How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

After Gin finished talking to him, he left with vodka.

Xin Haikong was left alone on the sofa, thinking and drinking the glass of wine little by little.

I don't know what kind of wine this is, it's really not intoxicating at all, and it's surprisingly delicious.

He drank a whole glass and felt nothing other than a little hot face.

The matter this time is really tricky. He hasn't figured out who the people sent by the organization are?

Does he really want to fight the three sides like this?

In a melee like this, the final victory depends mostly on luck, and strategy can play little role.

It would be too stupid to compete with the three parties.

And... there's a question he hasn't figured out yet.

If the enemy that Kenzaburo Ninomiya was guarding against was really the organization, why did the other party open this exhibition?

If it were him, it was known that a large organization with great power was about to take this gem from his hands. No matter what method was used to protect it, he was afraid that there would be something missing.

The mice that hide in the gutter from time to time are really hard to guard against, so it is better to make mistakes, spread things out on the table, and generously pick an auspicious day to announce to the world that he will exhibit on that day.

It is equivalent to blatantly telling everyone, come on, don't you want gems? On December 9th, the Rice Flower Art Museum is here waiting for you to steal.

Leaving a huge loophole like this to seduce the organization to steal on that day, but instead expose the hidden contradictions to the surface, things will become easier to control.

After all, visible enemies are far better to deal with than invisible ones.

And like this, you can also get help from the police.

At that time, the police, the strange thieves, and the three-way struggle will be organized, and the Ergong consortium will be able to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Really good calculation!

If you continue to think along this line... Ninomiya Tianbao went to grab Nakamori Aoko's bag, is it really a pure coincidence?

Did the people in the Ninomiya consortium already know that Kuroba Kaito is the Kaitou Kid?

This must be a little too powerful.

If you want to find out if there is any connection between the two, I am afraid you still need to investigate the family situation of the Ninomiya family first.

and…

It is too difficult to protect the gems, seize the gems, and fight against the three forces.

Can it be changed to a method that maximizes his advantages?

Gotta find another entry point...

It's better to start with the owner's own contradictions.

He recalled the conversation he heard outside the house at that time, and he was a little moved.

Immediately searched the entertainment website for the information of the Ninomiya consortium.

The girl who quarreled with Kenzaburo Ninomiya seems to be called Yuko?

Yes, Yuko Ninomiya.

The interface of the mobile browser quickly jumped out the corresponding news.

"Miss a rich family fancy a poor boy? 》

"The Reverse "Cinderella"

"Bread or Love"

…

At a glance, all are titles of this type.

Shouldn't it really be like what he guessed before, it's a vulgar story of a wealthy eldest lady refusing to marry a rich and handsome fiancé for the sake of a poor boy...

He clicked on several news headlines one after another, and the general meaning of these headlines was all—

Ninomiya Yuko, the eldest lady of the Ninomiya consortium, fell in love with a poor boy who was worthless, and did not hesitate to fall out with his father for the poor boy.

It doesn't make any sense.

Xin Haikong closed the webpage a little boringly.

News like this is somewhat useful to Kaitou Kidd.

That guy is probably going to find a way to turn into the poor boy whom the eldest miss of the Ninomiya consortium likes, and use the eldest lady's style to sneak into the venue.

But for the new sea and air, it is a bit boring.

The contradiction is too small, I'm afraid it won't make any splash.

If this goes on, things will come to an impasse.

Xin Haikong put down his glass, stood up and walked out of the bar.

The moment he put his hand on the glass door, Yuko Ninomiya's tear-stained face and deep hatred in his eyes suddenly flashed in his mind.

A girl who lives in a big family like that, with such a cunning and cunning father, can really be an ordinary love brain?

This can't be explained from a genetic point of view alone.

He suddenly recalled the Buddhist shrine he had seen in the small house of Er Gong's house.

Kenzaburo Ninomiya's fingers were clean, and there was no hand-cleaning device in the room at that time, indicating that he did not order the incense.

At that time, there were only two masters in the house. It was not the incense ordered by Kenzaburō Ninomiya, but the incense ordered by Yuko Ninomiya.

You need Yuko Ninomiya to cherish the memory of the object...

Wait, why didn't he know that the wife of the Ninomiya family had passed away?

Xin Haikong stood on the spot and turned on his mobile phone, clicked on the web page, and searched for Kenjiro Ninomiya's family relationship.

What's interesting is that the link that jumped out of the webpage for the first time clearly says-

Kenzaburō Ninomiya, male, fifty-three years old, married.

His wife is Eriko Ninomiya, forty-six years old.

Have a son and a daughter.

The eldest daughter, Yuko Ninomiya, is twenty-six years old.

The youngest son, Er Gong Tianbao, is sixteen years old.

After careful calculation, Ninomiya Branch is also 46 years old this year. She gave birth to her eldest daughter at the age of 20 and her younger son at the age of 30. The age is quite reasonable.

But, to put it badly, the whole family is still alive, who is Yuko Ninomiya paying homage to?

There must be something he can use here.

The black-haired youth showed a smile, turned the khaki scarf on his body, revealing the red lining, and wrapped it around his neck again.

He took off the khaki hat on his head and turned it over to reveal lamb's wool dyed black.

Black hat, black coat, red scarf.

A normal and not rude winter outfit.

He pushed open the door of the speakeasy, and the bright light scrambled down through the crack of the door.

The information on the Internet was not clear at all, and he had to go back to the police station.

·

The lights are on, and the night is cold.

A girl in her twenties sat alone on the deck, her bright face covered with a deep gloom.

She was wearing a very formal black and white business attire, with a small suit on top and a petticoat on the bottom, and a thick coat hung on the chair beside her, as if she had just arrived here after get off work.

Her thin white fingers tightly clenched the phone in her hand, and from time to time she looked up at the door, as if waiting for something.

Yuko Ninomiya received the text message at around 4:00 this afternoon, while she was working in the company.

There is no signature, the call back is empty, and I don't understand how the other party does it.

The text message is full of fraudulent words-

[If you want to fulfill your wish, come here. ]

Attached to the text is a screenshot of the location, which shows a remote bar.

whispering sound.

Isn't there a trick to cheating?

At the very least, the whole pig slaughtering plate should be used to deceive her, such a fake and empty cake can be drawn.

Ninomiya Yuko completely regarded this as a prank, and after deleting the text message at will, she ignored it.

However, when she threw herself into reviewing the document again, the phone that was set to vibrate mode vibrated again.

Who is it!

She was a little grumpy.

She has had a bit of a problem with her career recently.

Strictly speaking, there was nothing wrong with her work ability.

In terms of her work ability, even the old director of the company has to bow her head and admit that the blue is better than the blue.

She has been working part-time in the company since the third year of college, and she has shown excellent business strategy ability from the very beginning. She has invested in several projects with the project team, and none of them have failed.

She has the ability and the ideas, and is ready to make a big splash in her field of expertise.

The real problem is her family.

Her father, Kenzaburo Ninomiya, suddenly told her a week ago that he was going to marry her to a condescending son!

She is not an only child, and she also has plans to marry, but she has never thought of marrying a younger brother from another group.

The reason is very simple. As a girl, she is already struggling on the board of directors of the group. If she marries the heir of another group, wouldn't it be even more difficult to enter the core power circle?

The Ninomiya Consortium is an enterprise left to her by her mother, and it is impossible for her to give this consortium to that guy Ninomiya Tianbao.

So she temporarily pulled a poor boy from the street and gave him 20 million yen to help him play her boyfriend.

She did not hesitate to contact the media to ruin her reputation, and only hoped that the fiancé would voluntarily give up his plan to marry her after seeing the news.

Thinking of this, Ninomiya Yuko picked up the phone on the table and opened the inbox.

Inside was a new text message, still from the phone call she couldn't get through just now.

[You don't want to know, how exactly did your mother die? ]

Ninomiya Yuko pressed the finger in the upper right corner to delete the text message and took it back in time.

She opened her eyes.

Mother?

How could anyone else know about this?

Her mother died early. She died in a car accident when she was thirteen years old. At that time, all kinds of media were not developed, and very few people knew about it.

Not to mention, after his father Kenzaburo Ninomiya married the woman named Eya, he declared that Ee was also his only wife.

The mainstream media now regards Ninomiya Branch as her mother.

how come?

Also, how exactly did her mother die?

Could it be that there is still a secret about her mother's affairs back then?

Ninomiya Yuko got up from the chair and walked to the window with the phone in hand.

After another unsuccessful attempt to make that call, she compromised and sent a text message.

[Who are you? ]

[It doesn't matter who I am. If you want to know the real cause of your mother's death, 6pm, MOTO bar. The address has been sent to you. ]

What a joke!

After all, she is also a daughter of a group. From childhood to adulthood, there are not a few people who want to kidnap her without long eyes.

This is estimated to be the bait sent by someone who investigated her life experience through illegal means.

Although her memory has been blurred, she clearly remembers that her mother was in a car accident and was hit by a large truck and fell off the viaduct.

The truck driver was fatigued, didn't sleep all night, and momentarily put the brakes on the accelerator.

She reached for the delete button again.

Another new text message popped up.

There is only a string of numbers and a picture on it.

A string of... numbers she knew very well.

[JCB3541981234567890]

Her father's good assistant, Jiro Ninomiya's personal bank account.

This account was rarely used by the other party. Most of the time, it was only used by her father when he was dealing with competitors, and he also made some unclear transactions.

The attached picture is a payment record.

The payment amount is as high as 100 million yen.

Her hand holding the phone was shaking and her face was pale.

Yuko Ninomiya watched it three times over and over again, unable to believe this extremely coincidental payment time—

Thirteen years ago, on December 31st, her mother's rescue failed and she died the next day.

·

Pulling away from the memory, Ninomiya Yuko turned on the phone again to confirm that the other party still did not send a new message.

She frowned, stood up from the booth, and looked in the direction of the gate, which was empty.

After work, Yuko Ninomiya rushed to the bar that the other party told her. Her bodyguard is sitting in the booth next door and can definitely protect her safety.

The other party will send a text message, and they must know something and want to exchange this news for some kind of benefit.

No matter what it is, as long as she can give it, she is willing to give it, she just wants the truth.

Yuko Ninomiya looked around the bar again.

In the evening, the huge bar has gradually increased the number of guests.

In addition to the bodyguard sitting at the table next to her, there were several tables in twos and threes.

Like the young girls diagonally across from her, like the big boy at the table behind her, and like the young man sitting alone at the bar in the center of the hall.

The other party turned his back to her, with short black hair, a strange black hat on his head, and a red scarf hanging down with a tassel, which swayed freely with the warm air from the air conditioner.

Yuko Ninomiya looked impatiently at the gate, where a young man had just pushed the door and entered, but he passed over him without stopping and joined the big boys at the table behind.

Why haven't you come yet!

She lowered her head and stared at the phone, which suddenly vibrated.

Yuko Ninomiya's eyes lit up instantly, and she opened the text message immediately, which read—

[To the blond bartender, you don't want whisky, you want Moscato. ]

? ? ?

What's the meaning?

Yuko Ninomiya raised her head and looked at the bar in the middle of the hall. There was no one there. The man with black hair and red scarf left at some point, and only a blond-haired bartender wiped his glass silently.

Looking for him?

Yuko Ninomiya clenched her phone tightly, stood up hesitantly, and walked slowly to the bar.

The blond bartender smiled at him, tilted his head and asked, "Miss, what would you like to drink?"

She lowered her head and re-confirmed the content of the text message, and said with deliberation:

"I don't want to drink whiskey, I want to drink Moscato."

The blond bartender smiled brightly and handed a glass of pale gold Moscato from the closet beside him, the scent of grapes spreading in the warm air.

Yuko Ninomiya took the glass of Moscato with a bewildered expression, her fingers trembling as the cold wine froze.

"How about I buy you another martini?"

The bartender tilted his head, his big light green eyes blinking with electricity.

"No... anything else?"

Yuko Ninomiya looked at the cup of Moscato in her hand in a daze and murmured in a low voice.

"Of course... not."

The blond bartender retorted with a smile, took out another brown-yellow, sealed document bag and handed it to Yuko Ninomiya.

He bent down, approached Yuko Ninomiya's ear, and said in a low voice:

"This is left to you by the customer just now. Incidentally, the store is very small and there is no surveillance."

!

Yuko Ninomiya took the document bag tremblingly, turned around to greet her bodyguards, turned around and chased out.

The dark streets were empty.

Even when he walked to the alley, he could not see the figure of the man in the black coat.

She came out too late.

The file bag in his hand was heavy.

·

Xin Haikong hummed an unknown self-created tune and walked out of the opened elevator.

He was still wearing the black coat that afternoon, and the scarlet scarf was taken off and draped in his arms.

The semi-closed corridor is still ventilated, and the cold air is raging in the long and narrow corridor without any scruples.

He raised his eyes and looked at the sky, the crescent moon as thin as a hook hung on the gray-blue sky, and the sparse stars were dotted on the side.

Things should be settled.

He turned the bear pendant in his hand, the metal key and the bear kept colliding with each other, making a fine sound.

The silver-white key ring turned faster and faster and flew out.

The black-haired youth paused in astonishment, then strode forward, squatted down to pick up the key that fell to the ground.

"Xinhai?"

A familiar male voice sounded from above Xin Haikong's head.

He held the key in his palm, raised his head in surprise, and his amber eyes met the gaze of the blond youth.

"Did the key turn around?"

The blond young man sneered.

Xin Haikong, who was still squatting on the ground, had cold eyes.

Shouldn't he have to say something preachy again, he's so old, he's still playing a childish game like turning the keys.

so boring.

"It's too delicious."

The black-haired young man's eyes widened in shock, and the amber pupils looked a little darker under the dim incandescent light in the aisle.

"I think I was the third runner-up in the Turn Key Contest in the police academy!"

...so who are the champions and runners-up?

Ah, no, do you still have such a mentally retarded game?

"My best record is 100 turns in a minute without letting the keychain fly out."

There was a trace of nostalgia in the eyes of the blond youth, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.

"It's a pity that they were defeated by those two guys. The fingers of defuse bombs are flexible."

His voice fell slowly, and the corners of his lips gradually flattened.

"Aren't you standing up yet?"

The blond young man stretched out his hand, wanting to pull Xin Haikong.

Shinkaikura obediently put his hand on the other's warm palm and stood up.

"When did Mr. Anshi come back, I always feel like you've been absent these days."

The blond youth's face stiffened, and his purple-gray eyes narrowed.

"busy recently."

"By the way, Xin Hai, what do you think about the last incident of the haunted house in the amusement park?"

view?

What else can he think?

"Hey - it's so cold here, can we go inside and say okay?"

The black-haired youth raised his head and looked at Toru Amuro.

"Of course, to your house, or to my house?"

Amuro couldn't help laughing, and pointed at the two doors that were next to each other.

"Go to Mr. Amuro's house! Speaking of which, I haven't been there yet."

The young man's eyes shimmered with a curious expression.

·

The blond young man brought a cup of steaming hot cocoa to Xin Haikong.

"Um...thank you."

Xin Haikong picked up the cup of hot cocoa and warmed his cold fingertips.

"Why would Mr. Amuro ask such a question?"

The black-haired young man tilted his head subconsciously and said, "I saw the official document of your Ministry of Public Security yesterday. Did the arrest of Fangmura Hirohiko fail?"

"Yes."

Amuro frowned.

"After our people arrived, the house was already empty. Fangcun transferred all the assets ahead of time. It is estimated that he had already planned to escape."

"That's it."

The black-haired youth frowned sadly and sighed softly.

"what a shame."

"By the way, I noticed on your official document that Hirohiko Fangmura is an undercover agent of a certain organization? This organization refers to..."

"It's the organization I'm undercover."

Toru Amuro nodded affirmatively.

"After sending Conan back that day, I didn't come back, but went to the organization. I met someone there...and got detailed information about Hirohiko Yoshimura. This guy was turned against by someone eight years ago and joined the organization. For the organization. In eight years, I don’t know how much has been done for the organization.”

"how so!"

The black-haired youth was a little excited and put a mouthful of hot cocoa on the table.

Probably because he didn't notice the strength, the hot cocoa that was already full in the cup overflowed a lot, and the dark brown liquid splashed on the snow-white coffee table.

This stain is particularly obvious under the reflection of the light.

"Ah, I'm sorry..."

The black-haired youth raised his head, his eyes full of guilt.

"fine."

Amuro Toru took out a tissue and wiped the table hastily, barely wiping away the stain.

"I'll just wipe it when I clean it up later."

He doesn't have any cleanliness, and doesn't really care about that.

"I'm sorry, I'm just too surprised. Fangcun is a policeman, why..."

The black-haired youth had an incomprehensible look on his face.

Amuro sighed.

"Actually, I can also understand him. You may not have paid attention to what happened back then. In the kidnapping case of that year, the above insisted that the case should be closed in the name of gang fight. If this is the case, no one will pay for Fangmura's death. Those kidnappers probably only need to be locked up for a few years before they can get out. It is estimated that M used revenge for Fangcun as a bait and successfully turned Fangcun back."

"M?"

The black-haired youth widened his eyes in confusion.

"What does this have to do with M? Could it be that it was M who turned against Fangcun back then?"

"I'm not really sure about this, but from a logical point of view, it's most likely M."

Toru Amuro sat up straight and changed the subject.

"Xinhai, can you repeat the story of why you and Matsuda went to that haunted house?"

"certainly."

Anyway, he was deceived without knowing anything at the time.