Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Conan walked to the door of Lu Feng's music classroom and peeped through the glass door suspiciously.

Huh? Isn't Mr. Asano in the music classroom?

The next second, he saw Nobuhira Asano in the corner.

Conan pushed in, with a smile on his face: "Mr. Asano, why is the music classroom so deserted today? Where are Mr. Amuro and Mr. Okiya?"

Xinfan has hung up the phone, and he sips a cup of hot tea: "Mr. Okiya and Amuro-kun both asked for leave today. Anyway, there is no class at night, so I gave Ms. Enomoto a leave."

Most of the time, the Lufeng Music Classroom implements an eight-hour work system from 9 to 5, and staff will be stationed only in the evening when there are classes.

But today is more special. Toru Amuro originally had Mrs. Yamada’s guitar class, but he asked for leave because he didn’t want to see Mrs. Yamada and there was something else. As for the Pleia Okinawa, he is probably now in the car, staring at Dr. Akasa’s house or...

"Then what are you up to?" Conan walked to Xinfan's side and looked at the file on the desktop. "Well, do you need to take care of the ledger?"

"Ms. Enomoto and I recorded separately and checked it once a month." Shinhan said with a smile, "Although opening a music classroom was originally my whim, as a responsible boss, I can do whatever work I face. Very serious. This also makes me very busy most of the time, too busy to take care of Xiao Ai."

Conan: "???"

If it weren't for the fact that Hui Yuanai had already confessed to him, he would almost believe it!

He often has the illusion that Mr. Asano seems to be more leisurely than him.

If there is nothing to do, sitting in the music classroom drinking tea and chatting is also busy, Conan also wants to have a busy and high-paying job.

"Cough cough." Conan cleared his throat and said sternly, "That just happens, I have a very important thing to tell you."

Xinfan could probably guess what he was going to say to him.

On Hui Yuan Ai, if everything is as he thought, Shirley's identity has probably been told to Conan. Of course, it is also possible to say nothing. However, Conan's suspicion for Judy and Tomoaki Shinide has deepened day by day. After receiving the invitation letter from Belmode, it is impossible for him not to do something.

Xin Fan made Conan a cup of hot cocoa, and then let him sit across from him.

After Conan thanked Shinfan, he sat down with a dreadful heart, and said solemnly: "I want to ask you to do me a favor, right here..."

"Wait." Xin Fan suddenly interrupted Conan.

Conan was stunned, and then he saw Mr. Asano stretch out his hand to pull a small inconspicuous stain from his neckline.

A touch of embarrassment appeared on his face: "Maybe it was brought up during dinner today."

Immediately afterwards, Conan's eyes suddenly widened, and his face changed drastically.

wrong! How can ordinary stains be pulled off clothes so easily?

That is--

Xinfan didn't take a second look at the stain, but just threw it into the teacup.

The listening device produced by this organization is easy to use, but it is also very tasteless, not waterproof or high temperature, and it will be damaged within a few seconds after being thrown into hot tea.

Conan, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, has certainly recognized the true identity of the stain. He sucked in a cold breath and said, "Someone stuck a bug on my body, but I didn't realize it at all!"

The more important question is that he has been wearing this dress for a few days, how long has the bug been on his body, and what has he heard?

Thinking about this, Conan's face got worse and worse.

Xinfan leaned back in the seat lazily, "I can say something now."

"No." Conan gritted his lower lip and said with a complex expression, "I'm afraid I've gotten into a catastrophe!"

...

On the other side, in a cramped rental house not far from Lu Feng's music classroom.

From the outside, it looks unremarkable and even a little rudimentary, but when you walk into the room, you will find that there are all kinds of high-tech equipment here, which are basically used for intelligence gathering.

Belmode was sitting in front of one of the monitoring stations, listening with interest to the movement in the earphones.

There was a light of interest in her eyes.

"Asano Nobuhiro, I am becoming more and more interested in your true identity." Belmode gently provokes a meaningful smile.

It is not difficult to find a bug. She chose the position of the neckline to stick the bug. In addition to being restricted by opportunities and circumstances, it was also because she didn't even think about how long to monitor.

However, she discovered the bug and mastered the method to destroy it. This was not something she could do casually, which surprised her a bit.

Asano Shinshige dropped the bug into the water very casually just now, and he didn't seem to doubt that it would work. It's as if... as if he knew the shortcomings of the stained wiretap early on.

However, this kind of eavesdropping device is the latest invention of the organization. Apart from the members of the organization, no one else should be able to know about it.

Asano Nobuhiro, will he be a member of the organization?

This seems very likely, after all, the words before the gin...

Belmode used her long burgundy nails and gently stroked Asano Nobuhira's cheeks in the photo, and whispered softly, "But it doesn't matter, no matter who you are, you are already covered by my plan. No one can. Escape."

Belmode never thought that in this doll game, she lost from the beginning.

...

In another hidden building in downtown Tokyo, Mr. Judy is leaning on a soft seat, with one hand supporting his head and the other tapping the keyboard.

Belmode's voice was playing in her earphones.

Never think that you are standing high, because someone will fly into the atmosphere when you are complacent.

Judy picked up the phone on the table~www.readwn.com~ and typed in a series of numbers expertly.

After a few seconds, the call was picked up by the other party.

"Show." Judy's tone couldn't hide his joy. "It's the most critical moment. Are you ready?"

The man’s calm and low voice came across the phone: "Of course. Mezcal is in Japan recently, and he might also be involved. You have to be careful."

Akai Hideichi's special instructions made Judy happier, but she was still a little confused: "You didn't mean that person..."

"Judy." Akai said in a deep voice, "you have to remember that he is our enemy."

Judy was stunned, then smiled: "I know, I'll be careful. Thank you, Xiu."

Hideichi Akai didn't speak any more, he turned off his mobile phone and lit a cigarette with a cigarette lighter. Just nestled in a small car, watching the bustling and splendid Tokyo ahead.

He has missed that person once, and this time, he must keep her sister anyway.