Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Latest website: Xinfan and Gin's private jet finally landed on South Africa.

Almost as soon as the landing gear touched the ground, a message was sent to Xinfan's cell phone.

[boss: Find this person as soon as possible and get his cooperation. ]

Xinfan clicked on the attached information, and a huge headshot of the face appeared on the first page.

The gin beside him saw the picture with his light, and he raised his eyebrows with interest: "Isn't this man... your neighbor?"

Xinfan looked at Dr. Akasa, whose hairline was not visible in the photo, and felt his head chilled.

He turned off his mobile phone expressionlessly: "Dr. Aka, a genius inventor, passionate about scientific research, he has many inventions that are really brilliant, but..."

Nobuhiro originally wanted to say that Dr. A Li’s invention was just a little insignificant before the organization of the scientific research team, but he then thought that those inventions of Dr. A Li could make an ordinary elementary school student instantly superhuman. At least until now, the organization has not been able to do it. arrive.

"Can't understand why that guy wanted to recruit him?" Ginjiu apparently also received a group text message from the boss, "I'm afraid it is related to some research of the organization."

"Are you talking about silverbullet or the dark baron?"

Gin glanced at him: "This is the first time I heard this name from your mouth."

"Let's go, we have to make up for the two hours of delay."

The hatch opened and Xinfan took the lead to leave the plane.

Outside the cabin, Jinjiu had already done a good job of logistical support. Driving by Xinfan, they galloped towards the city.

The investigation against Dr. A Li has already begun, and the arrival of Shinfan and Gin is only to integrate the power of South Africa and prevent Rum from affecting their solicitation work.

"Speaking of, what did you do last time in Africa?" Xinfan asked Gin while waiting for the traffic lights.

Gin said falsely and strangely: "Why, that woman didn't tell you?"

"She only shared Aventure's constant travels with me, and didn't mention anything about business." Xin became a bit cumbersome. "Why do you think she would tell me everything?"

"Isn't your relationship very good?" Gin went gossiping once, "They all said that."

Xin Fan: "..."

them? who are they?

Gin you ooc!

Xinfan parked his car next to a dilapidated and old hotel, and motioned for gin to work with his eyes.

Gin got out of the car immediately, and after two minutes, he got rid of everyone in the hotel lobby.

Xinfan cautiously walked around the passengers lying on the ground and walked up the wooden stairs. As they walked, they asked worriedly, "You didn't kill them, did you?"

"No, it will provoke annoying police."

Xinshige breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Gin is not so frantic yet.

However, Gin thought he had seen through Mezcal.

Mezcal probably had a murderous heart on everyone here just now. Fortunately, fortunately, it was his own hands. If they were handed over to Mezcal, they would definitely be wanted by the South African police nationwide.

"B212." Xinfan verified the house number, and then skillfully picked the lock.

Thanks to these years of illegal crimes, like this simple lock, he can already pry open it silently in a few seconds without leaving a trace.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the curtained room was dim. Xinfan could barely identify a person lying on the bed in the room. His snoring sound was like thunder, covering up the footsteps of two uninvited guests.

Gin didn't even think about letting go. He swaggered to the cabinet and stretched out his hand to open the drawer.

"Squeak—"

The rusty hardware made a harsh rubbing sound.

The snoring stopped suddenly.

"Who…"

The man on the bed had only time to utter a syllable when he was knocked out by the sap of gin wine. He didn't even know what happened when he was dizzy.

"There is a white hair here. Obviously it cannot be left by that person." Xinfan put his hair under the light of the mobile phone and examined it carefully. "An Asian male, aged between 50 and 60."

Gin laughed disdainfully and said, "It seems that you don't need any auxiliary equipment. You can see so many things with a single hair."

"Isn't this normal?"

Race can be judged from the shape of the cross section of the hair, and age can be roughly judged from the color and dryness of the hair. Although this method of judgment is not very accurate, it is more convenient and quick.

For example, Xinfan can quickly determine that Dr. A Li had stopped here for a short time after he came to South Africa.

"That's right." Xinfan suddenly turned around and smiled at the gin. "Do you know that Asians have the lowest hair loss rate?"

The corner of Gin's eyes moved slightly: "What do you want to say?"

Shinshige let go, and his hair fluttered to the ground.

"Just to remind you, since Dr. A Li can become like this in middle age, you should be more serious than him." When he spoke, Xinfan's eyes seemed to be on the gin hat. Stayed for a few seconds.

"Mezcal!" Gin lowered his voice angrily.

"Be quiet, don't wake him up." Xinfan knelt down, and soon found a new clue.

He stroked an inconspicuous dent on the floor and raised his lips: "It seems that our goal is not to leave here voluntarily."

This dent is very new, definitely left over the past two days, and the wooden floor even faintly regained moisture, indicating that there were water stains left before. The shape of the dent shows that the thing it collides with is a thin arc-shaped object, and the collision force is very strong.

A picture could have emerged before his eyes. Dr. A Li was sitting by the hotel window drinking water. The uninvited guest overturned his water glass and led him away from the hotel.

It is unlikely that the water glass was overturned by Dr. A Li himself, otherwise the water glass containing the water should have the bottom of the glass facing down, so there would be no such marks.

"Do you know who took him?" Gin asked with a frown.

Xinfan paused, and had to remind him: "I'm not a monitor."

"I thought the detective was omnipotent."

"...I'm not a detective either."

Xinfan got up and walked out: "Perhaps we should ask the owner of the hotel. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

Before coming to South Africa, Xinfan swore that he never thought that one day he would solve the case with Gin-even though they were not serving the police.

This feeling is probably as weird as Kudo Shinichi sitting with gin and drinking afternoon tea.

"It was weird just now, how come we all fell asleep." The boss stood behind the counter, rubbing his head, puzzled.

"Snapped."

A stack of 200 South African rands was placed on the glass counter.

"Boss, did you have any strange guests here yesterday or today?" Xinfan asked.

The boss looked at him, then at the gin that looked like a bodyguard behind him, and secretly guessed Xinfan's identity.

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