Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

Five seconds later, there were two pills in his hand.

When his predecessor committed suicide, he took an A pill, which resulted in one pill being missing from his hand. He made it up now. Even if the organization regularly checks the quantity of medicines, he can still pay the difference.

safe.

ps: I think of teacher Guo Degang’s cross talk.

It is said that Teacher Yu Qian's father is a great philanthropist, and there cannot be a poor person within a radius of 20 miles of his family. One day the old man went out for a walk and saw a woman selling her children. They had no money to treat their children, and someone in the family had just died. The old man felt uncomfortable and quickly said to his subordinates, she is so pitiful, drive her away quickly, I don't like poor people.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 39 Along the way

Early the next morning, inside the Mihua Cafe.

Lu Ren handed Miyano Akemi a business card.

"It has my contact information on it. If you need anything, just call this number. You can call me at any time, as long as it's business."

"Ah."

"But there are a few points you have to remember. First of all, whether it's on the phone or in person like this, call me Lu Ren, and don't call me anything else."

"Ah."

"Second, starting from tomorrow, you have to pretend that you don't know me."

"Ah."

"Third, report the progress of your work to me every day. I have been in this cafe during the day. You write the progress on paper and hand it to me pretending to be casual. You can do this."

"no problem."

"Very good, let's talk about the plan. You do this first, then this, and then that."

"Yeah, I got it."

"You can do it yourself. Leave the final finishing touches to me. I will be responsible for dealing with those people."

Miyano Akemi hesitated, she knew exactly what Lu Ren meant.

That means several lives.

She hesitated for a moment and then responded softly, "Understood."

"Okay. You can go now."

"Luren Ren, about that matter"

"What's the matter?" Lu Ren put down his pen and looked up at her like he was responsible for interviewing job applicants in his previous life.

An inexplicable sense of oppression hit her face, and Miyano Akemi's breath was stagnant. But thinking of her sister, she mustered up the courage and stumbled, "It's about Shiho and I leaving the organization after the matter is completed."

"Shiho." Lu Ren was silent for a moment, "Sherry?"

"Ah."

"Gin promised you such a thing?"

Miyano Akemi continued to nod.

"This is an agreement between you and them, it has nothing to do with me. I am only responsible for carrying out missions. It's time for you to go."

"Yes"

Miyano Akemi stood up, bowed slightly to Lu Ren, then turned and walked out of the coffee shop.

Lu Ren never raised his head.

After leaving the store and walking on the street, Miyano Akemi was a little reluctant, but mostly relaxed.

She had half a mind to bargain, but ultimately failed to do so.

The person in front of her felt more terrifying than Gin.

Any bargaining is useless in front of him. He only has goals in his eyes, and any person or thing that stands in front of his goals will be cleared away by him.

This feeling is groundless. Miyano Akemi has never studied psychology, let alone micro-expression analysis, but this is what female intuition tells her.

Now, she can only think better.

At least Lu Ren didn't directly say that that was impossible.

Isn't it the other way around, this is possible.

People do not believe because they are worthy of belief, but because if they do not believe, they have nothing to rely on.

Now, she can only choose to believe.

Believe in the organization, believe in the slim possibility.

Besides, there is actually a good side.

For example, this boss is not a loser, but has real talent and learning.

Miyano Akemi listened carefully to his plan from beginning to end.

Linked to each other and logically consistent.

It can be said that the feasibility is very high.

All she had to do was follow the instructions, and she didn't need to make any additional changes on her own.

Moreover, Miyano Akemi felt an indescribable feeling of familiarity with this plan.

It was as if the vague and scattered points in her mind had been refined and summarized. This plan fit her perfectly.

It might be a coincidence, but the greater possibility is that this is a plan tailor-made for her by Lu Ren.

this kind of talent

Why would such a talented person become a criminal?

It would be great if this was used in the right way.

Miyano Akemi felt sorry for a while, then shook her head and smiled bitterly.

She was having wild thoughts again, realizing that she was a criminal about to rob a bank.

I have no position and no right to think about these things.

In the afternoon, Lu Ren put away his pen and paper and said hello to Shiina Hana, who was already busy, "Xiaohua, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow. Huh? Don't you order a cake today?"

"I won't order anymore. The children at home don't want to eat it. They say they are going to vomit."

"Wow, what a happy worry." Shiinahua blinked, her little face full of envy.

She also wanted to have the trouble of eating cake until she vomited, but her wallet didn't allow it.

"They don't think so." Lu Ren smiled, shook his head, and walked out of the coffee shop.

Not even two steps out, Lu Ren's cell phone rang.

Is there such progress in Miyano Akemi's work?

This efficiency is too high, right?

Lu Ren was startled, took out his cell phone and found that the call was from Ichihara Sensai.

Oh, it's newspaper news.

He pressed the speakerphone and answered the call.

“The Rice Flower Museum is suspected of having walking medieval armor.”

That case.

As one of the early classic cases, Lu Ren recalled it instantly.

This case deserves coverage.

His current writing skills will still be revealed.

But he can't do it, and there is no Kitajima Xiao. Let her write it and gain fame.

By the way, Lu Ren also wanted to see how her writing skills were recently.

Has it regressed, or has it made progress?

"Well, I understand. You contact Kitajima Xiao and ask her to come over tomorrow morning, and we can go take a look together."

"clear."

After arriving at the office, Lu Ren told Mao Lilan the news.

Just like the original plot, she immediately showed great interest.

Mao Li and Conan reacted indifferently. This thing was a lie at first sight.

Only children believe it.

"Dad, Conan. I have a day off tomorrow."

"Don't go."

"Sister Xiaolan, only children believe this kind of thing."

"Oh?" Mao Lilan clenched her right fist and hammered it on the iron storage cabinet.

The cabinet immediately deformed significantly.

Lu Ren moved his gaze aside and pretended not to see it.

As for Maori and Conan, they immediately calmed down and stood there with low eyebrows, waiting for their resignation.

"going or not?"

"Go, absolutely go."

Well, that's right. Mao Lilan nodded with satisfaction. She put her red right hand behind her back and turned to look at Lu Ren sitting on the sofa, implying expectation.

"Brother Ren, why don't you come too? Let's take a rest occasionally."

"I will go too, but I can't play with you. I'll go over with Bei Dao tomorrow to investigate. Let's see what the mobile armor is like."

"In this case, work is still important."

"Yeah. But I can go there with you and take the newspaper company's car."

"Is that okay? Wouldn't it be too much trouble?"

"No problem, I'm on my way anyway. The newspaper office is a six-seater commercial vehicle, so it can fit in all seats."

"Yeah. By the way, Brother Ren, where is your home?"

Not far away, Conan pricked up his ears, he was equally curious about this.

"My home is near Mihua Station."

"Hey, is it so far away?"

"It's okay. When I used to work in China, I had to cross a rice flower town from home to the company. Japan is not that big."

"., yes."

Double update ends today. Starting tomorrow, the author will start class again. Return to a healthy routine of going to bed at two o'clock and getting up at eight o'clock. Cover your face.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 40 Let me be fair

Early the next morning, a familiar car parked in a familiar location.

Lu Ren saw this scene from the balcony. He went downstairs, put on his windbreaker, opened the door and walked towards the car.

It's not cold today. According to my usual habits, I don't need to wear an extra windbreaker.

But besides keeping out the cold, the windbreaker also has a very practical function.