Simultaneous Time Travel: Am I the only normal person among them?

Chapter 91 Gin

Sweating profusely, Conan seized the opportunity to slip behind the booth and lean against the seat.

After adjusting the scale, he was just about to use Chiba's voice to save the day.

"The real murderer is Ryuzuki. He poisoned the wine with cyanide. Martin was poisoned first, and then Miss Yuka stabbed him."

Liuyue is the busy little cowherd.

Conan, who was hiding in the back, was stunned.

Seriously, dude, you're really good at this?!

Upon hearing this, a faint light flickered in Miss Yuka's lifeless eyes.

"Kazama-senpai, you must be joking! How could I possibly be the murderer!"

Liu Yue's voice trembled, and he looked like a weak and submissive person. He followed a similar path to Luke, both being delicate and beautiful young men.

But Luke's real standout feature is his good looks.

"You actually want to kill me too, right? Or rather, send me to prison too!"

"Senior, I don't understand what you're saying?"

Everyone present stared intently at Liu Yue, whose face was pale and glistening tears rolled in his eyes.

Could this man, whose masculine aura is even less than that of the gentle Xiaolan, really have the guts to kill someone?

Miss Yuka's eyes dimmed again.

"Do I need to explain this to you, Ryuzuki?"

Luke squinted.

Liuyue lowered her head and remained silent.

He felt a strange sense of fear; the young man before him, far more alluring and beautiful than himself, was as ruthless as a demon.

"One of those two glasses of penicillin should have my fingerprints on it."

Liuyue's face turned even paler.

"First, they made me think Martin was using some low-level tricks, and then they took back my penicillin while I was seeing off my guests."

"Then put cyanide in the glass of penicillin with my fingerprints on it and gave it to Martin."

"You bastard, did you say that, you bitch! As expected, you're just a whore who's been ridden by a thousand men!"

Before Luke could finish speaking, Ryuzuki, unable to bear the psychological pressure, started cursing at Yuka.

Miss Yuka's eyes were dull, and she showed no reaction.

Luke shrugged.

From a perspective unseen by the crowd, Angel Martin nodded to Luke with a complex expression, then his body turned into specks of light and gradually dissipated.

He had experienced this classic, clichéd three-choice scenario countless times before.

Although he always joined the "script" as a criminal suspect.

If the normal procedure is followed, he, Ryuzuki, and Ms. Yuka would first become criminal suspects.

Then Conan speculated for a while, first ruling out Ms. Yuka, who was most likely the culprit, and then wavering between Luke and Ryuzuki.

Finally, by focusing on the almond flavor, the true culprit was identified.

The script is incredibly clichéd, like some mediocre author plagiarized a real case.

Then, mixed with elements like love triangles and S/M, a mess of arguments was created in the defense.

At this moment, although they did not understand the specific situation, the police officers who were looking for the real culprit surrounded Liuyue.

Liuyue collapsed to the ground, muttering to herself.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault! If it weren't for you, I would have been number one long ago."

Luke's expression remained calm.

Brother, you were the one who sent the last one to first place, don't you understand?

"Ryuzuki-kun, that's wonderful, we're together again."

When Miss Yuka saw Ryugetsu, who was also locked up, her eyes lit up with an unprecedented vitality. She reached out and stroked the dazed Ryugetsu.

Those present couldn't help but feel a deep chill. What kind of crazy couple were they?

As the sirens faded away, the assistant manager bowed and apologized to the customers.

The tragedy of being a corporate slave~

Luke shook his head. With such a mess today, there was no need to entertain the last guest.

He was going to the organization's base to see what tasks the model worker would assign him this time.

"Eri, Ran, let's chat again another time, bye~"

Under the fierce gazes of Kogoro Mouri and Conan, Luke waved his hand, turned around, mounted his Harley, and put on his helmet.

This Harley was delivered by Zhibao.

With a thunderous roar, Luke sped off, leaving everyone else in the dust.

"Hmph, you arrogant brat who doesn't know his place! I wonder how many women he's swindled money from!"

Kogoro Mouri couldn't help but feel a pang of longing, and even glanced at Eri Kisaki, who had a cold expression on her face.

Conan nodded in agreement; for the first time, he felt that what Uncle Mori said was correct.

"Dad, how could you say that about Mr. Kazama!"

Ran Mouri complained.

Mom is still here, and although Mr. Kazama's profession is a bit unusual, he is indeed a good person!

Otherwise, why would they stand up and reveal who the real murderer is?

Eri Kisaki looked Kogoro Mouri up and down, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Ah"

Leaving behind a sneer, Eri Kisaki turned and left.

Kogoro Mouri's forehead creased with a #. This woman!

As expected, they just didn't get along!

I stopped the motorcycle, went into the bar, and went straight to the second floor; this was part of the organization's property.

Why are you so late tonight?

"Someone died in the bar. The police arrived and caused a delay. Bartender, could you please make me a martini?"

"Don't worry, we checked when we came, there's no tail behind us."

Luke teased the workaholic a little, and only continued to explain when the murderous aura filled the air.

Gin remained expressionless.

Luke tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and the burly Vodka beside him handed him a sealed bag.

"You have one year to contact everyone on the list. Remember to destroy the list after you're done."

"To what extent?"

Luke asked.

"Do your best."

In short, Gin.

Luke nodded. "Doing the work of ten years in one year is indeed the best you can do, no doubt about it."

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

Gin was about to nod in agreement when Vodka leaned closer and muttered a few words in hushed tones.

It was clear that Gin's expression turned somewhat disgusted.

It's not that I find the matter troublesome, but rather that I find it utterly absurd to ask him to handle it.

"Take some time to go to the lab; Shirley wants to see you."

"She hasn't given up on that idea yet?"

"How would I know? Just go see her quickly and remember to urge her to speed up the research and development process."

Gin's tone was unusually impatient.

“Mr. Gin, as we have discussed before, I am only responsible for the actions, not the consequences.”

"Stop talking nonsense, this is also part of the mission, and I will increase your activity budget by 20%."

"Fine, you're the boss, you make the decisions."

Luke got the benefit but is still acting innocent.

"By the way, is Vermouth here?"

"No."

Gin said coldly.

He was extremely wary of this seemingly weak fellow, even though, strictly speaking, Luke was a level below him in the organization.

But this terrifying guy has too many connections.

He didn't want to get entangled with those crazy women.

"Then I'm leaving, bye-bye, this drink is on you."

Luke pressed down a ten-thousand-yuan bill, tucked the document bag to his side, and turned to leave.

Martini was carefully placed on the table by the bartender, while Gin's expression remained cold.

This guy is starting to look more and more like Vermouth.

It also makes women more attractive.

Goodnight, everyone.

But could the good brothers provide the protagonist with a wine name as a code name?

Chapter 92 I'm sorry, sister, I didn't mean to either.

In the laboratory, a kettle was bubbling away, and a bowl of instant noodles sat beside it.

The genius girl, wearing a white lab coat and gloves, steadily injected the drug into the unconscious white mouse.

His eyes were fixed on the sleeping white mouse.

no response?

Suddenly, the girl's body tensed up, and two hands clung to her slender waist.

"Let go, Margaret."

Shiho Miyano's voice was cold and clear.

Margaret is Luke's code name in the organization, a cocktail symbolizing love.

There are various methods of mixing, but the most standard color of margarita is yellow.

"Didn't you tell me to come find you?"

"I even asked you to see your sister, why didn't you go?"

"Didn't you tell me not to see her?"

Hearing the shameless words from the person behind her, Miss Shiho pursed her lips.

Did you listen when I told you, you bastard, not to get close to my sister?

Now that you've succeeded, you're listening to advice, aren't you?

Bitch!