Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　 Jinjiu glanced at Conan coldly, and the familiar feeling seemed to disappear. Could it be that it was his illusion?

　　 is not impossible.

　　 But now, he started to feel that the young man in front of him was a bit familiar.

　　... Maybe I didn’t sleep well last night!

　　 He stopped thinking about it, and withdrew his biting gaze, and walked to his seat.

　　 Shinshige kept smiling, but he was relieved.

　　 It seems that in the setting of Aoyama Gosho, as long as Conan wears glasses, no one will think that he is very similar to Kudo Shinichi.

　　 However, things have passed so long, does Gin remember Kudo Shinichi? This is not very similar to the legendary gin that never remembers the name of the dead person.

　　 Of course, it’s more likely that Ginjiu just thought that Kudo Shinichi’s face had been seen before, but he couldn’t remember that he had “killed” a person called Kudo Shinichi.

　　...

　　 Shinshige took Conan back to his seat.

　　Mau Lilan immediately asked with concern: "Why is Conan running around again?"

　　 "He went to the bathroom." Xin Fanwei explained to Conan, "I just ran into two men who were not very patient. However, it is okay to let the children suffer setbacks, otherwise he would be mischievous all day long."

Hey Hey hey!

　　 How can he be naughty? !

　　 Conan watched Mao Lilan nodding his head in agreement, feeling so tired, it was so hard to be a child.

　　 Next, gin and vodka are like passengers who are really just traveling on the Shinkansen, staying in their seats.

　　 When the train was about to reach Mount Fuji, the two people finally got up from their seats and walked toward the back of the car.

　　What are they going to do?

　　 Conan looked over alertly, then he slipped away from his seat while the adults ignored him, and followed the gin to the second floor.

　　 Xinfan was closing his eyes and rested, feeling the movement next to him, he raised his eyes and took a look, then closed his eyes again without saying a word.

　　 It was Mao Lilan who quickly noticed that Conan was missing: "Ah, this kid, where did he run around again?!"

　　 "It looks like I went to the dining car on the second floor." Xin Fan reminded, "Maybe I'm hungry."

　　 "I was hungry just after lunch?" Mao Lilan had a headache, "Then I will get him off, I also brought some biscuits."

　　 After a while, Conan looked embarrassed and was taken down by Mao Lilan.

　　 His eyes were erratic, and he had been hovering near the original location of the gin and vodka.

　　 Xinfan sat not far away, watching Conan take out a piece of gum, chewed it, and then wrapped a small metal disc and stuck it under the gin seat.

　　 "Miss Maori!" Shinhan unceremoniously exposed Conan's uncivilized behavior, "Conan just seems to have stuck something under someone's seat!"

"Ah, is that so?" Maorilan scowled and reprimanded, "What the **** are you doing? It's chewing gum. You have to wrap this kind of thing in tissues and throw it in the trash can! Just throw it in first! In the ashtray."

　　 Mao Lilan didn't give Conan another chance to make trouble this time, she pulled Conan's arm and pulled back to the seat.

　　 Shinhana said in a serious manner: "Kun Conan, you can't throw away your trash. You throw it in that place, and the cleaning union feels very embarrassed."

　　 "...I got it!" Conan nodded reluctantly.

　　 Really, he is a 17-year-old high school student, and in the end he has to be reprimanded for such trivial matters.

　　 Shinshige knew that a high school student detective didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all. He wanted to stick the bug under the seat, did he really think that the gin would not notice it?

　　 Rather than staying in that kind of place, it is better to just throw it into the ashtray openly and honestly, as Mao Lilan did, so that it is not easy to be suspected.

　　 Soon, gin and vodka came back. Conan also pretended to adjust his glasses and turned the temples of his glasses.

　　 "Huh, I can finally smoke!" Vodka sighed and leaned contentedly on the back of the chair with a cigarette in his hand.

　　 But he soon discovered something was wrong: "Huh? There seems to be something in it?" Vodka lowered his head and looked at it. "Ah, it's chewing gum, probably the previous passenger left.

　　 "However, it is really easy to get the 400 million yuan, brother."

　　 Gin frowned and reprimanded softly: "You keep your voice down, vodka!"

　　 "Ah, you are really cautious, gin boss. But even if someone hears it, they don't understand it!"

　　 Xinfan did not wear a wiretapping device. Of course, he didn't know what the specific conversation between the two people was, but just by observing Conan's facial expressions, he could get a lot of information.

　　 So by now, Conan should have noticed that the briefcase has become a suitcase.

　　 Xinfan opened the book and read in the soft and bright sunshine outside the window. At this time, I felt that it would be nice to have a little detective around me who was actively solving the case, and I could worry less about it. Otherwise, in his capacity, when he learned that Gin was going to detonate a bomb on the Shinkansen, he might have started to solve his headaches.

　　 "However, no sniper is troublesome, brother." Vodka sighed suddenly, "Otherwise, after we get the money, we can just find a chance to snipe on the road."

　　 Gin wine pondered for a few seconds, UU reading www.uukanshu.com unexpectedly nodded and said, "Then I will call Mezcal to ask."

　　Mezcal? !

　　 Conan keenly noticed the name mentioned in the gin talk.

　　 This is also a member of that organization! So, do they all use the name of the wine as the code name?

　　 While Gin made a call, Conan suddenly heard a ringing tone.

　　 He was stunned, then looked back, it was Asano Nobuhiro!

　　 Shinshige glanced at Conan, who was clearly in a state of something wrong, and then took out his phone. On the screen was a string of numbers without notes, but he remembered that it was a phone number for Gin.

　　 Why would those two guys call him here? Isn't this troublesome?

Xin Fan held up his phone without changing his face, and put it to his ear: "Hello? It's me, um...yes, I'm already on the Shinkansen, and I can be there at about 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Ah, is it really possible? Thank you so much!"

　　 Are you talking to the person who is scheduled to meet today?

　　 Conan turned his attention back and listened carefully to the movement on the buggy side.

　　 Gin was silent for a long time, and then said in a gloomy tone: "Not only did Mezcal not answer emails, he doesn't even answer the phone now."

　　 "He is really arrogant!" Vodka slapped his eldest brother, "I should find a chance to sue him."

　　 "Don't do unnecessary things." Gin warned, "He is not someone you can target."

　　 Conan listened to the exchange of gin and vodka, and listened to Xinfan's call. He was finally relieved and relieved.

　　 Is he too vigilant? It feels a little bit of grass and trees. This is not good news. When facing the man in black, he must be absolutely calm!