Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Xinfan found a time to dial Yuya Kazemi's phone on the same day.

He is really looking for opportunities in the cracks, because now he is surrounded by tigers and wolves. FBI, organization, public security, various forces have entrenched the music classroom in an attempt to carve up the poor music classroom owner.

Will Xinfan give them a chance?

Even if he starved to death! Dead outside! Jump from here! I will never give those guys a chance to pick up his vest!

Kazami Yu also seemed to be working overtime at the Metropolitan Police Department, Xinfan could hear him typing on the keyboard and flipping through documents on the phone. However, in comparison, Kazami Yuya himself seems to be a little too leisurely.

"Are you busy?" Xinfan asked.

Kazami Yu also put down his tea cup, pushed his glasses with his fingertips, and replied with a serious face: "At the beginning of the new year, everyone needs to make plans for the whole year. I have been working in the office for more than 16 hours without sleeping and eating. But you Don't worry, as long as it is your order, I will devote one hundred and twenty minutes of energy to treat it carefully."

"Oh." Xin Fan paused, "Is the tea good?"

"It's delicious." Kazejian Yu also realized that it was wrong as soon as he spoke, but no matter how fast he reacted and shut up quickly, the words he had spoken still entered Xinfan's ears.

He couldn't help but look up at the monitor on the ceiling, wondering if the organization has mastered the technology to invade the public security system. Otherwise, why can Mr. Asano have the perspective of God?

A smile appeared at the corner of Xinfan's mouth, and he slowly said, "You don't need to be nervous, Feng Jianjun. I called you just to ask something, was the bomber dead last time?"

"Yes." Feng Jian Yu also quickly adjusted his state, switching the working mode in one second.

I saw his fingers crawling and tapping on the keyboard like a gecko, and at the same time, his eyes through the lens were still sifting through the information that appeared on the screen.

However, in fact, Yuya Kazumi's job is very simple. He just opens the search engine of the internal website, enters the name of the bomber, or flips through his inbox this morning.

"Found it!" Feng Jianyu finally found what Xinfan wanted in a large amount of information. "Because the police involved in this matter, the person who did the investigation first told us the situation. According to the search one. According to the report of the class, the cause of death of the bomber was sudden death. No toxin has been detected on the corpse in the forensic class, and abnormal deaths have been basically ruled out."

"Sudden death, no trace of poisoning..."

These words almost immediately reminded Xinfan of APTX-4869, that kind of medicine is also a kind of killer weapon that leaves no traces for most people, and the reaction of the deceased is the same as that of the bomber.

But Xinfan really couldn't understand why the organization wanted to kill a bomber who had nothing to do with the organization?

Even if the organization does not start, the end of the bomber will not be much better. Besides, how can it be so easy to poison it under the strict supervision of the Metropolitan Police Department?

So if this matter is really the organization's handwriting, then they have a high probability of sending out a nail hidden inside the Metropolitan Police Department.

Rao is a nail that Mezcal, who is deeply trusted by the high-level members of the organization, does not know. It is used for a mere bomber. The purpose of the organization is by no means simple.

Is that gentleman worried that the bomber would give a confession to the police that is not conducive to the organization?

If it is a criminal in another case, even if the organization is involved, Xinfan may not be so concerned. But he is different. He is the murderer who killed Kenji Hagihara and Jinpei Matsuda. Any small problem may be related to the truth of the death of Kenji Hagihara and Matsuda Jinpei.

Xinfan couldn't just give up, he wanted to seize any subtle clues and keep investigating until he unearthed the secret truth!

Xinfan thought for a while, and asked Feng Jianyu in particular: "Mr. Kaguya is also very concerned about this case, right? Do you remember to tell him the news of the criminal's sudden death."

"Huh? Oh, okay." Kazami Yu also continued to be confused.

Have you been so upright and fearless? Did Mr. Asano even lose his interest in perfunctory?

So now that this is the case, why haven't you two met frankly? ?

...

The work of the organization is thrilling and the daily adrenaline secretion far exceeds the average level.

But these are nothing for the old Youtiao gin, and there is not even an opera interesting yet.

He was sitting in the front row of the theater, leaning on a chair as if calmly, his eyes were even bored, but this was actually the second time I saw Gin and Vodka today.

Despite this, he still enjoys it.

"Hey, it turns out that Big Brother likes this type of opera." Vodka is really boring, but he still thinks about the gin conscientiously. "Speaking of which, the stage play that will be staged in the Universe Theater in a few days seems to be still Quite interesting, almost all the tickets in the front row are booked."

Gin ignored him, and didn't know if he was interested.

Vodka glanced at his eldest brother and continued: "The content of the performance is still those classic repertoires, but I heard that there will be a world-famous sapphire on display at that time. It is still worth seeing."

"You are really playing the piano to cows when you tell him this."

Suddenly, an elegant voice came from the back row.

Vodka shuddered as soon as he heard it.

He turned around and exclaimed in disbelief: "Belmode, why are you here??"

Belmode leans forward slightly, and his slightly cold hands are directly on the shoulders of Gin: "I've been sitting here since the beginning of the opera. Am I wrong, Gin?"

The gin did not look back, but he reached out and brushed Belmode's hand~www.readwn.com~ said coldly: "Take your paws away."

"Claws?" A very dangerous light flashed across Belmode's eyes, "It seems that you don't want to know the whereabouts of that woman."

As soon as the voice fell, Gin had already turned his head "swish", his face was tyrannical, as if he was going to kill someone in the next moment: "Where is she?!"

"have no idea."

"Belmod!" Gin read the code name of Belmod almost gritted his teeth.

Belmode greeted Gin Wine’s cold eyes without fear, and said, “Although I don’t know the exact location of Shirley, I at least got some clues. This progress should be faster than you, right?”

"Tell me." Gin lowered his eyes.

Belmode suddenly leaned back on the chair, folded his legs, and focused on the opera being performed: "I will tell you when I determine the position of the woman."

Not only that, she wanted to kill Shirley herself. She likes to see Shirley's arrogant face, soaked in panic.