Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

Everything seems to be reappearing in the past.

The only difference is that Conan and Takagi entered the elevator together.

The red Mazda arrived at the Tokyo Tower with a roar. Sato jumped out of the car and pushed the crowded crowd all the way towards the center.

"I didn't even take out the car keys. Trust me."

Lu Ren, who was sitting in the passenger seat, loosened his seat belt, turned off the car, put the keys in his pocket, and also got out of the car and squeezed into the crowd.

Unlike Sato, Lu Ren did not run towards the blockade set up by the police, but was looking for his own team.

How could the Tokyo Tower explode without media involvement?

There must be people selling TV stations here.

After a while, Lu Ren successfully found the reporters under the banner of daily sales, and unexpectedly met an acquaintance. Kitajima Shinozheng stood in the middle of the crowd, staring at the reporters who were reporting the news.

This time the report seemed like she was leading the team.

Ignoring a group of young reporters who nodded and bowed to say hello, Lu Ren walked to Bei Dao.

"Brother Ren." Bei Dao turned his attention away from the previous reporter, turned to look at Lu Ren, and asked, "You don't look good. Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm just a little motion sick, it's okay." The pale Lu Ren pressed his eyebrows and then pointed to the reporter not far away. "Are you in charge this time?"

"Ah."

"Have you changed guard?"

"No."

"Huh? Are the other chief editors unavailable? You are not the entertainment chief editor."

"Yes. That's why the president asked me to come over."

entertainment……

Others try their best to care about the things they cherish, but in Kiyoshi Sato's eyes, it's just entertainment? Just an entertainment report that serves the public?

Lu Ren looked up at the Tokyo Tower in the distance, recalling the lightning-fast ride just now and Sato's anxious expression. After being silent for a while, he cursed: "This bitch."

"sorry."

"No. I'm not talking about you. You don't need to apologize." Lu Ren quickly adjusted his mood and said with a relaxed smile, "It's good to have you here, I happen to need your help with something."

"Brother Ren, you say."

"You should also have received the news. In addition to a policeman, there is also a child in the tower."

Bei Dao nodded.

"You know that kid too. Edogawa Conan."

"Yeah." Bei Dao pushed up his glasses, a little worry appeared on his face, "Is it okay?"

"It's okay. I believe him." Lu Ren took out a piece of orange fructose from his pocket and handed it to Bei Dao, "When they come out later, I hope you will focus on the policeman as much as possible and take as few shots as possible. Conan, it’s best not to take pictures.”

Bei Dao pinched the fructose and said seriously, "Is this a bribe for me?"

Lu Ren was speechless.

After a moment, Bei Dao smiled and said, "No problem."

She peeled off the candy wrapper, held the fructose in her mouth, and continued to ask: "Can I say hello to several other media people?"

"Can they listen to you?"

"It's not a big deal."

Seeing Bei Dao's understatement, Lu Ren just let it go. After a while, she turned back and gave Lu Ren an OK gesture.

"Thank you."

"fine."

Lu Ren asked, "Shall we have dinner together tonight?"

"Okay, how about ramen?"

"It depends on what you like. I'm fine with that."

"How about going to eat Japanese food? There's a new one in Tokyo, and it's said to be pretty good. I still have a coupon there."

"Okay. Wait until you get off work."

Lu Ren agreed without hesitation. He didn't like Japanese food, which was cold and in small portions. But that also depends on who you eat with.

"There's no need to arrive." Bei Dao shook his head, "I signed a one-day outing today. My task is to follow up on this incident. I will leave the newspaper work to Sentoshi for the time being. If he can't handle it, he will call me. ."

"That's good. Just follow me after you finish taking care of things here. Maybe we can get some exclusive news."

"Ah."

……

The last five seconds of the explosion.

Five, four, three...

The explosion ceases, and Conan defuses the bomb in the third to last second.

After he and Takagi walked out of the tower, reporters who had been prepared swarmed like hyenas.

Seeing Conan hiding behind Takagi intact, Bei Dao breathed a sigh of relief and softly comforted Lu Ren beside him, "Conan is already very brave. He shouldn't have to bear these things."

"Don't worry. They should have guessed the location of the second bomb." Lu Ren nodded at Takagi who was being interviewed. "He is really not good at acting. At this time, he should bow and apologize instead of being silent. Face."

"..."

"Okay, let's go over there. The show will start soon."

……

Dirty and dilapidated alleys.

The man in a gray and black suit was leaning against the wall, crying, and begging for mercy in front of him: "Wait a minute, actually, that's not me."

Sato stood opposite him holding a gun.

He raised his hands, "You must have often heard the voice of a child in your head." He pinched his throat and said, "'I told you to kill all the police.' No, that's not right, I should say It doesn’t matter who you kill. This, you can’t blame me.”

"A man like him was killed by a coward like you..." Sato cried and pulled the trigger.

At this critical moment, Takagi threw Sato down and the bullet passed by the gangster's ear.

Sato stood up and tried to break away from Takagi's hand, but was slapped awake by Takagi.

Takagi: "Isn't that what you have always told me? Serve the country and the people with honor and a sense of mission, not be dazzled by fear and hatred, respect human rights under any circumstances, and execute the police's powers fairly. You are not Have you always said this?"

Sato: "But, but..."

Takagi: "If you do this, Officer Matsuda will be angry."

Sato: "Let me forget about him!"

Takagi: "No, we can't forget him. Since it is an important memory, we can't forget it. After a person dies, he can only live in the memories of other people..."

……

The two began to kiss each other, hugging each other and bringing their lips closer and closer. They were so in love that they had no idea there were two people hiding nearby.

Lu Ren said softly: "How about this exclusive news?"

"Yeah." Bei Dao held up the camera and took two photos, his face glowing with a rare red light: "Everyone will definitely like the police love story."

"Forehead."

【Homo sapiens (excited)】

Lu Ren thought for a moment and decided not to disturb Bei Dao's interest. He walked around to a distance, took off the marginal mask, and returned to the scene again.

However, the two policemen, who couldn't help themselves, still couldn't find him.

It was Memu who arrived later that caused the two of them to separate like an electric shock.

Megure panted: "I heard gunshots, what happened?"

"It's okay, the gun went off." Only then did Sato notice Lu Ren's figure, and she subconsciously exclaimed, "Lu Ren?! When did you come?!"

"Don't worry, I didn't see anything."

Sato breathed a sigh of relief, and then realized that Xiafei's cheeks were as bright as red clouds. Takagi's face also turned red.

This strange scene made Memu murmur, but he didn't care about it the next moment.

Suddenly, a shrill scream like a slaughtering pig came to my ears.

Mumu looked over and saw that the prisoner was curled up and lying on the ground. He was covering his crotch with his hands, his eyes were white, and he was foaming at the corners of his mouth.

"What are you doing?! Stop it."

Lu Ren ignored it and continued to kick the dead dog under his feet with his hard leather shoes.

"Look, he's not happy. I understand the rules. It's a fight. I'll follow you around later."

"You, me, alas." Mumu sighed, turned away, and whispered: "Move quickly, the others will be here soon."

ps1: Reading silly [beep] novels makes me angry. If you don't want to promote anything, suppress it first. That's a bit of a relief. Suppress it all the way to the end. If you get stronger, you will definitely be beaten by a stronger one. Moreover, from God's perspective, the protagonist is as stupid as a pig, being led by the nose all the way. It is also a book written by a high-quality author. I*****. Readers who insist on reading this kind of book are really patient and have a good attitude.

ps2: 2001 ended and entered 02.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 339 That Midsummer

In an ordinary street cafe, Lu Renbei Dao sat across from each other, each with a cup of bitter coffee, both of them bowing their heads and writing furiously.

Suddenly hearing the breaking news, Bei Dao could no longer suppress the reporter's spirit engraved in his bones. When Lu Ren saw this, he took the initiative to postpone the dinner, found a coffee shop nearby, and sat down to co-write this article with her. Exclusive news.

No matter how delicious the food is, if you are worried about other things, it is better not to eat it. Anyway, the days are long and they have plenty of opportunities.

Take care of the immediate things now.

This exclusive report, which will be published in the newspaper tomorrow morning, will be jointly signed by Lu Ren and Bei Dao.

Lu Ren is responsible for the first half, focusing on the case itself, such as how to solve the mystery left by the prisoner. Bei Dao is responsible for the second half, focusing on the love and hatred between police and police, and between police and prisoners. Kitajima will sort out this part of the story. Of course, Kitajima will hide the parts that are not conducive to the police, such as the point where Sato intended to kill the prisoner.

Everyone was working for a living, and Bei Dao didn't want to prevent Sato from being able to continue to have public meals, and emotionally, she also supported Sato.

Bei Dao's embellished reports look more like romantic adult fairy tales and fables. In addition to the emotional entanglements, Bei Dao also recorded the words that Officer Takagi said that seemed handsome but were actually handsome, and prepared them to be made public together.

As for how to keep records intact, ahem, a voice recorder is a must-have for every great reporter.

In terms of writing, Lu Ren is a master and Bei Dao is an advanced expert. The news report written by the combined writing style of the two people, the case itself is exciting and eye-catching, and the East Post's own strong publicity strength.

With the powerful combination of the three, it is conceivable that tomorrow morning's morning paper will be very popular, and it is very likely that it will be reprinted.

Once this report is widely disseminated, the consequences are predictable. The two police protagonists of the story will definitely be talked about and mentioned often.

To put it simply, Takagi Sato is famous.

Of course, Gao and Zuo may not necessarily accept such a reputation. Rather, Sato, who is forced to become famous, will definitely be angry with Lu Ren.

Even celebrities don't like their true and private relationships to be made public. Don’t talk about ordinary people like Gao Zuo.

But, so what.

Bei Dao wants to write about this case, and she likes it. Just do it.

Lu Ren didn't take Sato's anger and questioning seriously, he didn't care. He is not money, so he cannot be liked by everyone.

Just like when Lu Ren beat up the demolition maniac earlier, he would beat him whether the police were present or not. Lu Ren doesn't care about police accountability.

Of course, there is no need for accountability in the end.

Mu Mu turned a blind eye, and Takagi felt sympathy, but he chose to follow Mu Mu without making a sound.

Not to mention Sato. Although she was awakened by Takagi's "love slap", for a person who had previously thought about shooting and killing the demolition maniac, the slap made her realize it and completely let go of her hatred for the prisoner.

That's certainly not possible.

In fact, when he witnessed Sato pulling the trigger on the prisoner as depicted in the original work, Lu Ren who was present couldn't help but feel a little sad.

A few months ago, during the Chou Silang case, Lu Ren and Sato had a private conversation.