People live from five to nine in Conan

Gin turned his head, his expression turned cold again.

This time, Mu Yuan turned his head, looked into GIN-sang's eyes, and said seriously: "Gin-sang, I think Erquan Temple has been targeted by someone."

"Ah……"

Bitter murderous aura spewed out, and under Vodka's trembling gaze, Gin grinned and said:

"A member of Congress..."

Chapter 73 Sacrifice, Preparation

Tokyo, Ota Ward, Denenchofu, Tengyuan House.

In the spacious master's study room, Fujiwara Wanguo held a new crutch and stared at a letter on the table.

This letter was written by him just now, and it is related to the future of the Fujiwara family.

"Dong dong..."

There was a short knock on the door.

Fujiwara Wanguo withdrew his gaze and said softly, "Come in."

"Mr. Fujiwara, are you looking for me?"

The young new butler pushed the door open, and was about to go forward when he was interrupted by Fujiwara Wanguo raising his crutch.

"Close the door." Fujiwara Wanguo pointed to the double-layer soundproof doorway at the door of the study.

"Yes!" The young butler's eyes flashed with joy, he hastily closed the doors on both floors, and then said, "Father, you are looking for me..."

"Shut up!"

Fujiwara Wanguo sternly knocked down the joy in the eyes of the young housekeeper.

There was a moment of silence in the study.

It wasn't until the astonishment on the young housekeeper's face disappeared that Fujiwara Wanguo said: "Go and give this letter to Qianhua, and go now."

"Yes! Father... Mr. Fujiwara."

The young housekeeper stepped forward respectfully, and took the letter paper from Fujiwara Wankuo's hand.

Since the letter was not folded or stuffed into an envelope, the young butler could see the contents of the letter at a glance.

"Qianhua, someone who can fulfill your wish has appeared, and he is Mu Yuan, the new abbot of Erquan Temple. According to the agreement, you will be the next head of the Fujiwara Patriarch——Fujiwara Wanguo."

The young housekeeper couldn't help but read the contents of the letter, and then he was shocked and said: "Father!"

It was quiet again in the study.

After a while, it was Fujiwara Wanguo who spoke first, but this time, he did not correct the young man's address to him.

"Jiro... go down, remember to hand over the letter to Qianhua, of course, even if you don't... the result will be the same."

Harano Jiro, or Fujiwara Jiro, clenched his fists tightly and said in a deep voice, "It's... Teacher Fujiwara."

When he turned to leave, the light of hatred flashed in his eyes.

...

"Clap!"

The door of the study room was closed with a little force.

Fujiwara Wanguo stared at the door, shook his head, very rarely put the crutches on the shelf beside him, and slowly sat down on the chair behind him.

He leaned on the back of the chair relaxedly, staring at the luxurious algae well above the study, and suddenly sneered and said:

"Ha! Do you really think that the old man stood up this time to compete for that position with you old fellows?"

"How can a person with such serious sins as the old man get the sincere help of the Buddha?"

"There is only one person in my Fujiwara family who can get help from Buddha, and that person is not an old man..."

"Come on! Come to the old man! Jiro is also good, you all come!"

"Do you think the old man is afraid?"

"Using personal sacrifices in exchange for the prosperity of the Fujiwara family for the next hundred years, this is the head of the family!"

"Qianhua, everything in the future depends on you..."

The old man's voice became smaller and smaller, and snoring bursts sounded, and Fujiwara Wanguo fell into a peaceful sleep that he hadn't had for many years.

...

...

At midnight, the construction team was still busy on the open space in front of the Buddhist Hall of Erquan Temple.

Under the high-wattage lighting, the "workers" in suits were already sweating profusely.

Suddenly, everything in the field of vision suddenly shrank.

"Tch, these poor bastards will only work so hard when they are ordered by others."

Taking his eyes off the scope of the PSG-1, Chianti mocked with disdain.

On the side, Cohen, who was wearing dark goggles, turned his head, looked at Mu Yuan who was standing behind the two, and said, "Is this really the nearest sniper location?"

Mu Yuan nodded calmly, stared at the branches above, and suddenly said: "Attention..."

"Be careful?" the impatient Chianti stood up straight away, looked at Mu Yuan with his hands on his hips and said, "Little devil, do you think we are peripheral fish like you? But the distance is only about [-] yards, and I, Chianti, Tee... ah Biguli!"

A group of black shadows fell from the sky and fell directly into Chianti's arms, causing her to dance and scream in shock.

The black shadow was thrown by her to Cohen who was aside.

Cohen dodged subconsciously, but after seeing clearly what the black shadow was, he quickly reached out to catch it, but unfortunately, it was already too late.

Seeing it, the black shadow that fell from the tree was about to fall to the ground.

Cohen couldn't help but pursed his lips tightly.

Just at this critical moment... Whoosh!Another black shadow flashed by!

In the next second, a big hand appeared in front of the falling black shadow and firmly caught it.

"Crackling...crunching..." came the sound of chewing.

"This is..." A sniper has a big heart, Chianti quickly calmed down, frowned and looked at Mu Yuan's hand, "A squirrel? Damn! Still eating!?"

Chianti's eyes widened, and he looked at the squirrel in Muyuan's hand, which had its eyes tightly closed but was still gnawing on a big peanut.

She said unhappily, "You, a squirrel from Erquan Temple, can really do it."

Cohen blushed, and said softly: "Squirrels that still want to eat when you sleep..."

Chianti was taken aback for a moment, turned to look at his partner, and tentatively asked with some hesitation: "Cohen...you don't think you want to touch it, do you?"

"Is it okay... No, there is no such thing." Cohen turned his head quickly, and then turned back quickly.

Chianti: "..."

...

Mu Yuan couldn't see what the two organization cadres with the code names were thinking, but just based on the conversation between the two of them and Cohen's reaction just now...

"Do you want to adopt it?"

"Huh?" Cohen looked at it obviously very moved, but he quickly covered his mouth and said in a low voice, "Wild squirrels can't be adopted, right?"

"No, it's actually very simple."

Mu Yuan stretched out his hand and tapped on the squirrel's head, the little squirrel immediately opened its eyes, and even dropped the peanut in its hand to the ground.

"He is your master now, follow him." Mu Yuan pointed at Cohen and said softly.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

The little squirrel blinked suspiciously, and then, as if he had realized something, quickly climbed onto Cohen's shoulder along Cohen's trouser legs.

"Ah..." Cohen's fingers trembled a little, as if he wanted to touch the little guy on his shoulder, but he didn't dare.

Mu Yuan frowned, thinking that he guessed Cohen's thoughts wrongly, and then said: "If you don't like it, I can help you get rid of it..."

"No! Cough, I mean no need." Cohen covered his mouth and said in a deep voice, "This kind of guy will fall from the tree while sleeping, I will take care of it temporarily for a while."

Chianti: "..."

Why are you blushing! ?

...

"Cough, well, let's confirm the mission goal again!" Cohen coughed lightly, and said seriously: "Under good conditions, execute mission A and kill the target. If there are no conditions, execute mission B to cover your companions." Evacuate from the mountain road on the west side, and start the mission rehearsal now!"

"Understood!" Chianti returned to the prone position again, held his favorite gun, and confirmed softly: "The distance is 590, the northwest wind is [-] to [-] meters per second, start calibrating..."

Chapter 74 Driver Gin

"Buzz..."

Amidst the roar of the horizontally opposed four-cylinder air-cooled engine, Gin's car slowly stopped in front of the Kuwano City Hotel.

Vodka skillfully applied the handbrake, looked in the rearview mirror and said, "Brother! We're here!"

"Hmm..." Gin pressed down on the brim of his hat, took out a document bag from his side, and handed it to the driver's seat, "In it are your passport, working experience and other relevant certificates, this identity may be used frequently in the future, pay attention Don't draw the attention of the police too early."

"Yes! Big brother!" Vodka finished the document bag, and said straightforwardly: "But, big brother, why did we come to this hotel?"

Qin Jiu rubbed his brows, and said calmly: "You don't live in this hotel, where should Mu Yuan's invitation be sent?"

"Oh, so that's the case." Vodka nodded knowingly, and then said again: "Brother, if you want me to say that you don't need to bother, I will just rush in tomorrow and then..."

"Shut up!" With a stern voice, Gin suppressed the urge to draw his gun and said, "I want you to secretly get rid of that annoying guy Fujiwara Wanguo, not for you to take this opportunity to find an excuse to go abroad for vacation! There are already too many people in the organization. Nervous, do you understand?"

"Brother, if you said that earlier, I understand."

"..."

...

While chanting "Vodka is a useful talent", Gin took his driver to a suite on the upper floor of the Kubato City Hotel.

Opening the door, he rummaged through the entire suite. After confirming that there were no bugs or anything like that, Gin put the room card key on the coffee table, then turned around and said:

"Muyuan will send the invitation early tomorrow morning, you know what to do next, right?"

"Don't worry, brother, this is what I'm best at!"

"Well... remember, this time it won't work and there will be a next time. It's best not to expose it."

"yes, Sir!"

Gin nodded and said nothing more.

Although vodka... but in handling things...at least in terms of obedience, no one can match.

...

After walking out of the room and habitually wiping off the fingerprints left on the doorknob, Gin originally planned to leave directly.

But at this moment, the door of the suite on the other side of the corridor suddenly opened.

Gin narrowed his eyes, and reached out to touch the Boleta M92F in his arms...

"Bang!" The door, which had just been opened a crack, was suddenly closed again.

It looked as if the owner of the house was planning to go out, but suddenly realized that he had forgotten something.

Qin Jiu didn't see the figure behind the gap clearly, but he suddenly had a feeling.

"Click, click, click..."

Gin reached out to his left hand in his arms, and what he took out was not his favorite gun, but a stylish flip phone.

The keys of the flip phone made a crisp sound under his rapid editing.

...

"Buzz..."

In another suite, in the hands of a woman next to the door, a somewhat outdated straight-screen mobile phone lit up and vibrated twice.