Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

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So the identity of Kris Wynyard is still a mystery so far. She might be a member of the organization, or she might just be replaced by someone else.

Conan actually prefers the latter, because the identity of the American star is really not in line with the members of the organization, and it should be very difficult for such a public figure to do illegal and criminal things.

Conan used the force generated by the contraction of the belt to climb up the chimney smoothly.

There was a thick layer of snow on the roof and it was cold, but Conan's heart was hot.

After tonight's events, he was full of confidence in the future.

Although the size of the organization is beyond imagination, he is already learning about it in a shrouded manner, and the organization is not united as one, on the contrary, they may still have blood and blood.

In addition, the Shirley mentioned by Gin is also very important. The name sounds like the name of the wine, so it is basically certain that the other party is a member of the organization. But since Gin suspects that he installed the bug, it means that Shirley is probably not attentive to the organization, at least not with Gin.

Adhering to the enemy's enemy is a friend, Conan feels that if one day he meets Shirley, he can use him after getting to know him. But in the end these guys must go to jail!

correct! And Supei Masan!

Thinking of him, Conan's expression inevitably brought a little guilt.

He originally wondered why an ordinary music classroom needs a bodyguard, and he has basically never worked since he took office. If it wasn't because Masan Suhei had a personal relationship with Asano, then his purpose would be worth studying.

Mr. Asano is very generous and his ears are soft. It is very likely that what he said is what he said. And Suhei Masan, who is also Shiraz, a member of the organization, lurked next to Mr. Asano for some reason.

Conan can think of only one reason, but that reason is enough.

Mr. Asano once mentioned that he felt he was being monitored and suspected that the person monitoring him came from an organization. Sure enough, his hunch was correct, and Masan Supei was the one sent by the organization to monitor him. Obviously, the organization knew that Shinichi Kudo was not dead and he opened a music classroom downstairs at his childhood sweetheart's house. The time for the organization to find out about this incident was much earlier than Conan expected. It was terrible!

After all, he was the one who hurt Mr. Asano.

...

A deeply involved politician was assassinated in public, but the person who killed him was hit in the head by a bullet, exposing the corpse to the wine cellar. Police Officer Mumu's hair fell off a lot this night, and Mumu Green watched her husband tossing around all night and couldn't sleep, tears in distress. In the early morning, she finally made up her mind to put a business card next to her husband's briefcase.

Mumu Shisan, who was about to leave home after taking a couple of meals, saw the business card: "Lv Feng Music Classroom, a place to relax your mind??"

"If you work too hard, go and listen to music." Mumulu encouraged, "Every weekend, the Lufeng Music Classroom will organize student concerts. That would be a good opportunity to relax."

"...No, I have to work overtime on weekends."

The police were not the only ones who hadn't rested that night. Conan was so excited that he accidentally stayed all night, while Xinfan watched with expressionlessly as Sila squandered all the bottles of good wine he treasured.

In the wee hours of the morning, Xinfan indifferently carried Sila into the car, packed and sent back to Fanshan's house.

Although this is Shiraz's sad place, but anyway, Masan Supei is already dead, so you don't need to worry too much.

Before leaving, Xinfan still urged in an uneasy manner: "There will definitely be many reporters coming to you tomorrow, and the police will not let go of the opportunity to ask you. You shouldn't need me to remind you what to do?"

Silas, who drank too much alcohol and became confused, nodded seriously: "There is nothing left. I will be just myself in the future, and I will do it well."

"..." Xinfan didn't think Sila really understood, he reluctantly cleaned up the traces he had left, and then decisively left the Ganshan house.

He was really scared, a Syrah could involve so many things, and no one knows if there will be another accident if he stays.

Xinfan, who hadn't slept all night, bought fresh ingredients on the way home. He rarely had time to make a good breakfast for Xiao Ai.

Two hours later, Xinfan drove on the road again with one large and one small bento boxes. This time his destination was A Li's house, and Xiao Ai lived there last night.

"Ding Dong—"

The doorbell rang, and the sound of slippers hitting the ground immediately came from the room. The next second, Hui Yuanai's sleepy face appeared at the door. She probably just got up, her hair messed up like a chicken coop, and the wide collar of her pajamas leaned to one side, revealing the delicate skin of her left shoulder.

Xinfan calmly reached out to help her tidy up her clothes, his eyes were stained with disapproval: "Sai, how can you open the door to strangers casually?"

Huihara stared at him with a vague look at ~www.readwn.com~ and then suddenly called out "Ah", and the little girl's white face instantly turned red.

"Brother, brother, why are you here?" Huiyuan was so panicked that he didn't know where to look.

Dr. A Li, who happened to be squatting on the toilet early in the morning, finally came out with his numb legs and feet. He squinted his eyes and tried to see the situation at the door: "Is it the delivery of the newspaper?"

Xinfan changed his shoes at the entrance, and then led Hui Yuanai to walk over: "Dr. A Li, I'm here to bring breakfast to Xiao Ai."

"Oh, it's Asano!" Dr. A Li finally saw the person clearly. He smiled embarrassedly and said, "My glasses don't know where they are going. A little longer is no different from a blind man."

Xinfan looked around for a week, picked up a pair of chubby glasses from the cabinet next to him and handed it to Dr. A Li, while still saying, "I do a lot. You probably haven't eaten yet?"

Saying that they had already reached the restaurant, Xinfan saw the instant rice **** placed on the table at a glance, which seemed to have just been taken out of the refrigerator.

"I only found this in the refrigerator, but I checked the date and it hasn't expired yet." Ai Yuanai cleverly stuffed the rice ball back into the refrigerator under Xinfan's gaze, and she smiled sweetly at Xinfan," What did brother make this morning delicious?"

So Xinfan put the larger lunch box on the table, and inside it was a set of traditional Japanese breakfast. There are tamagoyaki, seafood boil, pickles, bonito scallop miso soup, etc. Regardless of the taste, it just looks very appetizing.

In fact, Hui Yuanai doesn't like Japanese food very much. In contrast, her stomach seems to be more accustomed to Western food. But only my brother’s cooking is different. Probably because there is a taste of home in it, Hui Yuanai will feel very happy no matter when it is tasted.