Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 240 Didn't You Just Want Me To Say It's Disgusting?
Chengshi raised his head the moment the door opened, just in time to meet the three staring eyes.

"Hi!" Cheng Shi gasped, opened his mouth halfway, then raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, as if suspecting that he had misread.

When he opened his eyes again, Fu Jiang stooped and moved his head closer. His two normal eyes blinked, but the eyes on his forehead seemed to be wider, and they seemed to emit a faint green light.

Cheng Shi took a step back silently, and then closed the door.

It's polite.

It's like looking away when you see an adult defecating on a pedestrian street.

Bang, the door was jerked open.

Fu Jiang grabbed his wrist, "How do you feel?"

"Uh..." Cheng Shi tilted his head and looked at that eye carefully for a while, then said hesitantly, "How disgusting?"

"Disgusting!?" The corners of Fu Jiang's mouth drooped, and his pupils began to tremble, "You said...disgusting?"

"Eh? You asked me how I felt, didn't you just want me to say disgusting?" Cheng Shi was greatly shocked.

There is a dark green vertical eye on the forehead, which has a reptile-like vertical pupil, and the eyes can also see fine mesh textures. For this kind of thing that causes human physical and psychological discomfort, apart from nausea , any other answers?
Does Tomie want him to say 'Wow~ so cool'?No way no way?Does anyone really think this is cool?
Wow, Fu Jiang picked up the cardboard box on the ground and put it on his head, leaving only two eyes exposed from the two dug holes.

According to Fu Jiang's actions, Cheng Shi understood that Fu Jiang really didn't intend to be evaluated as disgusting.

"I'm not saying you're disgusting, I'm saying, that eye gives people a weird feeling, I"

"I know." Fu Jiang raised his hand to signal that he didn't need to explain.

His aesthetics and resistance to spiritually polluted things are inherently different from ordinary people. Obviously, having an eye on his head, and it is also a devil's eye, is indeed a disgusting thing.

The situation was more serious than he expected.

Even Chengshi had this kind of reaction, so Gin guessed that the meeting was just a shot.

He had to go find Hongzi Koizumi.

"That, that eye, is it a real eye?" Cheng Shi wondered whether he should ask about it.

Although he knew that Fu Jiang had some strange abilities, and felt that Fu Jiang was different from normal humans both physically and psychologically, but the fact that he had an eye on his forehead still made his three views burst.

"It's true, I have encountered some small troubles." Fu Jiang pressed the headgear, "But it's not a big problem. You should pay attention to handling the hospital's affairs these few days. If you need something, call me. I'm going out for a while."

After finishing speaking, he quickly went to the underground car park through the secret passage and got into the car.

The eccentric wearing a hood drove a Rolls-Royce to Koizumi's mansion in the deep mountains.

Just before he raised his hand and knocked on the door, the door clicked open.

The old butler walked out with his hands behind his back, his face sullen, his eyes glowing like a wild beast.

He snorted, "Devil's stench, who are you? I've never heard that there are still demons left in this world."

After he finished speaking, he didn't close his mouth, but grinned slightly, revealing his fangs that gleamed coldly like jagged teeth.

"It's me." Fu Jiang took off his hood.

Sure enough, the old housekeeper on the magic side did not show any discomfort, only shock.

He jumped up on the spot, "Master Fu Jiang, is it you? But...how is this possible? How is it possible for you"

Suddenly he thought of something, and his expression changed dramatically.

"Oops, it was the old servant's mistake, did you suck the demon's soul?"

The old butler turned around in a hurry, murmuring that it was the old servant's mistake, the old servant was sorry for the blessings of the red magic family and the gray magic family for generations.

Fu Jiang bowed his head and thought for a while. The newly acquired one probably came from the devil's eye, which absorbed the power of the devil in the painting. Could it be that he sucked the devil's soul?
He's wronged, he doesn't even know how to suck a soul, he has never sucked a soul once in his life.

All of these soul-sucking ghost abilities are all soul-consuming and can be used to enhance the effect, and he can't use them.

"Sucking the devil's soul, what will happen?" Fu Jiang asked the consequences calmly.

"This old servant is only now explaining it to you. You should know that strictly speaking, you are not a pure human being. The blood of the devil is always flowing in your body."

The old butler shook his head to sort out his thoughts, and continued to explain:

"So your physical body is also slightly different from a human being, for example, cigarettes or worse don't affect you in any way and are not addictive.

"Alcohol, in high concentrations, has an effect on your mind, it's like a bad stimulant, and it makes you confused.

"For your kind, the orthodox alcoholic drink is formalin, a liquid that reacts to your body in a manner similar to a normal person's exposure to alcohol.

"And demons and devil's souls are equivalent to DP, no, even scarier than that."

Speaking of which, the old housekeeper's face was sad, and there were a few wrinkles on his face that had no wrinkles at all, obviously blaming himself to the extreme.

Originally, he thought that there were no demons or demons active in this world anymore.

And Fu Jiang, who doesn't have the slightest magical talent, will not be exposed to such things, nor will he know how to suck souls.

So he didn't want Fu Jiang to come into contact with these things related to the gray magic family again, and worried that he would be overwhelmed by responsibility and become a lunatic just like his father Fu Jiang ghost.

He had met Fu Jiang once when he was very young, and he knew how much pain there was in those eyes that were as stagnant as zombies.

The descendants of a race are destined to shoulder the responsibility of revitalizing the race, and this responsibility is enough to overwhelm people.

Fu Jiang, who noticed that the old housekeeper's expression was wrong, explained first:

"Don't worry, I'm not consuming demon souls, and as you can see, I don't even know how to consume souls."

"Really, really?" The old butler raised his head in half-surprise and half-concern, his eyes filled with tears, "Didn't you really absorb the soul of a demon in order to revitalize the clan and obtain the power of magic? "

"Zhenxing Clan?" Fu Jiang twitched his lips, "Not interested at all."

My God, revitalizing the family, is it impossible for him to marry one hundred and eight wives and have one thousand and one children?
No, none of them.

No matter how many responsibilities and grievances he has in the vampire clan, it has nothing to do with him, he doesn't care.

He Fujiang Hehuan only wants to pursue a peaceful and prosperous life.

Seeing that Fu Jiang didn't seem like a lie, the old butler finally let go of his hanging heart.

The sky is falling, hey, it's not falling.

His heart couldn't take it anymore.

"Then this eye, are you troubled by some kind of magical factor?"

The old housekeeper sighed, "Unfortunately, this old servant is not good at magic, so I can only ask Master Hongzi to solve it for you."

"Of course, I'm here to find her." Fu Jiang glanced at him.

He was looking for Koizumi, but the old butler stopped him at the door with a malicious expression on his face.

Then I almost cried, made trouble, and hanged myself three times. I did so many scenes by myself.

"Then, the old servant is waiting here." The old butler bowed and stood at the door.

"Don't worry about me, just do your own thing." Fu Jiang waved his hand.

The old butler will always treat him as a child, and it might be a real surprise if he crossed over as a child.

But forget it now, it will only make him uncomfortable.

The old housekeeper gave him a pile of money directly, which made him happier than caring about him.

The old housekeeper bowed respectfully again, said that the old servant was rude, and then went downstairs to attend to his own affairs.

Fu Jiang pushed open the door directly, there was no one in the bedroom, only a bulging quilt.

Fu Jiang subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to look at the King of Labor, but remembered that the King of Labor who had been with him for a long time was no longer there.

He shifted his gaze to the clock, 8:22.

"You don't go to school anymore?" Fu Jiang tore the quilt away.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Hongzi turned over and pressed her face on the pillow, "Leave me alone."

"Get up, bed." Fu Jiang's voice sank.

If it was Conan, he would have slapped it with one slap.

But Koizumi can't do it, she's just an ordinary witch, and she might be broken in one fell swoop.

"Sleep for a while, just for a while, 3 minutes." After Hongzi replied, there was no movement.

Fu Jiang sat on the edge of the bed, watching the second hand of the clock turn little by little with three eyes.

Finally, three laps passed at a speed of three hours.

"One minute is up."

"Wait a little longer, 2 minutes, just two."

No movement.

Good guy, the next step is the routine of 1 minute, 50 seconds, and 40 seconds, right?
Fu Jiang originally wanted to put his hand, which was no warmer than a dead man's, on Hongzi's neck, but after thinking about it, he still showed disgust.

He directly covered Hongzi's face with the quilt.

Sure enough, it didn't take long, Hongzi moved, and Fu Jiang didn't let the moved Hongzi become still again.

"What are you doing!" Hongzi tore off the quilt, "...how is it you? And your eyes."

She thought it was the old housekeeper who woke her up.

"My eyes are not important." Fu Jiang preemptively said: "Why don't you go to school?"

"Today is Sunday!" Hongzi threw the pillow over.

"...Really? I don't believe it." After Fu Jiang said something hard, he stopped talking and took out his mobile phone to prove today's Hongzi.

It's not his fault, he doesn't have to live looking at dates after his paintings lose their effect.

"Also, why are you covering me with the quilt, won't you wake me up?" Hongzi was extremely angry, "You didn't attack lightly, what if I was covered to death?"

"I'm yelling, you're sorry." Fu Jiang pointed to the butt mark under the bed, "I was there and waited for 3 minutes looking at my watch."

"Then won't you pick me up?" Hongzi gave Fu Jiang a blank look, got out of bed and opened the closet to pick out clothes.

"You, disheveled." Fu Jiang's expression showed obvious disgust, "Have you taken a shower? If you are dirty, can I touch you directly with my hands?"

Hongzi almost didn't come up in one breath, and finally took a deep breath for a while, knowing that he couldn't beat Fu Jiang.

After getting dressed, she sat beside Fu Jiang, frowning and looking at the eyeball.

"Not like devil's eyes, nor devil's eyes. Who did you get it from?"

The more Hongzi talked, the more ridiculous he felt, "You're getting more and more strange, can the eyeballs that you gouged out be directly embedded in your forehead?"

wdnmd, who the hell am I to you?Robber?Robbers wouldn't just grab someone with good eyes and stick them on their foreheads, would they?
Besides, the eyes are not good-looking.

(End of this chapter)