Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　 Conan talked about it for five or six minutes. When he finally stopped, he asked in a traditional letter: "Are you finished?"

　　 "It's over."

　　 "Then I hung up..."

　　 Conan forced: "Wait! Have you realized how serious the problem is?"

　　 realized, that is the extent to which "Detective Conan" is about to end, what a big deal!

"I realized." Xinfan leaned casually in the car seat, looking at the constantly changing street scene outside the window, looking overly leisurely, "But as you said, I am abroad now, and I can't help much. The best way is not to trouble you, right?"

　　 "Okay, it seems that's right." Conan nodded, "I am calling to remind you."

　　 "Let's do this, I still have something to do, hang up first." After saying that Xinfan didn't give Conan any more opportunity to explain, he just hung up.

　　 Lay's interested gaze followed: "Did your subordinate offend Gin Wine?"

　　 "That's it." Xinfan answered absently, and then entered a string of numbers into his phone.

　　 No matter what reaction he showed in front of Conan, in his heart, Xinfan was worried about the crisis that Conan encountered. And Mezcal can do much more than Nobuya Asano, the store manager of Ryufeng's music classroom.

　　 At this time, it is almost one o'clock in the morning in Japan.

　　 Gin is nearly two meters tall and has a strong body with muscles on his arms and legs. However, when the phone rang, the gin woke up from an 80×200cm bed.

　　 He turned over and almost fell to the ground. Gin simply sat up.

　　 People who walk in the sea of ​​fire all year round always have worse sleep quality than normal people, and gin is no exception. It's just that he is indifferent and has a clear and reasonable mind, and he doesn't lose his temper because of a work call at night.

　　—However, these sanity all ended at the moment of seeing the number.

　　Mezcal?

　　 Didn't he go to Sweden to deal with the hornet's nest that he stabbed? Didn't he know how to calculate the time difference when he called at night? Is this person sick? !

　　 A few questions in a row made Gin's face even more ugly, and it was already black enough to drip ink.

　　 He answered the phone and asked in a cold voice, "What's the matter?"

　　 If they are not in the real world, but in manga or anime, then readers must be able to clearly see a clump of ice slowly growing from Xinfan's earpiece.

　　 "I heard that you were tapped today?" Xinfan has become accustomed to some people's occasional air-conditioning, and the mature and professional undercover agent still looks as usual when facing the air-conditioning of the gin "freezing ordinary people and frightening Shiho Miyano".

　　 Ginjiu curled his eyebrows: "Did yours? Frank or Pinolol?"

Um?

　　 Xinfan raised his eyebrows lightly.

　　 Gin's first reaction is not Edogawa Conan? According to reason, Nobuhiro Asano and Conan Edogawa are also acquaintances. Since he called to ask, Gin can naturally associate their relationship with them. How come they are all questioning members of the organization?

　　 "No, I don't have so much spare time to eavesdrop on you." Xinfan sneered, "Is there anything you have worth investigating? I just heard about vodka today and I was a little curious."

　　 Jinjiu has already mastered the way to cooperate with Mezcal without being scammed-don't believe his nonsense. So he didn't believe a word of the rhetoric on Mezcal.

　　 On the contrary, the more Mezcal denies it, the more certain the gin is. The person who dared to bug him during the day must have been sent by Mezcal. Ordinary organization members really don't have the guts, and it's normal for someone to cover them.

　　 While cooperating with him, keep vigilant and count him?

　　 Hmph, this is really something Mezcal can do!

　　 Xinfan stared at the phone that was hung up mercilessly, with a dazed expression on his face.

　　 What's wrong, he didn't say anything yet, why did he figure out the gin?

　　 However, this is a good thing, at least Conan shouldn’t need to worry about it.

　　 It’s just that the things Xinfan investigated can’t tell Conan through his own mouth. After all, he is just an ordinary agent, so Conan is destined to be like that headless fly, and be anxious for a while.

　　 However, at this moment, thousands of meters away in Tokyo, Japan, Conan and Nobuhiro Asano are looking at the phone in the same posture.

　　 In the 21st century with the rapid development of telecommunications, in order to improve the user experience, when making a call, the location of the phone number is usually marked around the display of the phone number.

　　 This is especially true for cross-border roaming calls, but the address of Nobuhiro Asano displayed on the screen of Conan’s mobile phone is “unknown”.

　　 This is a bit strange, but it does not rule out the possibility of bugs.

　　 What really cares about Conan is the ring back tone before the call is picked up by Mr. Asano. The content of the ring tones was not music, but a female voice, speaking in a language that Conan couldn't understand—but he was pretty sure that it was not French.

　　When faced with such a professional problem, Conan first thought of Dr. Aka.

　　 As soon as the day broke, Conan called Dr. A Li: "Dr. A Li, please help me find out what "Tohes Khan Mina Daang" means."

　　 "Is this a foreign language?" Dr. A Li was stunned.

　　 "It should be, maybe it is the language of a certain country in Europe." Conan guessed, "I sounds a bit like English, but it should not be the more common language of English, French, German."

　　 Conan only remembers the pronunciation, and Japanese English pronunciation itself is very strange. Dr. A Li followed his instructions, UU Read www.uukanshu.com searched the computer for a long time, but did not find a matching language.

　　 Just then, a crisp female voice came in: "It's Danish, which roughly means ‘the Tourism Bureau reminds you’."

　　 Conan was shocked: "Haihara Ai? Why are you at the doctor's house?"

　　 "Dr. Aka asked me to help monitor the experimental data." Aihara Huihara stood blankly beside Dr. Aka in a white coat.

"Didn’t Mr. Asano tell you that it’s best not to go out recently?" Conan was very anxious. As if no one is at home."

　　 Huihara Ai is strange: "What's the matter?"

　　 "I can't explain it for a while, but the gin may have suspected me."

　　 After hearing Conan’s words, Huihara Ai was not so scared, but calmly asked him, “Where’s my brother, have you called him?”

　　 "Well, I just called him, I told him not to come back. But he doesn't seem to care about my words."

　　 Hearing the words, Hui Yuanai sighed slightly: "From what I know about gin, he doesn't have so much time to spend on children, so you don't need to be so nervous."

　　 Since my brother is not worried, it means that this matter is not as serious as Conan imagined.

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