquaintance.

In the warm sunlight that shines into the room from outside through the colorful stained glass windows, a very distinctive figure sits casually on the sofa.

The man had a cigarette that had been lit not long ago in his mouth, his legs crossed on the coffee table in front of him, he was wearing a black suit that he never changed, a black round hat that blocked his vision, a thick beard, and unkempt hair that connected to the beard.

"Dimension Dajie." Qin Wuque raised his eyebrows slightly and revealed the other party's identity in one sentence.

"Ok?"

Noticing that someone had accurately called out his name, Jigen Daisuke, who had been leisurely lying on the sofa, puffing on a cigarette and sipping a cup of coffee, paused for a moment. He turned around and saw a funny cat-headed man walking in. He immediately looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Even his eyes, which were always hidden under the brim of his hat, widened a little, with the word "fuck" written all over them.

"Hey, hey, come on, why did the Vesbania royal family even invite a killer like you..." He adjusted his hat to hide the expression on his face and said in a low voice.

"Well~it's all business."

Qin Wuque held up the wide sleeves of his red dragon robe and walked slowly to the sofa. The funny mask on his face gave people the impression that he was smiling all the time.

"By the way, the one who invited me here this time was none other than Duke Girard, the second heir to the throne."

"It's him?"

Jigen Daisuke was obviously stunned for a moment, then he reacted immediately. His right hand, which was always in his pocket when not in use, trembled violently, but he suppressed it forcefully.

"So your purpose this time is..."

"Of course, we should scatter the Duke's ashes." Qin Wuque's tone became even more cheerful.

"……what?"

For a moment, Jigen Daisuke thought he didn't hear clearly.

So Qin Wuque nodded slowly at him in affirmation.

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Jigen Daisuke was even more confused: "That's not right... shouldn't you be..."

"Ahhhh~"

A childish voice suddenly came from the side, causing the two men who were talking to shut up at the same time.

Conan, who had returned to normal, was standing aside, tilting his head and looking at the two of them with curiosity.

He said in a baby voice, "So Quegege and this unshaven-bearded uncle are acquainted with each other?"

"what……"

Daisuke Jigen really wanted to cover his face and say that he definitely didn't know this killer, but someone spoke faster than him.

"Well, I guess so." Qin Wuque's voice came from under the mask, "After all, I'm a freelancer, so it's normal for me to know more people, right?"

God damn, you are a freelancer, but your profession is too free, isn't it? Free America with gun fights every day?

Jigen Daisuke complained loudly in his mind.

At this time, Xiaolan also walked in from outside. Seeing Conan pestering Qin Wuque beside the sofa, she couldn't help but become nervous. She recalled the experience in the open-air park near the Sakura Hotel last night and what Miss Fujiko Mine said to her at that time.

...Qin Wuque, like a pigeon without any emotion.

She hurriedly walked forward and picked up Conan, then stepped back a distance she thought was safe as if she were facing a formidable enemy, and said to Conan: "Don't interrupt others when they are talking, understand?"

"I know."

Conan, who had long mastered various cute tricks to get through levels, of course responded with a howl, but he vaguely sensed a hint of fear from Xiaolan's actions and eyes.

This emotion certainly cannot be directed at someone you meet for the first time.

The only thing that can scare Xiaolan here is...

Conan's eyes fell on Qin Wuque, who was still talking to Jigen Daisuke beside the sofa.

Sherlock Holmes once said that if you eliminate all the impossible options, whatever remains, no matter how unreasonable it is, must be the truth.

What on earth did this guy do to Xiaolan? !

As his imagination became increasingly uncontrollable, Holmes of the Heisei era could not help but clench his fists.

At this time, Keith walked in from outside.

As the actual manager of all palace affairs, he performs a position similar to that of a company manager when nothing major happens, including arranging and directing daily affairs, and temporarily receiving guests when the Queen is busy. In short, he is very busy.

Just now, he led everyone to the reception room and then went out, probably to ask the maid to prepare drinks and snacks.

As expected, after entering the room, he bowed slightly to everyone and said politely, "Please take a rest first. Drinks and food are already being prepared, and the maids will serve them soon."

"Oh, that's good."

Qin Wuque raised his eyebrows slightly, looking somewhat happy.

Amid everyone's puzzled gazes, he reached out and patted Jigen Daisuke's shoulder vigorously.

"Let's go to the bathroom!"

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Ah... facts have proved that not only will waking up early make you stupid for the whole day, but going to bed late will also make you stupid for the whole day. I went to bed at 2:30 am yesterday and woke up at 11 am today, and I am still confused. I feel that I am only suitable for the salted fish life of sleeping fourteen hours a day.

Really, I must never stay up late in the future. Go to bed early and get up late, it will make you healthy.

Oh, by the way, the book I read was the one about apple-flavored coffee, in which I became a nameless big shot.

Anyway, I have always liked his books. I first started reading The Gamer, then when The Gamer was banned, I read The Reincarnationist: Fall Flat, and now I am reading his latest book, The Unknown Bigwig.