Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

"I know." Gin interrupted Belmod directly, "We have enough money, it's time to implement the plan."

"plan?"

"Well, kill Pisco and let Glen do it."

Gin believes that Glenfiddich's current state is still within control.

The killer is a bit eccentric, which is completely understandable.

For example, Vodka can't put it down for those stupid frog glasses.

Glenfiddich likes to stand next to corpses and smoke and burn money, and there's nothing wrong with that.

As for Belmod, he began to think about the content of the plan that Gin just mentioned.

Pisco, the largest source of funding for the Tokyo branch.

The organization wants to get rid of him.

No wonder, no wonder Gin was so diligent in making money during this period.

Belmod gradually understood everything.

just

"You think this will work?"

"Have."

"I hope so." Belmode was skeptical, and she turned her gaze, "Where are the Glen people?"

And why is the body missing?

"He just carried Miyano Akemi into the car and left." Vodka immediately replied.

The boss chats, and he is responsible for keeping track.

Just become aware and that's it.

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Take the body away, what are you planning to do?

Belmode didn't want to think about it, so she looked at Gin, "Whether it's useful or not, you have to hurry up and implement the plan."

"Ah."

It's half past two in the afternoon.

Lu Ren put away his phone and waited until Miyano Akemi was settled before taking Conan to buy clothes.

As for what happens in the future, we’ll talk about it later.

Anyway

There is still some time before Haiyuan appears.

As for Akai Shuichi, the time dragged on even longer.

If he works hard, he can draw two to three more golds.

Having seen the power of golden-quality extermination bombs, Lu Ren is now confident.

At three o'clock, Lu Ren parked the car in front of a certain apartment.

He put on a Marginal two-piece suit and entered the apartment with Miyano Akemi in his arms.

Strictly speaking, this apartment is Lu Ren's other home.

The newspaper office provides exclusive apartments for employees, which are fully equipped and can be moved in with just a bag.

Bei Dao Xiao lives here. Lu Ren doesn't know which one specifically.

The house is not big, but if only one person lives in it, the space is definitely enough.

One bedroom, one living room, one bathroom, and a balcony.

After all, we live for free, so the requirements cannot be too high.

It's just that it hasn't been cleaned for a long time, and the house is covered with a layer of dust.

As expected, Lu Ren put Miyano Akemi on the sofa and took out a letter and a wad of yen from his pocket.

The letter was written last night, and the money was withdrawn from the bank this morning, one million.

After putting the two items on the table, Lu Ren thought about it and put a spare key to the apartment on the table.

Lu Ren glanced at Miyano Akemi one last time, turned and left.

After leaving the apartment, Lu Ren took out his mobile phone and called Conan, "Are you at home now? I'm done here."

At four o'clock, Miyano Akemi opened her eyes.

She covered the back of her neck, sat up from the sofa, and immediately saw the thick pile of money on the table and the envelope next to it.

Is this for her?

Miyano Akemi opened the envelope and took out the letter paper inside.

After seeing the content on the letter, she was instantly sure that it was written by Lu Ren.

This familiar handwriting, and this familiar paper.

In the past month, Miyano Akemi has been seen frequently.

She took a few deep breaths and read the letter carefully.

I hope she can find answers to her questions in this letter.

One minute, five minutes, a quarter of an hour.

Miyano Akemi put down the letter and looked in a daze. The amount of information in this long letter was very large.

She is now dead and free.

Wherever you want to go, what you want to do.

The money on the table was also left for her.

At the same time, Lu Ren also promised that he would also rescue Miyano Shiho.

The price she has to pay is that from now on, she can no longer have any contact with the winery.

And it is best to leave Tokyo and live in other cities, such as opening a flower shop in Hokkaido.

But it requires a new identity and a new face.

Are you kidding? This is not considered a price at all.

"Do you think I am a child? This kind of thing is impossible no matter how you think about it."

Miyano Akemi sat for a moment, then she got up and walked to the bedroom, turned on the computer, and plugged in the tissue-specific USB flash drive.

A window of a crow about to fly popped up on the computer. There was a red progress bar right below the dark page, which was loading slowly.

"I must be crazy."

After a few minutes, loading is complete.

Miyano Akemi clicked on the scrap list of peripheral members of the winery.

first row.

Miyano Akemi - Death.

"How can it be"

I originally planned to actually write a letter. But after thinking about it, I decided to forget it.

Not that kind of writing. Cover your face.

In the setting, Lu Ren's writing is already at a master level.

The result was a bad letter.

The author is afraid of being chased and scolded—that’s it? Is this the letter written by the master? That's it?

There really are such people, and the author has met quite a few.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 112 Believe in Ke Xue

Miyano Shiho, 18 years old, codenamed Shirley, is a genius scientist who is engaged in drug research in a winery.

For a little bit of bad taste, I put coffee and sugar cubes in chemical reagent bottles.

The coffee brewed in this way will not taste better.

Just doing this will make her feel a little better.

But today, Miyano Shiho couldn't pick up the reagent bottle. She tried several times but couldn't hold it firmly.

His hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Miyano Shiho gave up making coffee and sat in front of the computer, staring at the screen.

Data that were usually very familiar suddenly became obscure and difficult to understand.

Can't see into it.

She looked at the time on her computer.

It's five o'clock in the afternoon.

There’s still time left until get off work

Miyano Shiho threw her previous thoughts away. She opened the drawer, took out the USB flash drive and inserted it into the computer.

Familiar crow page, slow loading progress bar.

This is the organization's website. Designed by a well-known cadre who specializes in computers.

The website is divided into internal and external networks.

The external network is used by the outside of the winery and general members.

The intranet is used by wine-name cadres.

However, there are exceptions to everything. Miyano Shiho cannot access the intranet because she is a scientific research member.

External network permissions are also restricted. You can only watch, but not speak. You can be a quiet tourist.

Miyano Shiho rarely logs into this website.

It's not that I'm unhappy about having limited authority.

However, the content on the website is unsightly.

Bloody, violent and obscene.

People's darkest, dirtiest, and ugliest desires are exposed in this secret tower of sin.

Everyone in the tower is guilty, and she, who cannot escape from the tower, is also guilty.

There is no light here, only darkness.

her light

The ominous, gratuitous feeling intensifies and climbs as the progress bar loads.

Miyano Shiho began to have trouble breathing.

The first line of entry is the scrap list of peripheral members of the winery.

"No, it's impossible." She shook her head repeatedly, but her hand moved the mouse uncontrollably and clicked.

Miyano Akemi - Death.

This line of black and red letters is eye-catching.

The smell of blood that hit his face gripped Miyano Shiho's heart.

"No, it's impossible."