Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

I have to speak with enough righteousness and justice to make people feel that maybe I am really innocent. And don't let this continue to spread in newspapers and television.

Over time, people forget. I didn’t mention it again, and the matter just passed. "

"How could it be like this? Good or bad, how could it be so bad?"

As she spoke, big tears rolled down Shiina's face, dripping on the table and the back of her hands. She cried very sadly, "That employee is so pitiful, and his relatives are so pitiful."

Lu Ren touched his pocket and found that there were no handkerchiefs or tissues in his pocket, only coins and ghost coins.

These things of comfort were suitable for him, but not for Shiina Hana.

"This is just an assumption on my part. Be happy, this regrettable thing did not happen in this world."

".Um."

Lu Ren reached out and rubbed Shiina's head. The little girl's head felt different from Conan's, but it was also very soft.

Probably the difference between long hair cats and short hair cats.

"Xiaohua, remember this sentence. 'We live in an era of information bombardment. We are destined to be unable to remember everything, but we must at least remember what we have forgotten.'"

"I can't remember. But I'll try."

"enough."

In fact, I really wanted to write, "Shinichi, it's your father and me!" But I held back because it ruined the character.

Again. Everything written by the author is completely fabricated, as if it is the same, and will never be acknowledged.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 88 Opening

After re-dressing, Kudo Yukiko took Conan back to the Maori Detective Agency and expressed her intention to the Maori father and daughter.

"Want to continue living here?"

Maori looked embarrassed. Upon seeing this, Kudo Yukiko immediately took out a bankbook and stuffed it into Maori's hand.

"This is Conan's living expenses. Please feel free to use it as you wish."

Ten million, ten million? !

Maori put away his bankbook at the speed of light and smiled happily, "Madam, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of Conan for you."

"Well. Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Mori."

Kudo Yukiko turned her attention to Mao Lilan who was standing aside.

She thought for a moment, put her hand on Conan's back, and suddenly pushed him into Mao Lilan's arms. Her fat face was full of wrinkles, and her narrowed eyes were full of narrow smiles.

"Conan, this kid, likes you very much."

Mao Lilan hugged Conan and affirmed, "I also like Conan very much."

In the evening, Lu Ren sat at his desk and began to sort out today's manuscript.

Usually at this time, there is nothing particularly important. He usually works on cases at the Maori Firm.

The only exception is today. There is a high probability that it is not a case but Kudo Yukiko.

He had already seen Fei Yingli, the former Emperor's Double Flower.

A very capable strong woman.

Like an iceberg floating on the sea, it feels completely cold just from the outside.

At the same time, reason will clearly warn that for everyone who tries to get close to her, the iceberg hidden under the sea will only become thicker.

Don't make yourself unhappy.

Beauty is awe-inspiring and inviolable.

So, what is Kudo Yukiko, the other one of the Teidan Twins who was once famous all over the world, like?

It was undeniable that Lu Ren was indeed curious.

This curiosity alone was not enough to drive him to meet Kudo Yukiko now.

If I have this time, I might as well organize my manuscript, or think of a few jokes.

When Shiina Hua cried in front of him today, Lu Ren realized that he was so boring.

I couldn't think of a suitable joke to make her happy.

If you poke a person's lung tube, it's better to grab a handful.

As for inappropriate jokes, catch them as well.

It's all a dirty joke in a wine shop.

This is even more impossible to say.

Lu Ren could not think of other ways to comfort people.

After work, tears and sadness become bargaining chips.

Some trading partners go to great lengths to sell tears and sadness.

When this became Lu Ren's normal life, and suddenly encountered pure sadness and tears, Lu Ren was a little overwhelmed.

He lost his ability to comfort others and his ability to empathize.

beep--

Lu Ren answered the phone, "Lan, what's the matter?"

"Well, Conan is back again."

"That's it. That's good. Lan, I have a call coming in from here. Hang up first."

"Ah."

Lu Ren hung up Mao Lilan's phone and answered another more important call from Belmode.

"Any progress?"

"Well, we found the body of a little mouse."

Glenfiddich's request is not too outrageous to say the least.

The easiest way is to search according to the picture.

It's hard to find corpses that meet the requirements, so you might as well think more vividly.

People who meet the above conditions are actually easy to find.

1.7 meters tall, male, on the thin side. Just satisfy these three items.

As for freshness, wouldn't it be fresher if you kill it now?

It's just that Belmode was not very willing to let her do this on her own.

But it doesn't matter if she can't come, because there is gin.

Just say that there is a mouse in the organization and tell Gin the physical characteristics of the mouse.

She didn't have to worry about the rest.

The most I can tell Gin is that if the corpse is used by Glenfiddich, please keep it as free from obvious trauma as possible.

It turns out that the effect is very good.

The only bad thing is that Gin's ability to kill people with his bare hands needs some practice.

The little mouse's cervical vertebrae were shattered.

The head and body are now completely connected by a layer of skin.

It is unknown what exactly Gin did to the deceased.

Belmode didn't dare to use force now, for fear of pulling the head off the dead man's neck.

"Send it to you now?"

"Put it there. I don't have any place to put it here. Once we start taking action, just ask your men to take the body with them."

"Should I take this with me when taking the sea route?"

"Ah."

"In that case, you'll have to rent a boat yourself."

"I'll leave these things to you. I'll check the time first and see when it's more appropriate to leave. I'll contact you later."

Lu Ren hung up the phone and started flipping through the calendar.

Next full moon.

It was three days later.

We have to leave a day early to avoid bumping into Conan and his gang.

Lu Ren called back and said, "We will leave there the day after tomorrow. You are responsible for making preparations."

"Ah."

Two days later, Lu Ren arrived at the agreed place and formally met with Belmode. They had previously contacted each other by phone.

With the help of the original plot, Lu Ren easily recognized this beauty.

The same goes for Belmode.

Not that strange.

The wine-name cadres must have met each other face to face.

There were only a few bottles of wine in the winery.

There are just a few people who have gone through more than a thousand episodes over and over again.

There are still a few bottles that only live in memories.

Finally, a few bottles of new wine came out, Riesling, Stout, Aquavit.

They are all undercover agents from various countries.

They were slaughtered one by one by Gin.

Otherwise, the winery will take pills sooner or later.

On the surface, the red and black forces are extremely unequal.

It's all supported by Gin alone.

It's too bad. Fortunately, he is a fake wine.

Beside him, Belmode, who was smiling and smoking a slim lady's cigarette, seemed to have had a lot of water mixed in.

At least when it comes to Conan Maorilan, that's risking death.

He even didn't hesitate to hitch a ride with Calvados, the excellent sniper in the winery.

Tsk, let’s not talk about anything else.

Belmod is really skilled at killing his teammates.

Although they are barely on the same front, they must not let their guard down and be careful about this woman.

After all, he has a criminal record. The province will be sold by her one day.

Belmod smoked one cigarette after another to kill time. There is nothing else to do at sea.

It's good to chat to relieve boredom. But that only requires the person next to her to be willing to pick a fight.

After meeting, Bellmode discovered that Glenfiddich was still the same as before, as cold as ice.

Only the circles under my eyes are heavier than before. Nothing else has changed at all.

Pale complexion and calm temperament. It also has a bit of bookishness.

Who would have thought that this is the kind of guy.

He is so skillful at killing his teammates.