Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Xinfan lowered his eyelids, and the shallow curvature of the corners of his mouth was difficult to guess. He didn't say anything, just turned and walked towards Rum's office. It seemed that everything around him was not worth lingering around.

Bourbon stayed where he was, watching Mezcal's distant back quietly, his eyes filled with palpitating mockery.

It's ridiculous, he would think of Zhu Fu Jingguang because of Mezcal. These two are obviously completely different people. If Jingguang was his only beacon in the dark, then Mezcal was the demon who pulled him into the abyss step by step.

How can such a Mezcal, who has been soaked in black, be compared with Jingguang?

"Your blood is cold." Bourbon murmured.

...

Rum's office is at the end of the corridor, the door is closed, only the blue touch screen next to it is shining slightly.

As soon as Xinfan approached, the built-in amplifier on the screen used an electronic female voice to indifferently prompt: "Please enter the information."

The so-called input information, in fact, only use Xinfan to stand in front of the screen and scan the face and pupil data. The system will identify his identity and pass it to the owner of the office. The owner decides whether to open the door.

Xinfan didn't wait long, and after the data entry was over, the door opened.

The light inside was even dimmer, and the precious furniture was inexplicably weird.

Xinfanti stepped in.

This office is very large, about 100 square meters in size, and is well-stocked with daily necessities and office supplies. It's not so much an office, it's more like Rum's home.

There is a strange device in the center of the room, which seems to be a fish tank, but its shape is unusual, it is actually a ring. There are a lot of colorful fish in it. These fish are even stranger. They swim continuously along the circular fish tank, just like athletes running a marathon around the playground.

"They are beautiful, right?" A slightly old voice sounded behind Xinfan.

He looked back, and Rum walked slowly towards him with his hands behind his back.

"Yes." Xinfan raised the corners of his lips. "Your pet is very lively."

"Hahaha, I'm afraid they don't necessarily like this kind of liveliness."

Rum stood beside Xinfan, looking through the glass fish tank to the fish that was swimming in one direction, and slowly revealed his white teeth, with a grimace, "These little guys are swimming in the ocean. Fish, I used a little trick to make them think they are in the migratory stage."

A chill climbed up Xinfan's backbone.

Rum seemed to enjoy the performance of the fishes. He said contentedly: "Look at how funny these thoughtless guys are. They only follow their instincts to do stupid things, but don't want to think about the consequences of doing so."

"In nature, instinct can help them survive."

Rum raised his eyebrows: "Perhaps, but this rule doesn't apply to humans."

After that, he turned and walked towards the sofa, "Why are you here for me this time?"

Xinfan followed and said straightforwardly, "Is the gin really missing?"

"You still know." Rum sighed slightly. "The reason for not telling you is to not affect your mission in Japan. After all, the mission of the organization is the most important at any time."

"I understand. But just coming to you to sit on the weekend will not affect business."

Mezcal’s calmness fell into Rum’s eyes, and he was pleased: "That’s good, with you, the gin matter can be resolved more smoothly. You should have seen Bourbon on your way here, I plan to Give you the task of finding gin."

"How did the gin disappear?" Xinfan asked.

This is probably the most curious thing about him.

Why did the gin children's shoes, which can be called the childhood nightmare of countless people, suddenly disappear? Who has the ability to take the gin away?

Regarding this question, however, Rum just shook his head: "I regret that I can't tell you more, because so far, I have very limited information."

Xin Fan was surprised: "Is it impossible to investigate the specific situation with the ability of the organization?"

"Although I don't want to admit it, in fact you are right." Rum leaned on the soft sofa, with Erlang's legs tilted, not as depressed as he said, "Gin is talking to a program. The designer disappeared when he contacted him. His name is..."

Itakura Taku.

Xinfan knew this person, and he was involved in the organization's final plan, but I am afraid that even the organization didn't know that he had the habit of keeping a diary, so that he revealed a lot of information to Conan.

"Itakura Taku." said Rum. "But the person I sent later reported that Itakura Taku was dead, so his line was interrupted. But now all the illegal immigration channels in Japan are in ours. In control, I can be sure that gin and vodka have never left Japan. As for other clues, you and Bourbon need to find them. I am very confident of you."

This was the first time Xinfan heard the name of vodka after Gin disappeared. He also learned at this time that it was not just Gin that had disappeared.

...Vodka is so humble.

But having said that, does Gin know that Rum has given his wealth and life to the hands of two undercover agents? Thinking about it this way, he is actually quite humble.

"I understand." Xinfan nodded lightly.

Rum glanced at him lightly, and said: "I investigated his call records immediately after Gin's disappearance. You are the last contact between Gin and Vodka. You have to know the importance."

Xinfan immediately became happy. He sneered and asked, "Actually, this is the reason why you and your husband didn't tell me, right?"

"It's okay to know some things in your heart. People who talk a lot often don't live long." Rum's expression is still calm and calm, but there is a kind of coldness in the air slowly condensing.

Xinfan pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, "Thank you for your warning."

"No~www.readwn.com~This is advice." Rum said gently.

Xinfan didn't want to argue with him, whether he was warned or advised, he wouldn't stop what he should do.

Before leaving, Rum suddenly stopped him again.

"When you assassinated Mattagon, if you need to take blasting actions, you can directly contact Curaçao." Rum said with a smile, "The kid is very good at this."

Xin Fan raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

Rum's eyes showed pride: "Curaçao is good at everything."

This expression and tone, as if he and Curaçao were not in a superior-subordinate relationship, but a father-daughter. It's really weird.

Probably seeing the weird color in Mezcal’s eyes, Rum cleared his throat under the guise, and said in a regretful tone: "In fact, in my heart, the most suitable test subject should be you."

Xinfan's cold is even worse.

He didn't speak, only gently nodded to show his courtesy, and then left Rum's office.