Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

Then this should be the place where the wine-named cadres meet.

Lu Ren took out the first chair on the left and sat down, "Let's talk."

"That's right. Many scientific researchers here like Sherry-sama. There is a rumor in the organization that you killed Miyano Akemi and forced Sherry-sama to betray the organization. So some people have a certain hostility towards you, sir."

That's what happened.

Lu Ren smiled and said, "That's not a rumor. It's true."

Although there has been popular science before, the naming habit of Qi San is that the male member is a strong drinker. But there are exceptions, such as m16 Undercover Stout, which is a beer. It can also be said that Stout is an original character in the theatrical version, and his name was not chosen by Qi San. But since it exists, it is considered reasonable.

Ebisu has no problem.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 198 Good Brothers

According to Hua Mi, this was just a shallow guess.

However, in Lu Ren's opinion, this guess is very likely to be true.

Who can resist the enlarged version of Haibara - Miyano Shiho.

Based on this, Lu Ren's impression of Ebisu has changed.

The favorability continues to increase by one.

As long as you are Chef Haiyuan, then we are half brothers.

Well, except for gin.

His cooking skills have reached the point of perversion.

Just from the hair that fell off in the car, it was certain that it fell from Haihara's head.

This is outrageous.

rbq,rbq.

After this doubt was solved, Lu Ren was no longer prepared to stay in this room filled with the smell of paint.

One thing is very strange.

Gin obviously built the aisles so well, but it seemed like he was cutting corners in a place like this.

The smell of this paint is too pungent, like a low-quality product.

This is the conference room where cadres meet to discuss matters.

I can't figure it out.

"Xiaomi, take me around the base." Lu Ren stood up from his chair.

"Well, sir, please come with me."

Peanut once again led the way.

Under her leadership, Lu Ren took a preliminary look at the base and had a rough impression of this place in his mind.

Canteen, lounge, classroom, training ground.

In these four places, Lu Ren spent more than an hour and nearly two hours.

To describe Lu Ren's first impression of this base, he can only use two words to describe it.

It’s not technology, it’s not strict, it’s not cold.

But class.

Inside the base, class is everywhere.

And it's openly stated.

When ordinary members meet Lu Ren, they need to bow their heads and step aside, waiting for Lu Ren to pass first.

I won’t say more about this.

Dongbao is not much different.

But it’s different in other places.

Canteen, special canteen for cadres, canteen for ordinary members.

It's not yet dinner time, and Lu Ren doesn't know what the difference is between the two foods.

But there is a clear difference in the decoration of the two canteens.

On one side is the configuration of a star-rated hotel, and on the other side is the basic configuration of the school canteen.

Moreover, general members are strictly prohibited from dining in the members' cafeteria on the other side.

At the very least, everyone is treated equally in the cafeteria. Sato Kiyoshi himself also ate there.

As for the lounge here, let alone that.

Exclusively for wine-name cadres.

There is someone guarding the door.

Generally, members will be stopped as soon as they reach the door.

In other words, for Lu Ren's sake, Hua Mi was not stopped this time and was able to enter the lounge smoothly.

The things in the lounge are much more complicated.

There is a luxurious leather sofa in the middle, and fresh fruits are placed on the coffee table. There are two large cabinets a little further away.

One contains various snacks and snacks, and the other contains various famous wines.

Apart from the above, other areas in the lounge are more like private territory.

A small piece of private territory with a strong personal label.

The basic configuration of each territory is the same. A table and two chairs.

Only the chairs and tables vary.

And what’s on the table is very different.

Some are equipped with various car models; some are piled with guns and ammunition;

There are various specimens on display, the kind soaked in formalin. It looks very perverted at first glance;

There are also posters on the walls and stickers on the tables. Of course, there are also tables that are clean and have nothing on them.

If you look at it this way, Lu Ren, as a winery cadre, should also have a 'territory' of his own.

I just don’t know which piece it is.

And there is another thing that makes Lu Ren feel strange. This base has just been repaired.

Where are these things placed?

This morning, last night?

It has to be put away for a while.

Is it possible that the group of drunk members come here late at night and don't sleep, just setting up their own little den here?

It's a bit unreasonable.

"Have they already been here?" Lu Ren asked.

"No. We put it here." Peanut seemed to have misunderstood something and said hurriedly:

"Everything here is arranged exactly the same as in the last base. I should have told you about this, but Gin-sama told me not to bother you with such trivial matters. So I didn't tell you. I am extremely sorry."

"It won't happen again."

After all, it was Gin's order, and Peanut couldn't disobey it.

And Lu Ren could also guess Gin's intention.

It's just that there might be some things related to his parents on Glenfiddich's original table.

Gin was worried that this would irritate him again.

But if that was the case, the blank table was not his.

Judging from what Peanut meant, there was undoubtedly something on his desk.

Which one should it be? Where is his ‘territory’?

"Sir Glen, this is your table." Peanut took a few steps forward and pointed to a table. "Your collection is intact."

This table is more like an experimental bench than a table. Just the kind used in laboratories.

On the black table, there was something Lu Ren didn't want to see the most.

A pile of specimens soaked in formalin.

The specimens are stored in wide-mouth bottles. And behind a pile of jars, a photo frame can be vaguely seen.

Oh shit.

The pervert is myself.

Lu Ren didn't even want to conduct an appraisal to scan the specific information of these targets.

It feels like it will be very sacrificial.

This thing is divorced from the normal feelings of being a human being.

Don't think about it anymore, change your mood.

Lu Ren pointed to the clean white table next to him.

"This is."

"This place belongs to Lord Gin."

Yes, they are still neighbors.

No wonder.

When they met at the amusement park before, Gin didn't want to look down upon him, or even see him.

Put yourself in another person's shoes - a model worker who has finished his daily work rarely wants to take a break, but he is surrounded by a bunch of curious specimens.

This won't make anyone feel better.

"Okay, let's go."

Lu Ren looked around and lost interest.

If nothing unexpected happened, it would be impossible for him to come to this place again and face his pile of curious specimens.

You can see pretty much what you should see.

There is no Haiyuan's private 'territory' here, so there is nothing worth cherishing.

Haiyuan actually didn't mention this.

To be precise, Lu Ren did not ask Haiyuan for any details about the organization.

First, it’s not necessary.

The base that Haiyuan was familiar with had been blown up to the sky.

Second, it will look weird.

The winery officials don’t know this?

Without the memory of the original owner, Lu Ren was not prepared to talk to anyone.

He wanted to keep this secret in his heart.

However, the lounge does not have the territory of Haiyuan, so you can guess it.

the reason is simple.

Shirley didn't know Glenfiddich.

He has private territory here, but Huiyuan certainly does not.