Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

A handkerchief quickly covered Conan's mouth and nose.

Vermouth took Conan, who was about to fall to the ground, in his arms and said softly, "Have a good dream, my little detective."

Lu Ren looked at Koizumi Hongzi: "Why didn't you tell me that someone else was coming?"

"You didn't even ask."

"..."

"It seems I'm not too late." A 'female' with a high ponytail put her handkerchief back in her pocket.

"You've come just in time, dear."

High ponytail, thin lips, and narrow, fox-like eyes.

Judy covered her wound and said with difficulty: "You...are..."

Belmode was surprised. "You have been investigating for such a long time. You don't even know what Glen looks like?"

“Female…female?”

Belmode ignored Judy. She held Conan in one hand and put the other hand on the intercom next to her ear. "Okay, I got it."

Then she looked at 'Glen', "We should go. Akai Shuichi will be here soon."

"Yeah." Glen nodded and pointed at Judy casually, "What about her? Was she killed?"

"No need. She won't live long like this. I was counting on her to stay alive and say hello to Shuichi Akai on my behalf." Belmode reached out and patted Judy's cheek, "Shuiichi Akai will be here soon. You have to hold on until you tell him the truth."

"Ah."

Seeing that the sisters from the winery were about to leave, Lu Ren quickly said to Koizumi Hongzi: "Use magic to stop her bleeding. Then get in their car."

"Ok."

'Glen' was driving, Vermouth was sitting in the passenger seat holding Conan, and Lu Ren and Koizumi Hongzi were sitting in the back seat.

"I thought you were going to leave her to bleed to death."

"If you can save them, you should. I am a soft-hearted person and I cannot bear to see others die in front of me."

Koizumi Hongzi turned her head away and ignored him.

"Calvados was seriously injured. Tequila lost a hand. Cohen and Chianti were also injured. He is really worthy of being Shuichi Akai. Even with the ambush set in advance, he couldn't be stopped."

"Ah."

"You performed very well this time. I will commend you for your achievements when we return."

"What about him? What are you going to do with him?"

"Yeah, what should I do with you?" Belmore reached out and gently stroked Conan's cheek. "Drive the car up the mountain first. Get away from Akai Shuichi."

The car drove at a steady speed into the mountains. Koizumi Hongzi yawned, "Are we almost done? I'm a little sleepy."

"Almost. If you feel sleepy, go back and rest. I am really sorry to bother you today."

"See you later." Koizumi Hongzi left through a portal.

After driving for about another half an hour and completely entering the wilderness, 'Glen' stopped the car.

"We've arrived. Don't sleep. Oh, that's not right." Belmode took out a dagger and cut open Conan's shirt. "You have quite a lot of treasures on you. A heartbeat telemeter, a recorder... It seems like you have a friend nearby."

Conan opened his eyes, "I'll go with you, let him go."

He has now been forced into a desperate situation, and perhaps the only consolation is that Lu Ren is not Glenfiddich.

But what's the point of this? It's too late to say anything now...

Vermouth and 'Glen' looked at each other and both laughed, "Why are you so serious? Come on, smile."

"Don't go too far!"

Vermouth took off his coat and put it on Conan: "Don't worry, we won't do anything to you. This is also what Glen meant."

"What?" Conan was completely confused.

"You don't really think she's Glen, do you?" Belmode pointed at the fox-eyed driver. "That statement just now is used to fool fools. How could you believe it? Tsk, I don't like your face."

Vermouth tore off the Haibara mask from Conan's face, "Well, it looks much better now."

'Glen' also took off the mask on his face. He narrowed his eyes and smiled happily at Conan, "Long time no see."

"You... Asai Makoto?!"

"Just tell me to be honest. No need to be so polite. Hmm... where should I start? To put it simply, Lord Glen saved me on Moon Shadow Island. Since then, I have been working for the organization."

"Moon Shadow Island." Conan said in a dry voice, "Lu Ren?"

"That's right. From then on, or even earlier, your every move was under his control. Everything you saw and knew was what he allowed you to see. Are you surprised? Are you happy?"

Conan didn't reply. He started to tremble all over, probably because of anger.

"I don't know what happened next. You figure it out on your own. Although I don't know exactly what his intentions were, I think you should accept his favor. If he hadn't protected you, you would have died long ago."

Conan remained silent.

"I have told you the truth. The choice is yours. You can tell those idiots Glen's true identity. Or," Belmode reached out and tapped Conan's chest, "you can keep it to yourself. Goodbye, little detective. It's getting late, go home."

Vermouth opened the car door, grabbed Conan's arm and threw him out of the car. The car quickly restarted and drove away, leaving Conan alone standing there.

Inside the car, Asai Makoto asked, "Sir, there is one thing I don't understand."

"explain."

"What is your purpose in doing this?"

"Purpose? I can't tell you that. Are you mine or his?"

Honest was silent for a moment: "If I say I am yours, you probably won't believe it. But Lord Glen has never looked for me."

"Well, anyway, you have to come back to the headquarters with me tomorrow at the latest. It doesn't hurt to talk to you. I have two purposes. One, to give you credit. This time we thwarted the FBI's plan and caused them serious damage. Plus your previous contribution, after you go back, the boss might give you a wine name. You can be considered as someone I cultivated."

"I will never betray your trust."

"That's not what the organization does." Belmode waved his hand. "Second, I want to test Glen. I really can't figure this guy out. I don't know what he's planning or what he's thinking. He knows too much, and it's too dangerous. For some reason, I need to know his general position."

Belmode reached out and stroked the mask that Asai had honestly torn off earlier. "For example, if I say you are Glen, this kind of words can only fool that idiot Judy. There is no way Akai Shuichi will be fooled. So what action Akai Shuichi will take next is very telling. If the FBI starts to make trouble for Glen, it means that Glen has no connection with Akai Shuichi. If Akai Shuichi chooses to conceal it, then..."

Vermouth did not continue to talk, but Asai Chengshi was shocked. If Akai Shuichi chose to conceal it, wouldn't it mean that Lu Ren, as a senior member of the organization, was in collusion with the FBI?

This is a traitorous act!

"Anyway, once I know his position, it will be easier for me to proceed with my next plan. By the way, if you plan to tell Glen what I told you, remember to repeat it for me. 'Although I am calculating against you, I am also helping you. After all, your public identity is too easy to be exposed. It would be good to do more disguises.'"

After that, Belmode patted Honest on the shoulder and said, "It's up to you whether you tell him or not. But I suggest you don't tell him in person. Otherwise, some unpleasant things may happen. You have been in the organization for a while. You should know some of Glen's deeds."

Asai nodded honestly.

"Also, we'd better leave as soon as possible. Although I have some confidence, what if the FBI still chooses to put Glen on the wanted list? I know the little detective. He will definitely not tell anyone. But I'm not sure about Akai Shuichi. If things are really irreversible, then we have to run away as soon as possible. At least we can't go back to Tokyo for a long time."

Asai Makoto stepped on the brake subconsciously and asked hesitantly, "Is this... this possibility high?"

"Who knows? Half and half."

"..."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 387 Your little cutie is coming online soon

At the Tokyo branch, due to Belmode's strategic transfer, a group of winery cadres were seriously injured, and Lu Ren became the only winery executive who could still take charge.

"Multiple organs in Calvados' body were damaged and bleeding increased. He is being rescued in the operating room. Tequila is seriously injured. His left hand has been amputated. A transplant operation is being attempted on the index and middle fingers of his right hand. The warheads in Cohen Chianti's body have all been removed. They are recovering. .Several casualties among peripheral members.”

Lu Ren sat in the conference room, flipping through the peanuts and handing over a detailed report. In addition to the injuries of the members, the report also included the expenses that needed to be reimbursed for the operation.

"Ten, hundreds, thousands...so many zeros..." Lu Ren silently closed the report. It was better to let Gin take care of this thing. He would be back soon anyway.

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However, the results achieved this time seem to be good. FBI investigator Judy Stelling suffered a massive hemorrhage and was seriously injured. Four FBI agents were seriously injured and three died. FBI investigator Shuichi Akai, the silver bullet, was suspected of being slightly injured.

The last one made Lu Ren a little nervous. He looked at Peanut, "What do you mean a suspected minor injury?"

Peanut said respectfully: "According to Mr. Chianti's speculation, Shuichi Akai should have been injured to a certain extent. But the specific extent of the injury is not clear."

She thought for a while and added: "It is said that the sunglasses Akai Shuichi was wearing were briefly knocked off during the battle, and Lord Chianti said that his right eye was injured."

"Is the injury on his right eye greenish-black and evenly distributed? It looks like a panda's eye at first glance."

"Uh-huh."

"That's what I shot two days ago." Lu Ren held his forehead, "This group of trash. Why didn't they say, 'Under our fierce offensive, the enemy Shuichi Akai didn't show any injuries on the outside, but he was already in decline. It's obvious that he suffered serious internal injuries. He just kept it hidden, but given time, the internal injuries will definitely kill him.'"

Hua Mi took out a small notebook and pen and asked seriously: "Sir, what kind of internal injury is this?"

"Internal injuries. I'll teach you." Lu Ren said in a friendly manner, "As long as a person has internal injuries, he will definitely die. It's just a matter of time. Just like the internal injuries Calvados and the others caused to Akai Shuichi this time. Hmm. , he will definitely die if he lives for another sixty or seventy years at most."

"That's it, that's not it!" Halfway through the words, Hua Mi suddenly reacted, lowered his head quickly, and put the pen and notebook back into his pocket.

"Forget it, they have tried their best. Cross out the fact that Akai Shuichi is suspected of having minor injuries. Then in my name, I will prescribe them some condolences and health care products. Well, ask Gin to reimburse him."

"Why do you want me to reimburse you?" The door to the conference room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Peanut, who had just raised his head, hurriedly bowed his head in the direction of the door and said, "Sir."

Ginjiu ignored her, and Lu Ren said, "You go down first."

Then, Lu Ren handed the report on the table to Gin, "This is the specific cost of this full moon operation. It was Belmore's job, and I basically didn't participate."

Gin glanced at the long string of zeros in the reimbursement figure, and his face, which was not very good at first, turned darker. "This guy is Belmore."

Lu Ren began to sip tea comfortably, feeling happier when others had a headache than when he had a headache himself. By the way, the peanut tea art is quite good. It tastes much better than the blue one. Hmm... maybe it's because the organized tea leaves are better. I'll take some back later.

Lu Ren was thinking about how to organize the wool, and Ginjiu was checking the results. After seeing the specific results, Ginjiu's expression softened a bit. He handed the report to Vodka behind him, indicating that Vodka would handle these matters for him.

Although Gin was already an expert at spending money without getting anything in return, such as blowing up bases and repairing bases. But he still can't accept others doing this. He pulled out his chair and sat opposite Lu Ren.

"That Kudo Shinichi, how is your investigation going?"

"It's fake." When he mentioned this, Lu Ren spread his hands, "It was pretended by someone else. Unfortunately, I thought he really came back from the dead. It's not interesting."

"That's really boring."

"Who says it isn't?" Lu Ren drank the last sip of tea in the cup, stood up and walked to Gin, "I have really worked hard on myself during this period. I want to give myself a long vacation. If you don't have anything important to do, don't come. Looking for me. See you later."

"..."

Gin, who had just finished cleaning up rats in Kyoto and then returned to Tokyo without stopping, felt like he was suffering from internal injuries. Provided he knows the definition of internal injury. Anyway, that's the general meaning.

After a long while, Gin took out his cell phone, punched a number, and said directly after the call was connected: "We are short of manpower in Tokyo right now. Transfer a few more people over."

"Well. Then let Kiel go. Remember to arrange an identity for her."

"Row."

After hanging up the phone, Gin sat in the conference room for a while before getting up and leaving. Wherever he passed, peripheral members on both sides bowed their heads to show respect. Gin caught a familiar question and asked, "Where are the others Glen?"

Peanut replied: "Master Glen has left."

"..." Ginjiu felt that his internal injuries were a little more severe. He returned to the conference room and took out his cell phone again to call Lu Ren.

After the call was dialed, Gin didn't give Lu Ren a chance to speak, and directly answered: "This is the last task that the organization will give you in the near future. In a few days, the organization will transfer Kiel to Tokyo. You are in charge Go pick her up and give her a clear identity."

"Row."

At this time, Lu Ren was sitting in his Porsche, with a pile of exquisitely wrapped gift boxes placed on the passenger seat. Of course, these are all details.

The focus now is the phone call Gin made just now.

Kir, Kir, Mizuno Reina. Liquor-name cadre, CIA undercover. Host and reporter of Japanese TV station.

As soon as Belmore left, Kiel was transferred again. The organization really values ​​the three-acre area of ​​Tokyo.

But having said that, was it actually he who was responsible for arranging Shui Wu Lian's identity?

This is not difficult for him. After all, he has a small network of connections at Dongbao, the superior of Nippon Television Station. Can be said to be able to speak.

Thinking of this, Lu Ren temporarily changed his destination and drove towards Dongbao.

Half an hour later, Lu Ren arrived at the door of the newspaper office. He parked his car nearby, picked out a gift box from a pile, and then walked all the way to the president's office.

"Old man, I'm here to see you."