Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Jiang Guling felt that it was very necessary for him to change to a public security liaison person, at least a normal policeman, and not like Feng Jianyu who blocked him everywhere.

"I ask you," Yutani repeated, "Did Asano give you any orders?"

Kazami Yu was also stunned, subconsciously trying to hide it for Mr. Asano. It took him two full seconds to react, and this time Mr. Asano asked to conceal him, not including Mr. Noriya.

"There is no order, but he seems to be going to perform a more dangerous task, and he has packaged all the information and sent it to me." After a pause, Kazami Yu also added, "Mr. Asano also locked the information. It seems that I don’t want others to see it."

other people……

Jiang Guling frowned.

Is Asano guarding the police?

Recently, Asano reminded him repeatedly to pay attention to the inside of the police. This is unusual. Did he get some information about the police?

The feeling of being concealed by the trusted comrade-in-arms was uncomfortable, and Yutani felt that he had returned to the time when he did not know the true identity of Asano Nobuhiro. This time, he knew that Asano's concealment was largely to ensure his safety, and this feeling made him even more depressed.

"I see." Jiang Gu Ling said dullly, "If our orders conflict, you will focus on his needs."

Kazami Hiroshi also quickly explained: "Don't be so troublesome, Mr. Yutani, Mr. Asano seldom give me any orders, since this time he sent me information in advance, there should be no other requests in the short term. "

In fact, Kazami Yu also wanted to tell the truth, he found that Mr. Asano would only use him in some weird places. For example, going through the adoption procedures, making gift boxes, or picking up trash in the sea...

These jobs once made him doubt his identity. He felt that he did not feel like a police officer, but rather like a detective who accepted all commissions. Here, the detective Kogoro Mori was named.

"If he doesn't take the initiative to contact you, don't you know how to find a way to share the worries for him?" Jiang Guling said angrily. Work will definitely be affected."

Kazami Yuya: "..."

Isn’t Mr. Asano still an undercover undercover code-named Shiraz? Besides, if Mr. Asano really needs anything, he will definitely contact him!

Feng Jianyu was also very wronged, but Feng Jianyu didn't say anything.

What about it? It just aroused even greater anger from Mr. Yutani.

Even if Kazamiyu didn't say anything, Jiang Guling still felt that his phone call was as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

He hung up the phone, quickly sorted out his mood and facial expressions, and restored himself to Bourbon's calmness within a second.

A small private jet was parked in the middle of the apron, and a slender figure was leaning on the gangway waiting for Bourbon.

When the man saw him, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Bourbon, you are really slow."

Jiang Guling ignored him, and walked up the gangway and entered the plane.

The exterior of the plane looks unpleasant, but the interior interior reveals the atmosphere of local tyrants. The leather sofa is equipped with an advanced air bar, and the bathroom even has a bathing compartment.

Jiangu Ling had no interest in this. He found a corner to sit down and waited for the plane to take off.

The man beside the gangway calmly walked to Jiangu Ling. He took off his jacket, folded it on the armrest, loosened his tie, and sat down on the sofa opposite Jiangu Ling.

Jiang Guling raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

I don’t know, it’s a rum with a high probability.

Um? Wait, the motion of touching his chin subconsciously just now seemed a bit familiar.

"Did you offend someone?" Jiang Guling sneered, "otherwise why do you still maintain a botched disguise here?"

When he learned about disguise from Asano Nobuhiro, he often felt uncomfortable because of the heavy disguise materials on his face, and subconsciously made movements to touch the cheeks and other parts.

He was sure and affirmed that this man was definitely disguised, and his disguise skills were not superb.

But he shouldn't be Ley, after all, he doesn't have the aura of Shuichi Akai that still disgusts him even if he changes his appearance.

When the man heard the words, an inexplicable smile appeared on his face: "Mezcal really taught you disguise. But it is also true. In Japan, a country full of detectives, if you don’t know how to disguise, I’m afraid it will take a few days. We will enter the Metropolitan Police Department to drink tea within."

Jiang Guling frowned.

It's not a secret that he learned disguise from Mezcal, and it is not surprising to be known by the person in front of him. But the problem is his tone, "Mezcal really taught you how to disguise", which sounds as if he is very familiar with Mezcal and him. But in Jiang Gu Ling's memory, there was no such suspicious person around him.

No, not without...

"You are Curacao." Jiang Gu Ling said affirmatively.

The man raised his eyebrows: "You think so. I'll ask the captain for the flight log. There is wine in the refrigerator. You are free."

When he finished speaking, he stood up and walked to the cockpit.

He must be Curacao. And he must be near the music classroom during this time, so he learned about the connection between him and Mezcal.

Jiang Gu Ling admitted that for a moment he even suspected Azusa Enomoto. After all, in places such as Lu Feng Music Classroom and Maori Detective Agency, such as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, how rare it is to be an absolutely innocent person.

But he quickly dispelled this speculation and moved the target of suspicion to his neighbor Iroha Sushi Restaurant.

He knew that there was also a new employee who was notable for not long after coming here-Takeokayama Katsushika.

...

Xinfan silently stared at the long line of dragons in front, looked at someone beside him again, and stopped talking.

He really admires Gin~www.readwn.com~ for being so calm in such a ridiculous place.

Anyway, he can't do it with a striking cold face, with long drifting silver hair, wearing a black windbreaker with a suspicious full score, and carrying a long bag that is suspected to be equipped with a rifle, so calm. Queuing up to check the ticket.

Xinfan felt that just walking with "stars" like Gin, his psychological pressure had already exceeded the standard.

The size of Gin is so tall that he had to lower his head slightly after he felt the scorching sight to meet Mezcal. Two seconds later, he opened his mouth indifferently: "Don't look at me, line up."

The little girl in front of them shuddered at the words of gin, and quickly shrank into her mother's arms. But her mother could only hug her firmly, and the mother and daughter shivered together.

Xinfan showed a two-hundred-percent sincere smile—the kind of sincerity that doesn’t require acting skills—and comforted the little girl with a gentle voice: "Don’t be afraid, this uncle has been bullied on campus since he was a child, and he is used to dressing up a little scary. This way you can avoid being bullied by the school boss. In fact, he is a very good person."

7017k

_