Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 267 Conan: I've Changed
After lunch, Fu Jiang directly left Belmode in the office to work, and drove to the Masuyama Motor Company by himself.

He had called Pisco beforehand, so there was someone waiting for him when he arrived.

"Ireland, are you also in charge of company affairs?" Fu Jiang raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Is there anything strange?" Ireland's weird horned eyebrows raised a few times.

"No, I thought your mission was closer to bodyguards, thugs and the like."

Fu Jiang shook his head and sat on the chair opposite the desk.

"I also think that suits me better, but Masuyama-san is getting older."

Ireland looked down at the table and sighed, his cheeks quivering.

"In this way, I think he is still energetic enough, like a young man." After Fu Jiang replied casually, he got to the point.

"Sijing Motor Company needs to cooperate with Masuyama Motor Company. Can you come up with a plan?"

Ireland glanced at Fu Jiang in surprise, "Your hands and feet are so fast?"

How long ago did this mission start?Has Fu Jiang already touched the core content?
Although it was a question sentence, he didn't wait for Fu Jiang's reply, and shook his head on his own.

"You are much more talented than me, you should really do this job."

He knocked on the table with his fingers, thought about it and said: "We can consider entering the overseas market and opening a new channel. There is no one blocking the way in China."

"Is it the so-called strategic cooperation?" Fu Jiang subconsciously wanted to press the top hat, but it was empty.

Pretending to be indifferent, he put his hand down and straightened his bangs, "You decide the specific content, but be careful, don't let Sijing suffer."

"I understand. Prove your ability so that you can enter the power center."

Ireland tried to smile that I knew, but instead gave a smirk like the villain in the movie.

Apparently he himself is also a serious person.

After talking about business matters, Fu Jiang drove to return.

He needs to go home and write some urban legends and post them online, so that his reputation can reach 100 as soon as possible.

However, the efficiency of this method does not seem to be high. Except for the first time with the help of vodka, which raised him to 15, every time he wrote urban legends, he only increased his popularity by one or two points.

After all, they are just some weird stories without basis. Even if someone was scared at the time, they will forget it after a while.

Maybe he should consider actual action.

For example, going out shopping in the middle of the night with a head full of bullet holes or something.

While driving, Fu Jiang was thinking about his plans for the night.

……

At 21 o'clock in the evening, the first screams on the street pierced the icy night air.

"Don't move!" Officer Mumu showed his ID, "You are suspected of endangering public safety and causing panic. Please don't resist and follow us to accept the investigation."

At the same time, a police officer in the police car picked up the walkie-talkie and kept calling.

The suspects had guns in their hands and were clearly unwilling to give in. They needed backup.

They didn't come here after being fully prepared after receiving the alarm.

Instead, he happened to encounter a murder scene while escorting several prisoners who made counterfeit banknotes.

The specifics of the case involved a man with a shotgun who nearly blew himself to pieces.

The scattered bullets almost tore away his entire face, leaving only a mouth hanging on the lower jaw.

With this kind of injury, no one can believe that this person is still alive and walking.

This kind of scene can only appear in horror movies.

"Police. Are you the police? This voice. Officer Mumu, is it you?"

The half-headed corpse staggered towards Mu Mu Shisan.

"You are? Do you know me?" Mu Mu hesitated for a moment.

He doesn't remember such a brother?
"Don't you know me anymore? Hehe, yes, after all, I've been dead for so long, and you didn't realize it."

The corpse covered its non-existent eyes as if crying.

After his body twitched for a while, he whispered, "I'm yours."

"Brother Kudo!!!"

The speed of the corpse suddenly became as fast as the wind, and it rushed forward a few meters in the blink of an eye.

Mumu was so shocked that he almost pulled out his gun, but when he regained consciousness, the body had disappeared.

The blood splattered on the ground, the minced meat, and the pieces of clothing all disappeared.

It was as if from beginning to end, it was just his hallucination.

But looking at the terrified expressions of his colleagues and the escorted prisoners, and the surprisingly fast police car, he suddenly came back to his senses, and his back was drenched in cold sweat.

"Officer Megure, where is that criminal?" Sato got off the supporting police car.

"The one who was here just now disappeared suddenly." Officer Mumu rubbed his forehead.

And the police officer sitting in the police car also quickly echoed, "In an instant, he disappeared, and then you came to say, how did you come so fast, I just finished sending the message for help."

"What are you talking about?" Sato's eyes widened, "It's already been five minutes."

She almost suspected that her boss and colleagues had taken drugs.

"5 minutes." Officer Meguro raised his wrist tremblingly, looking at the watch that jumped the time, "How is this possible?"

……

In the cold wind howling, Fu Jiang breathed out towards the palm of his hand, and watched the police car drive into the distance.

The head-to-toe black woman who was escorted behind the police car was not a member of the organization.

It is a woman who is called "Silver Fox" by Taoists. She has been jailed several times for making counterfeit banknotes.

If there is nothing wrong with his mind, then this person should be a small character who appeared in an incident in the original book.

From this point of view, Haibara and Conan should have met.

……

As Tomie expected, Conan almost jumped up in Dr. Ali's house.

"So, you are really a member of them, code-named Shirley? You also developed the drug that made me smaller?"

"Yes." Shirley flipped through the fashion magazines, "I think I've made it very clear."

"So, what is the purpose of your coming here? Is it to spread a message for them? To inform me of the end of my death?" Conan clenched his fists.

Damn it, damn it!Why does time pass so slowly? If I had entered the second grade earlier, then I would have completed the anti-killing when I joined the Yamaguchi-gumi!

"You don't have to worry about this, because I have already defected. To that organization, I am a traitor." Shirley raised her eyelids and glanced at the trembling Conan.

The so-called Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era didn't look very good, he was as timid as a mouse.

Although they are about the same age, he and Grappa can be said to be two extremes.

"Defect?" Conan was sure, it was fine, he still had time, "Why did you defect?"

"It may be one of the reasons why I dislike the organization that the organization administers the drug that is still in the experimental stage without authorization.

"But the main reason, I think, is that the ... organization killed my sister.

"In order to express my resentment, I stopped my research without authorization, and was imprisoned in the gas chamber because of this. At that time, I only wanted to die.

"But at that time, a ... somewhat unpredictable member brought me the drug I was researching. I took that drug and had the same reaction as you, turning into a child."

Having said that, Huiyuan narrowed his eyes, and his body trembled slightly.

"And then? What happened?" Conan, who noticed that Haibara's state was wrong, asked.

"No, nothing." Haibara took a deep breath and shook his head.

Before getting an answer, she would rather regard what happened that night as a dream, maybe she was just too tired.

"I just think that you, who are in the same position as me and have the same experience of shrinking, must understand what happened to me."

"Are you kidding me!" Conan yelled, widening his eyes, "How can I understand you, a guy who invented killing drugs?"

"Hey, Xinyi." Seeing that the situation was not good, Dr. A Li hurried forward to dissuade him.

He probably guessed Huiyuan's state at this time. Obviously, no matter what status this girl had, she must be extremely lost and helpless at this moment.

When he picked her up, Huiyuan, who was still unconscious, kept screaming in his sleep, calling out the name of wine and words related to death from time to time.

"Do you know how many people were killed by the drug you invented!?" Conan asked loudly.

"But you and I can survive because of the help of this medicine, isn't it?"

Haibara took a deep breath and calmed down, "Besides, even if I don't develop this drug, the organization will let other people develop it. I won't make excuses for myself, but what I said is the truth."

Her sister is in the hands of the organization. If she does not develop the drug, her sister will die, and this drug is still being developed.

Then why did she risk her sister's life for the sake of illusory justice?
Morality, being limited, cannot be applied to Shirley's situation.

In terms of the railroad paradox of the magic reform, there is an abandoned track and a normal track.

Akemi Miyano was tied to the abandoned track, while the others, were tied to the normal track.

And Shirley is just a passerby holding a toilet peg in her hand.

It's an unsolvable question because the outcome has nothing to do with her choices.

The only change she can make is to hug her sister, then rush to the normal track, and bury her life with others.

Reality is always so ridiculous and cruel.

She has never been a person who can dominate other people's lives.

"It also makes sense." Conan scratched his head, "Thanks to you, otherwise the poison might not be able to be made into a smaller medicine by another person, and then we two would be dead."

"Heh, your ability to accept is quite strong." Haibara did not expect that Conan, who seemed to have blown his hair before, would forgive himself so easily.

"If you are not strong, you can't do it. I have also undergone a lot of training."

Conan remembered the scenes that he shouldn't have encountered, and his eyes twitched.

What's more, it wasn't the first time his life was saved by people from the Black Organization.

It is not known how Grabar is doing now, and whether the burns at that time have affected her.

Conan thought for a while, and there happened to be a former member of the black organization in front of him, he could ask.

　Thanks to Jiang Jinyan for the five thousand rewards, for the strawberry-flavored soft girl for the thousand rewards, and for the one who is not alone for the hundred rewards

　　
　
(End of this chapter)