How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

Xin Haikong clenched his fists.

If readers on the forum really confirm that M knows Shuichi Akai, then in case he has contact with Shuichi Akai in the future, it is estimated that keen readers will soon discover the connection between Xin Haikong and M.

No, you have to find a way.

New concept love: shit, big guy six six six. Totally reasonable! But if so, wouldn't Chichi's identity be exposed? That person can recognize Subaru Okiya's vest!

The sea of ​​green color: Yes, although we are talking about flowers and qin, we all know that this must be the routine of the old thief, and the gin was definitely not Akai at the time. If the people in the organization have already recognized Okiya Subaru as Akai Shuichi, and Gin is also present, why not just kill Akai?

Yokohama No. 1 Detective: To be honest, this is something I haven't figured out yet. X was able to react in time for Akai Shuichi, he should have paid attention to Akai's actions, but since he recognized Akai, why didn't he tell Gin and kill Akai.

Cactus Boy: Question, there is a possibility that it is fake wine again.

The King of Monkey Mountain: No way, the fake wine should help get the medicine, how can it destroy the medicine?

Has the Metropolitan Police Department closed down today: Is it possible that this bottle of wine treats Chichi as an angel like Sister Bei treats Xiaolan as an angel...

A man who relies on a woman must not: I'm sorry I'm going to vomit. I'd rather speculate in the direction of M's bad taste.

Can't. Can't let this matter become the consensus of the forum, is there any other way to understand it?

But the order of things is irrefutable evidence, there is no way to wash it.

Xin Haikong's eyes fell on the letter M, and suddenly, he thought of an entry point.

Since he has already helped carry so many pots, there is no problem in demonizing him.

Metropolitan Police: To be honest, if it was a prediction that the phone was thrown, the position of the person who threw the phone would be inexplicable.

If it was real sake, why didn't he kill Akai? If it was fake wine, why did he destroy the medicine?

New Concept Love: Yes! It's impossible for real wine to tolerate an FBI under its nose, and it's impossible for fake wine to help the organization destroy drugs?

Metropolitan Police Department: Is it actually possible that the person who threw the phone threw it without knowing Shuichi Akai's actions?

Jiang Shangyu: No, that's too powerful... Upstairs means that, without knowing Akai Shuichi's true identity and disguise vest, only through pre-judgment, considering in advance that someone will blow up the lights and grab the medicine ?

Sunflower Taipan: To be honest, it's a bit outrageous. That IQ is too high.

Men who rely on women are not good: but sisters, if it is replaced by M, it will be understandable! M's IQ is so high, it is possible to predict it in advance! There are three possibilities left for people who throw away their mobile phones now. First, the real wine that has been pumped out of their brains; second, the fake wine that abandons the open and the dark; third, the villain with a high IQ. Which one to choose! Which one do you choose!

Today is also a happy day: oh oh oh! Is it the high-IQ villain I've been waiting for? Absolute child! M's IQ is really high!

The working emperor in the winery: Well, I still think it might be fake wine. Maybe that person is a Japanese police officer? Or the CIA? In short, it may be a department that does not need that medicine (nonsense ING).

Back to basics: I may be more inclined to real wine, I feel that the action looks like a ruthless...

fine.

It's pretty good to be able to break the wind direction on the forum to this extent.

That little detail discovered by "Yokohama's No. 1 Detective" is ironclad, and it's good to be in a state of debate now. As long as a fixed idea is not formed in the reader's mind, there is always an opportunity for change.

He flipped down a few pages, and after making sure the latest comments were generally okay, lay down on the bed with peace of mind.

·

The next day, the playground.

Xin Haikong climbed down from the roller coaster with sore legs, rubbed his neck that was about to break, and his whole body was about to be reorganized by this roller coaster.

Just now, he experienced the biggest physical and mental blow in his life and was exhausted both physically and mentally.

His biggest mistake today was that he didn't listen carefully to the staff, and even dared to ride the roller coaster with his head down because the wind was too cold.

No, not right! He shouldn't be on a roller coaster at all!

There was an angry look on the pale face of the black-haired youth, anger flashed in his eyes, and he glared at the curly-haired man beside him.

"Hey! Hey! That's not it, we are just riding the fourth-ranked wooden roller coaster. Can't we stand such a slow speed?"

Matsuda Jinping held up his sunglasses with a guilty conscience, glanced at Xin Haikong without a trace, and talked stubbornly.

The wooden roller coaster they were riding was indeed a lot slower than the average roller coaster, but the bumps increased exponentially.

The whole journey seems to be sitting in a dilapidated old car with only the bottom and wheels, speeding through the Himalayas.

"When you proposed it before, you agreed..."

Matsuda's voice became smaller and smaller under Xin Haikong's angry eyes.

Shinkai did agree.

The young, ignorant of the world, and "innocent and innocent" Xin Haikong was naive for a while, but was succeeded by Matsuda's aggressive tactics, and then he got on the roller coaster.

He beat the back of his neck twice with his hands, hoping to hammer back the neck that seemed to be about to be dislocated.

"Ah! There are map staff there."

Matsuda swept aside when avoiding Xin Haikong's eyes, and accidentally saw a staff member wearing a clown clothes.

He was wearing comical makeup, and the corners of his mouth were drawn upward with a crayon, like a raised red smile.

The dark blue water hyacinth was comically smeared with pink paint, which looked very out of place.

Wearing a multicolored wig on his head, wearing a circus costume with long hands and feet, and holding a thick stack of maps in his hand, he seemed to notice Matsuda's gaze and turned his head to look at them with a smile. .

In order to divert Xin Haikong's attention, Matsuda stepped forward, took a paper map from the clown's hand, and slowly unfolded it.

"Cough, what do you want to play next?"

He held up the paper map high, covered his face, and asked in a low voice from the map.

"Go to a place where you can stand well." He didn't even want to sit.

Xin Haikong replied angrily.

This was the first time in his life to ride a roller coaster. He didn't expect to leave such tragic memories. He should never ride a second time in his life.

"A place where you can stand..." Matsuda's eyes wandered on the map, and after pondering for a long time, he said with a smile:

"Hmm... What about the haunted house? This is called Eh, Sadako and the Pen Immortal vs. Gaya Coconut Theme Park?"

?

The black-haired youth twitched his eyebrows comically, his facial features huddled together in surprise.

What haunted house is this?

Xin Haikong instantly forgot the pain in the back of his neck, and probed over to glance at the map.

It's not that Matsuda Jinping was fooling him, the map was written in black and white: Sadako and the pen immortal fight against the coconut.

interesting.

"Then go here."

·

The entrance to the amusement park.

"Yuantai! Look at this balloon!"

"Ah - it's really a pity that Ai-chan didn't come!"

"Look, look, that roller coaster!"

A group of chattering children ran wildly like wild horses scattered, a dark-skinned handsome blond man stood reluctantly at the ticket office and took out his wallet.

His eyebrows were drawn into a line, and the middle of his forehead was arched with wrinkles.

The purple-gray eyes looked a little blue under the sunlight, like a river full of sadness.

Sad handsome guys can also be regarded as a good attraction, and the eyes of the girls around are always swept over.

Behind him, a short boy pushed his glasses expressionlessly, and asked in an unwavering voice:

"So why did you promise uncle to bring these guys to the amusement park?"

Obviously, it's fine to just perfunctory, these children are not really obliged to come.

Is it because of the arrogance of adults?

Toru Amuro lowered his face.

To be honest, he didn't want to play with these little monsters with destructive power comparable to Godzilla.

However, in order to investigate the information of M for the first time, he left Osaka alone without talking to Kogoro Mouri.

As a result, the latter is now quite critical of him.

For the long-term and healthy development of his undercover career, he must help Kogoro Maori to restore his image as a good apprentice in his mind.

Therefore, when Maori Kogoro was unwilling to let Xiao Lan go out, he took the initiative to ask Ying to bring this small group of children out to play.

But he really didn't expect the destructive power of children to reach this level. He would rather go back to the winery and fight the legendary M for 300 rounds than stay by the side of this group of Godzillas.

"It's your turn, Mr. Amuro."

Amuro turned around and bought himself an adult ticket with four child tickets.

Then continue to lead the group of Godzilla to the park with no love.

"Wuhu! I want to go here!"

The plump Yuan Tai held up the playground map that he didn't know where it came from, his black eyes glowing with excitement.

"Eh?"

"Genta! Genta! Ayumi also wants to see the map—"

"What is Sadako and the Pen Immortal vs. Gaya?" Mitsuhiko frowned and looked at the theme park on the west side of the map with a puzzled expression.

Genta knocked on Mitsuhiko's head and said in a rough voice:

"It's so stupid, it's Sadako, Bixian and Gaya fighting together!"

"I'm not asking that question..."

Mitsuhiko's whispered response was overshadowed by the girl's thin voice.

Yoshida Ayumi raised her hand high and proposed:

"Let's go here, okay, this fighting paradise!"

Several children stopped their rushing forward together, and turned their heads to look at Toru Amuro and Conan with anticipation.

Amuro Toru took the map from Yuan Tai's hands inexplicably, and muttered in a low voice:

"Why is this ghost place still here..."

His eyes stayed on the theme park with a small hill on the far left of the map, and he frowned.

The blonde youth said with a threatening hint:

"This is a haunted house, children will not be able to sleep at night if they go there."

Conan twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly, and rolled his eyes in front of Toru Amuro.

"Mr. Amuro, don't you know that this will be counterproductive..."

as predicted.

The mental level of the children who heard the word "Haunted House" was almost doubled compared to before, and they screamed:

"Oh oh! Haunted house! I'm going to the haunted house!"

"Haunted house! Haunted house!"

Toru Amuro didn't know.

But Amuro knew now.

The blond young man's face was originally a fake smile, but it instantly solidified.

Now he can only hope that the staff of the haunted house will not let the children in.

- although this is almost impossible.

·

There is a serious problem with the map scale of this amusement park. The haunted house is on the far west side of the amusement park, which is a little more remote than what is drawn on the map.

If it wasn't for the fact that they hadn't touched the outer wall of the playground along the way, they would have thought that they had already walked out of the playground.

Xin Haikong and the others walked towards the map for a long time, and finally came to the legendary "Sadako and the Pen Immortal vs. the Coconut Theme Park".

The gate of the haunted house is a simple cave, which seems to have been dug out directly on the basis of the original mountain.

There is no staff at the entrance, just a red sign that says "Entrance".

It's too shabby...

The entrance of the cave is very narrow, and there is a black hole inside, and nothing can be seen.

In the daytime, the wind was blowing, and just standing at the entrance of the cave, I felt a chill.

"So, why did Sadako and Bixian have to fight Gaya in the cave?"

The black-haired youth's expression was rarely blank, his lips were slightly open, and his eyes were dull.

"Probably... an ordinary house is not enough for them to fight?"

Matsuda took off his sunglasses, and he was afraid that continuing to wear them would make him blind in the cave.

Of course, even if he becomes blind, he has to be a handsome blind man. But it's better not to be blind.

"Do you still want to go in then?"

Xin Haikong looked up at the name painted with red paint on the top of the cave, and pressed his jaw.

"Go. Come on."

It's really not easy for them to find it in such a remote place.

Didn't you see that this haunted house didn't have any guests on Saturday?

Even though he said that, he still didn't mean to move his footsteps at all.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's mainly winter, it's really a bit cold.

Xin Haikong stood there and waited for a while, until Matsuda behind him stepped forward first, and then followed silently.

This cave really doesn't look cold, it's really cold.

The cold wind poured in from the long and narrow hole, and drilled up along the empty sleeves and trousers. Xin Haikong was so cold that he couldn't help shivering.

There are a lot of protruding sharp corners and rocks blocking the road in the hole. In the dim environment, if you don't walk carefully, you will be easily hit.

The man who dug the cave was very careless, and some places were so narrow that only one person could walk sideways.

"Let's go faster. It's better to go out earlier. It's too cold."

Xin Haikong said in a low voice, turning sideways through a narrow path.

Until now, he hadn't seen anything related to Gaya, Bixian or Sadako.

I don't know when the main part of this theme park started.

"This entrance is too long, how long will it take to see Gaya..."

In the empty cave, only his echo could be heard.

The quieter the place, the more subtle sounds can be heard.

But now, as his own voice faded away a little, the whole cave could hear his own tinnitus silently.

Xin Haikong looked up at the darkness ahead.

The overlapping rocks weakened the small natural light at the entrance of the cave to no extent, and there was only a thick darkness that was indistinguishable from the real and the fake.

The biting chill started from the soles of the feet and spread up little by little.

He suddenly realized that Matsuda Jinping had not spoken for a long time.

Xin Haikong stopped.

His right hand was still firmly holding on to the rock wall, which was how he was able to continue walking before.

"Matsuda?"

The black-haired youth probed in a low voice, while reaching for the mobile phone in his pocket.

"I warn you, don't scare me... Matsuda?"

In the empty cave, only his voice could be heard.

His breathing became rapid.

This haunted house is a bit too remote, it's really outrageous to have only two of them.

"Matsuda Jinping!"

The youth's voice gradually grew louder, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight.

The white light from the flashlight suddenly illuminated the ground beneath his feet.

A large piece of scarlet blood spread from under his feet, all the way to the front.

Xin Haikong suffered cardiac arrest.

The phone in his hand slipped uncontrollably.

·

next second.

A cool hand put on his shoulder, and the other hand caught the phone that fell into the air in time.

A familiar voice sounded in his ears:

"You won't be really frightened..."

Xin Haikong was stunned in place for more than three seconds, and finally came to his senses and figured out what happened.

The black-haired young man showed a nuclear good smile, and his regained consciousness raised his mobile phone. The flashlight was still on, enough to illuminate the small space in front of them.

He pointed the flashlight at Matsuda Jinping in front of him, and the dazzling light made Matsuda dodge with his hand to cover it.

"are you angry?"

Matsuda's voice was a little rude.

Don't get angry, don't get angry, no one will take care of you when you get sick.

There will be opportunities to toss this guy in the future.

This time, it was considered that Matsuda was worried before, and it was just a report for him.

He maintained the smile on his face, his back teeth clenched together, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Keep going."

"No, it's not angry?"

In the darkness, he heard Matsuda's low voice.

What, are you still trying to make him angry?

Brother, you are in a bad mood lately!

After Xin Haikong made a mental plan to give Matsuda Jinhei "psychological counseling", he slowly regained his sanity and raised a flashlight to illuminate the surrounding scenes.

It was only at this time that he understood the sinister intentions of this cave.

It's not like he thought before, this cave has a long foreshadowing in the early stage, and it has not entered the main topic.

In fact, the fright started a long time ago.

It's just for those who are afraid of haunted houses and can turn on flashlights.

The walls of the cave are densely printed with **** handprints, and there will be bloodstains left by dragging at intervals on the ground.

At first glance through the light of the flashlight, it makes one's scalp tingle.

After walking for a while, various "floating" corpses, hanging "arms"... and so on, emerged one after another.

But to be honest, aren't these still the normal operations of normal haunted houses? And the props in this cave are much simpler than ordinary haunted houses.

What does it have to do with Gaya, Pen Immortal and Sadako?

"cough!"

He fluttered away the thick dust accumulated on the "ghost hand" in front of him, and couldn't help coughing.

"There must be too much dust in this haunted house. Could it be that Gaya knocked over the chalk tin while fighting with Sadako?"

Xin Haikong held the "flashlight" in one hand and dragged Matsuda Jinhei's sleeve with the other to move forward. In order to put an end to someone's terrifying spirit of immortality, the only way to cure the symptoms and the root causes was to hold them firmly.

"The front seems to be opening up..."

Matsuda took a step ahead of Xin Haikong and touched what was in front of him.

The echoes of what he said were not the same as before.

Xin Haikong raised his mobile phone in surprise. Sure enough, there seemed to be no more reflective walls in front of him, but the range that the weak mobile phone power could illuminate was limited, and he couldn't even see what the wall looked like or where it was.

"Have you reached the crucial point?"

He continued to hold the phone, put his hand on Matsuda's shoulder, and used the opponent as a human shield to press forward.

"I said, don't use me as a shield, Shinkai-chan."

Matsuda responded with dissatisfaction, but still walked forward with disgust.

To be honest, the younger generation who will be afraid is quite fun. In the darkness, a smile appeared on Matsuda Jinhei's face.

As it approached step by step, Xin Haikong's courage seemed to be punctured by a balloon, becoming more and more deflated.

His hand holding the phone also got lower and lower, until the light of the flashlight could only see the blood on the floor.

until-

They stopped.

The light of the flashlight revealed a long silhouette in front of it, much like a man lying on his side.

"Why don't you go?"

Matsuda felt Xin Haikong's retreat behind him, "It's just a model."

"no…"

The voice of the young man behind him was hesitant and slightly trembling.

"Not what?"

Matsuda frowned in confusion, and turned his head to look at Xin Haikong.

"Didn't you smell it?"

There is a faint smell of blood in the air, and the closer you get to the "model" in front, the more serious the smell of blood.

In a dark environment, after vision is deprived, people's sense of hearing and smell become more sensitive.

The **** smell has actually appeared a long time ago, but it was too slight at first, and then I got used to it.

The slight **** smell is hardly worth mentioning under the cover of many dust, and then it is used to it, and people can't quickly detect the situation without other external stimuli.

"smell…"

What?

Before Matsuda's words were finished, he finally realized that the strange smell wafting in the air was not the setting of the haunted house they thought at first, but...

The taste of blood.

Xin Haikong let go of Matsuda's hand and rushed forward with his mobile phone in hand. Under the weak light source of the flashlight, he could clearly see that there was a person he knew very well lying on the ground not far away.

A person who had only met last night and who had no reason to be here anyway.

-Atobe Keigo.