Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Soon, the waiter brought coffee that Enomoto had ordered.

Enomoto Azusa looked at the three cups of coffee on the table with a headache: "I ordered a cup for Ms. Fuze just now, what should I do now..."

Xinfan's gaze swept across a corner of the coffee shop. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said to the waiter: "Thank you for giving the coffee to the lady, just say that I gave it to her."

"Mr. Asano, your way of hitting up a conversation is too old-fashioned!" Enomoto Azusa said as he followed Shinshige's gaze, and after seeing who the lady was, she immediately laughed.

"Oh! What a coincidence, isn't that Miss Liuye?"

Yamada Liuye took the coffee and looked inexplicably here.

At the moment Shinshige's eyes were facing each other, Yamada Rokuye raised the corner of his mouth.

She came to Xinfan with her coffee directly: "It's really an old-fashioned way to strike up a conversation. Since you want to invite me to have coffee, just say it directly."

Yamada Liuye put the coffee on the table and pushed it in Shinshige's direction—this meant rejection.

Xinfan didn't insist on seeing this, anyway, it was just an extra cup.

Instead, Liuye Yamada deliberately explained: "Oh, don't get me wrong. I just made an appointment and I have no time to accept your kindness."

"So you have an appointment with someone." Enomoto Azusa's eyes lit up, "So Mrs. Yamada really can't hold back, so I arranged a blind date for you?"

Yamada Liuye's face froze: "What nonsense are you talking about, it's a female friend, a female friend!"

Enomoto Azusa was immediately disappointed: "Well, I thought Mr. Amuro would not fall in love with you for so long, and Mrs. Yamada would be anxious."

"What does it mean to refuse to fall in love with me..." Yamada Liuye was speechless.

"Ah, Xiao Liuye is broken in love?"

As he was talking, a magnetic, melodious female voice sounded from behind.

Since the popularity of the letter is gone, the incoming light brown straight hair shines in the sun, and under the slender eyebrows, the blue pupils are as beautiful as gems.

this person……

Xin Fan frowned slightly.

He seemed to have seen her somewhere.

This kind of "Jia Baoyu meets Lin Daiyu's "this sister I have seen"" is very bloody, but Xinfan really feels this way.

and many more……

"Why do you even tease me!" Yamada Liuye raised a big smile to the person, and called out the other person's name, "You are late today, Sensu-chan!"

It really was her!

Xinfan understood what was going on with his unusual familiarity, because he had indeed met her.

Hagiwara Chisu, Hagiwara Kenji's sister, is also Matsuda's first love.

"Hagiwara Chisuke." The brown-haired girl introduced herself to Shinshige and Enomoto Azusa, "Kanagawa Police Headquarters Transportation Department Third Traffic Mobility Team, Police Department supplemented. Please give me your advice if you meet for the first time."

Shinshige stretched out his hand to shake hands with Hagiwara Chisuke briefly and then separated.

"Rüfeng Music Classroom, Nobuhiro Asano."

"Enomoto Azusa."

Chisuke Hagiwara blinked and smiled and said, "Nobuhiro Asano, I know you, the agent of detective Kogoro Mouri, who helped Mr. Mouri solve many cases, right?"

Nobuhira raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "I didn't expect the Tokyo incident to reach Kanagawa."

"It's not just about Tokyo." Chisuke Hagiwara lowered his eyes, making people unable to see the emotions in her eyes. "The incident that happened not long ago was called '12 million hostages' by the media, if it weren't for you. If this is the case, not only will the murderer be unable to surrender the law, but a high school student will lose his life."

Hagiwara Chinsu knew that he had solved the bomb of the East Tower?

Xinfan remembered that he had specifically told Fengjian Yuya that he and Jiang Guling's involvement could not be made public. What's more, what the public security is responsible for has never been publicly known. So how did an ordinary traffic policeman know about Hagiwara Chisuke?

...

"Patter"

The cigarette butt, which was still burning at the front, fell on the asphalt ground, then was stepped on, extinguished, and crushed by leather shoes.

"Big Brother..."

Vodka looked at the cold-faced silver-haired man in front, and asked tentatively, "Are we going to keep watching?"

The air stagnated for a few seconds, and these few seconds seemed to Vodka to be longer than a century.

Just when he thought that his eldest brother would not answer, Gin suddenly said: "Notify Chianti, retreat."

"Yes!"

Gin stooped to pick up the cigarette **** that was about to turn to ashes, turned into the car, and threw it into the trash can for unified disposal.

His cell phone rang at the same time.

Gin is in a bad mood now, and originally didn't want to pick it up, but the woman from Belmode was reluctant to make two phone calls in a row, and he would keep fighting if he didn't pick it up.

Gin answered the phone with angrily, and murmured, "Belmod, what do you want to do?!"

"Ah." Belmode, who was on the other side of the phone, seemed to be surprised and reacted to him, "Who offended you again? Let me guess, could it be that your mission failed again?"

Gin exhaled heavily through his nose, and sarcastically said: "Without the assistance of the FBI, the Japanese police are just a bunch of clowns, not to be afraid."

"Tsk tusk, but these beam jumping clowns have failed you several times in a row. In addition, I heard that the FBI in Northern Europe is not restless recently. What do you think our Rum thinks of Ley?"

"It has nothing to do with me." Gin asked coldly, "Speaking of business, what are you going to do?"

Belmode laughed: "Don't be so harsh with ladies, gin. I have a piece of information here, I'm sure you will be interested.

"It's about Shirley."

The gin paused.

His face was much gloomy because of Belmode's words.

"It's really rare to hear this name from your mouth." Gin leaned back in the chair, his expression full of irony, "I thought that your ridiculous sympathy broke out and made you give up Shirley. Thought~www.readwn.com~ how could it happen, if anyone else hates Shirley in this world, who else is there besides me?

"I can't wait to peel her skin, twitch her muscles, drink her blood, and eat her meat." Belmode said slowly, "Even if I repeat this 10 million times, I can't quell my hatred for her. ."

Gin snorted coldly, obviously not convinced.

Belmode was silent for a few seconds, and when he spoke again, his emotions had returned to normal: "I have really relaxed a lot during this period. But this is also for the sake of our cooperation. Who wants Mezcal to protect Shirley? "

Gin raised his eyebrows: "Mezcal, protect Shirley?"

"Oh, don't you believe me." Belmode chuckled, "I have an interesting news, can you listen to it?"

"Say."

"The premise is that you must first promise me that no matter what I say, you can't disclose the source of intelligence to Mezcal."

Gin sneered: "It looks like you have a handle in Mezcal's hands."