Conan Rick's Investigator

It was not Qin Zhibo's original intention to get something for free, but Qin Zhibo's disguise skills still had some flaws and it was not convenient to show them in such a public place.

At the entrance of the memorial service venue, Qin Zhibo, dressed in a solemn black suit, showed his invitation letter to the receptionist.

The sweet-looking receptionist checked the names on the invitation and pushed a roster in front of Qin Zhibo.

"Please register your name here."

Although he had to maintain his foreign persona, he should still be able to understand such basic things, so Qin Zhibo simply picked up the pen and signed his name - Michael Bay.

After signing in, the receptionist randomly took out a handkerchief from a basket of colorful handkerchiefs next to her and handed it to Qin Zhibo with both hands.

"Thank~"

Qin Zhibo shook the purple handkerchief in his hand slightly frivolously, then formally walked into the venue.

As soon as Qin Zhibo entered the venue, two sneaky figures came to the pillar at the entrance of the venue.

It was Conan and Haibara Ai.

"Come on, didn't you say you weren't interested?"

Conan showed his half-moon eyes and looked at Haibara Ai who was clinging to his shoulder.

Huiyuan Ai did not shy away from the question and explained, "I was the one who made that medicine. I just don't want you to call me a murderer anymore..."

Although he didn't understand what being called a murderer had to do with participating in this operation, Conan still reminded him, "You have to be careful. I believe they must have received the news that the person who installed the transmitter is coming. I don't want to be discovered by them."

"It's not that serious. Haven't you already wiped out all traces? At best, they'll just think it's a prank by one of the organization's rivals."

At this time, Haibara Ai was a little more relaxed.

The two children discussed this as they swaggered to the entrance of the venue, and entered the banquet hall relying on their maximum stealth skills due to their small size.

……

In the meeting place, Qin Zhibo was conscientiously carrying out the mission of the Nine Angels and observing the surrounding situation.

Those who came to attend the memorial service for the film director were either rich or noble, which could be seen from the identity information and social credit above their heads.

Nanjo Miguo, writer, social credit 4800...

Sanping Kangfu, owner of a professional baseball team, social credit of 5000...

Tarumi Naoya, music producer, social credit 5200...

Kenzo Masuyama, chairman of an automobile company, has a social credit score of 7400...

Chris Wynyard, actor, social credit 10700…

Oh! Another person with a social credit score of over 10,000.

This actress named Chris Wynyard is the third person Qin Zhibo has met with a social credit of over 10,000. The first two are Shiro Suzuki, a billionaire, and the chief of the Japanese police, Superintendent Hakuba.

Although it was a memorial service, the upper-class people at the banquet had no intention of mourning for the dead while toasting each other. They treated it as a normal party for socializing.

The only thing that caught the eye was the lively crowd at the door.

There was a group of journalists surrounding a man with a big nose. The name above his head was Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi.

While watching the morning news, Qin Zhibo learned that this person was a member of parliament who was under investigation for accepting bribes, and therefore had been in constant turmoil.

If there is anyone at the banquet who is particularly worthy of attention, it is this person.

At this time, a waiter passed by with a tray of wine. In order to avoid embarrassment, Qin Zhibo stopped the waiter and chose from the ready-made wine on the plate.

There was no malt whiskey that he usually drank, so Qin Zhibo picked one at random.

With a trial mentality, Qin Zhibo took a sip of the wine in the glass.

This green glass of unknown liquor has a light taste, with a faint bitter aftertaste. Qin Zhibo feels that it is a kind of liquor that is somewhere between good and bad.

Just as he put down his raised wine glass, a voice sounded behind Qin Zhibo.

"Hello?"

Qin Zhibo was a little surprised when someone approached him silently from behind, and the golden curly hair on his head shook.

But then Qin Zhibo regained his composure, turned around calmly, and found that the person greeting him was Chris Wynyard.

Chris Wynyard, wearing a black deep V dress, is full of charm. Her slender fingers are holding a glass of transparent liquid. Judging from the shape of the cup, it should be just an ordinary glass of ice water.

Qin Zhibo was even more surprised to be approached by such a tempting lady who was as tempting as the forbidden fruit in Yindian Garden.

Chris Wynyard was already speaking fluent and pure English and took the initiative to speak to Qin Zhibo.

"It seems like we are the only two foreigners in this venue..."

"How about we have a good chat?"

Chapter 369: It’s not good to be too pretentious…

Chris Wynyard's sudden approach made Qin Zhibo feel a little nervous.

Although she was the one who initiated the conversation, Qin Zhibo could sense a hint of superiority and laziness in her gentle eyes.

Judging from the micro-expressions, Chris Wynyard had no other purpose in chatting up the girl, he was just looking for someone to talk to.

However, Qin Zhibo's answer was...

"A beautiful lady like you shouldn't be short of people to chat with to pass the time, right?"

Chris Wynyard was stunned for a moment, then her pretty eyebrows slightly bent down and her thin lips parted.

"Yes, but..."

"The Japanese English in this venue is a bit poor, and communication is very uncomfortable."

"If it's all about killing time, why don't I find someone I'm more comfortable communicating with?"

Japanese English is like this.

For Chris Wynyard, pretending to understand this half-spoken English was a bit tiring.

But for the sake of her character, she couldn't just refuse to talk to people, or just say "I can understand Japanese."

Looking at the whole audience, there was only one blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigner who seemed capable of communication.

And Qin Zhibo's spoken English did live up to expectations.

Chris Wynyard could tell that this was definitely not a level of spoken English that an ordinary language proficient person could achieve. One must live in the corresponding language environment for a long enough time to achieve this.

"It would be my honor..."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Michael Bay and I'm a film director."

Qin Zhibo stated his assumed identity in a calm and composed manner.

Chris Wynyard had a smile on his face that was as calm as water but as charming as a demon. "Chris Wynyard, actor."

"Haha, of course..."

"Of course you are an actress, the famous actress Chris Wynyard. With your fame, you don't even need to introduce yourself." Qin Zhibo teased.

Having done some research in advance, Qin Zhibo knew the general situation of this American actress.

According to foreign media estimates, his age is 29 years old and his mother is the famous actress Sharon Wynyard.

However, Chris Wynyard has a bad relationship with his mother and they never talk to each other, so the two have never appeared in public together.

The only time they appeared together in public was at Sharon Wynyard's funeral a year ago, when her daughter Chris Wynyard attended the funeral.

Qin Zhibo didn't understand it too well, so he simply searched for this information.

After all, it is really unacceptable to pretend to be an American film director and not even know these celebrity gossips.

Chris Wynyard smiled slightly, "In that case, you should already know all the gossip about me."

"Could you tell me about your personal experience, such as the films you've made and your understanding of film art..."

Qin Zhibo could tell that the female star in front of him was just trying to change the subject to avoid being asked some cheap gossip questions.

Qin Zhibo, who had done some homework in advance, also began to talk.

"As for the movies I've made before, they were all low-budget police and gangster movies that received decent reviews, but I'm sure you haven't heard of the names of these movies."

“I think being a film director is the coolest and most challenging thing because I can create a new world from scratch.”

"The brand new world in the movie always brings an unexpected experience to the audience, and as we all know, this world was born from a big bang."

"It was the Big Bang that created the world, just like the fundamental law that everything returns to one. The birth of each new world is inseparable from the explosive impact of the old world and old impressions."

"Today's audiences need an unprecedented 'explosion' to shock their hearts."

"I will shoot some shocking explosion scenes in the movie, which can only be perfectly presented on the big screen."

"So I think the core of film art is explosion."

“Art is explosion.”

Qin Zhibo's words are full of emotion and are interspersed with the hand movements of an artist when explaining some abstract concepts.

And under Qin Zhibo's serious narration, Chris Wynyard's expression was also a little surprised.

Two seconds later, Chris Wynyard's expression returned to normal, and he smiled and said, "I think your understanding of film art is very unique. It should be a good experience to work with you..."

"Actually, I have quite a bit of experience shooting action scenes, and the type of film you're shooting sounds like a big-budget production..."

"And I happen to know some generous capitalists. If possible, maybe we can cooperate once."

Qin Zhibo was a little surprised by the olive branch suddenly extended by Chris Wynyard.

The film art theory of Explosion Bay that he copied himself and the motto of an explosion fanatic actually impressed this famous female star?

Although Explosive Bei's theory has been tested by the market, Qin Zhibo was surprised that it could directly arouse the desire of female celebrities to bring money into the group.

This time, Qin Zhibo was a little out of control.

After all, I am not a real film director. If we really want to contact each other later, my identity will definitely be exposed.

I didn't expect that sometimes being too pretentious is not a good thing...

"First of all, thank you very much for your appreciation."

"However, with Miss Wynyard's current fame and status in the industry, it's really a bit of a challenge for me to work with a film director who has only been in the industry for a few years."

"And as for capital, I hope our relationship is one of cooperation, a true recognition of the artistic value of the films I want to create, rather than being attached to someone else's relationship."

"Of course, my biggest fear is that my poor photography skills are not enough to fully capture Miss Wynyard's beauty."

Qin Zhibo said the last sentence in a half-joking tone, as if saying "your beauty is a pain I cannot bear."

In this way, Chris Wynyard, who was politely declined, was honored and showed a charming smile.

"Well then... I respect your choice, Mr. Bei."

As he spoke, Chris Wynyard raised his head slightly and looked at the ceiling above his head.

"The memorial service will officially begin soon. I hope we can meet again in the future."

Chris Wynyard's words seemed to imply that the two would have no chance to talk after the memorial service began.

However, Qin Zhibo didn't care and glanced at the hand that Chris Wynyard extended to him.

When foreigners shake hands with each other, if the opposite sex shakes hands, the woman must extend her hand first before the man can shake it.

Now that Chris Wynyard invited Qin Zhibo to shake hands, Qin Zhibo certainly had no reason to refuse.

Chapter 370 Sound Reasoning

Qin Zhibo stretched out his palm and responded to Chris Wynyard.

When the two hands were clasped together, Qin Zhibo could feel that extremely special feeling.

Different from any hand I've held before, the delicate touch from the skin is somewhat similar to Mouri Ran's hand, but it is completely different from the warmth of Mouri Ran's palm.

Mao Lilan's palms were warm from the inside out, while Chris Wynyard's palms were only warm at the moment of contact.

The warmth lasted less than 0.5 seconds before being replaced by an indescribable coldness.

This does not refer to the surface temperature of a dead person, but a feeling, a feel, plus a slight body chill.