Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 379

"You want to say more than that, right?"

Fu Jiang's tone became as cold as the wind.

"Don't scare me like that, I'm just a weak woman." Belmode smiled reluctantly.

"A woman who is weak enough to sneak into any place and kill anyone?" Fu Jiang opened the corner of his mouth.

Belmode grabbed the bottle and drank it down, opened another bottle of wine, "I don't want to talk about these things."

"If there is any trouble, just tell me, you can always trust me, Belmode." Fu Jiang said seriously.

Although he was really lying, he expressed his true feelings when he said this.

"So, Grabar, what do you think of me?" Belmode changed the subject again.

Blue veins appeared on Fu Jiang's forehead, "Damn mystic, I said it."

"Damn, yes, for people like me, it might be better to die."

Belmode suddenly turned into Shirley, and started to suppress the cloud on the spot.

"While I'm in a good mood now, you can ask me to do something for you for free."

Fu Jiang resorted to a trick and feigned surrender.

He was cheating, but not completely cheating. What he said in the moment just now was actually the truth, and he couldn't decide, because that moment was over.

The "now" that was in a good mood to do something for free has become the "past" by the time I finish speaking.

"For free? Let me think about it. How about turning me into a carefree little girl?"

Belmode raised his eyebrows and held his face with one hand, as if he was really looking forward to it.

"It's late, if it was earlier, I can consider it." Fu Jiang said truthfully.

He only has one rejuvenating drug that can change people's size anywhere.

"Then treat me like a child who doesn't understand anything, only tonight, okay?"

Belmode's eyes curled up.

"Okay, tell me your purpose." Fu Jiang smiled kindly as much as possible.

Belmode stretched out a little finger, "Pull the hook."

Fu Jiang remained silent with a cold face. It's a little late now, can you ask Lang Mu to call that gentleman?Belmode's mind really went wrong.

"Don't be so serious, before you come." Belmode kicked out a box from under the table, "I've already drank a box of wine, so I'm just an unconscious kid."

Looking at a box of wine bottles, Fu Jiang's pupils froze slightly.

He hooked Belmode's little finger, "Pull the hook."

"You are never allowed to hurt me, a liar will swallow a thousand needles."

After completing the family-like vows, Belmode obviously relaxed a lot.

But Fu Jiang's face has completely turned cold.

"It's time for me to go. Don't you have anything else to say? For example, something important that might cause me to hurt you?"

Belmode lay on the table, stretched out one hand and grabbed the hem of Fu Jiang's windbreaker, "I'm sleepy and drunk, can you send me back?"

"Get out." Fu Jiang patted Belmode's hand away, "I won't send the child home."

Fu Jiang turned and walked straight to the door, turned slightly sideways, looked back, his eyes widened, revealing a large area of ​​white.

"You don't owe me anything, you don't need to pay it back, and it's best never to owe me anything."

Fu Jiang ignored the constant urging in his mind to use the reign of terror to clarify things.

Although he is indifferent and self-interested enough, he is still trustworthy to his kind, no matter whether that kind satisfies him or not.

For Shirley, although he received a lot of extra remuneration, he still kept his promise and sent her sister to a place where the organization's eyes could not see.

For Xiaolan, he used him more than he was sincere, but after Xiaolan lost her memory and was in danger, he also appeared by her side as promised, without indifferently refusing to lend a helping hand.

Fu Jiang carried his "trust" with him, and drove a few times back and forth between Cheng Shi's house and his apartment.

Then, I made a few laps outside the Mori office, and after confirming that Haibara and the doctor were not in any accident, they went to the hospital again.

The situation in the hospital is also business as usual, nothing is wrong.

As it should be, because the premonition of danger gave no warning, he was safe.

Crackling, the wooden benches in the park fell apart, and Fu Jiang retracted his irregular twisted and stretched sharp fingers and beast-like nails.

He returned to the barbecue restaurant with "trust" in his arms, and found Belmode sleeping on the table on the second floor.

Fu Jiang grabbed the back of Belmode's neck, threw her in the trunk rudely, and drove to the experimental base.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he dragged Belmode by her legs and dragged her into a lounge, and threw her heavily on the bed.

"Gin?" Belmode slightly opened his hazy eyes.

Bang, what responded to her was the sound of the sliding door being slammed shut, and the sound of locking the door.

In 1997, Belmode tricked me, who was about to go home and sleep, to a barbecue restaurant, farted, and then began to show her affection. I didn’t know anything except that she might owe me something, and it was a waste of fuel. Send her back to the lounge.

I'm such a super nice person.

Ding, the emotional line task is automatically triggered and the emotional line task is automatically completed.

Belmode's super good man has been completed.

Reward: 100 joy points, lvmax of Ke Xue's pseudophonic technique (really not comforting you, touch your head, Huanbao, don't cry even if we are squeezed)

System NMS Uh, well, thank you.

Fu Jiang received the task reward.

In this cold world, there are useless ones of the same kind, and all kinds of extremely fragile human beings. Every creature only cares about itself.

The only thing that can accompany him from beginning to end and never let him down is the system.

For the rest of the time, Fu Jiang sat alone in the empty cafeteria, in the darkness and silence, only the mobile phone screen flickered.

At 47 minutes in Tetris, a text message was sent to his mobile phone mailbox during Didi's notification tone.

Kusuda Ludao's funeral time has been arranged, just after dawn, at 9 am.

This was the third day after Kusuda Ludao's death, and everyone who wanted to see him for the last time also went there.

The number is zero people.

He has no relatives, no friends who are close enough to need to see one last time.

The parents who had been divorced for a long time just said after receiving the phone call, let's bury it as soon as possible.

Is Kusuda Rikudo an unpopular person?Fu Jiang didn't know.

But an unpopular person can't do a good job as a bar manager.

Looking at the black clouds outside the window, Fu Jiang walked to his hospital in the dark.

No one exists on the street, thanks to both his own efforts and the contribution of vodka.

Oh, yesterday's newspaper also played a very good role, the existence of the headless man has been on the news.

Various conspiracy theories, such as the development of the times, people's greed has attracted demons, or the secret weapon researched by the neon government, and aliens have invaded the earth or something.

This should not be considered by Fu Jiang, he just needs to silently pay attention to the popularity and see when it will increase to 500.

There are also funeral expenses and so on, which are deducted from Kusuda Ludao's salary.

As for the pension, because Kusuda Rikudo is not a core member, there is no pension.

Even if there is, he doesn't know who to give it to, or whether Kusuda Ludao is willing to hand over his pension to someone.

An illusory book appeared above Fu Jiang's open palm, and a soul appeared beside him.

This is a muscular man, Garcia.

Fu Jiang did not receive Kusuda Ludao's soul, not everyone has the talent to be a dead person.

"Wow, the night in Japan is really dark and desolate." Garcia turned his head and looked around.

"It wasn't like this before." Fu Jiang let the book in his hand dissipate, put his hand in the windbreaker and walked forward step by step.

Before he knew it, it was already winter. He had heat resistance, but not cold resistance.

He likes the cold, but his body doesn't.

Garcia pretended to be a living person and followed Fu Jiang in a walking posture.

"Is there a problem?"

"You are dead, who do you want to give the pension to?"

"I don't have a pension, I wouldn't think about it."

"You are lucky, the boss has rare kindness in his heart."

"Then give it to my wife."

"If you don't have a wife."

"Then give it to my parents."

"What if your parents divorce and treat you badly?"

"Then I would rather not have a pension, and save myself from thinking about such a terrible thing."

"Very good, Garcia." Fu Jiang opened the corner of his mouth, "You can back down."

"O my vile but rarely well-meaning master, may I take a look at that beautiful silver-haired woman before I step down?"

Garcia asked, shaking his head.

"Go around, but remember, you only have 10 minutes."

Fu Jiang glanced at the soul body floating into the distance, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

The soul is as fragile as a human being, there is no difference.

He guessed that the gentleman must also think so, so he started the drug development.

I want to live forever, and I want to obtain mysterious abilities different from ordinary people through technological means.

(End of this chapter)