Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 42 What is the salary?

Glancing at the muzzle aimed at himself, Fu Jiang raised his hands.

"People can't be fooled by appearances, I advise you to be kind."

8 points of agility are not enough to dodge bullets, you can only rely on prediction.

However, there is no Ke Xueren in this group of people. Only one of them has a physical strength of 7, and the rest are only 6, and they are all ordinary people.

But there is no need to take risks in this situation, the system has not issued a task, and the job of security is no longer needed. He has the foresight to save Vodka's life.

"Advise us to be kind?" Fujie sneered, "We are a gang of robbers!"

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back!" Kamen Rider shouted.

The other three security guards who did not resist were tied up and their mouths were sealed.

"And you! Don't be silly!" The younger brother who played the alien pointed the knife at Fu Jiang.

"Can you let me go? I have an appointment tonight that I don't want to postpone."

After all, Fu Jiang still turned his back.

"Oh, what do you think." The robber tied Fu Jiang, and then pulled off his glasses, "Blindfold me too... Forget it, let's wear glasses."

Fu Jiang and the rest of the security guards were pushed into the corner, and the female bandit leader inexplicably asked her men to tie herself up, disguise herself as a victim, and asked them to cut the telephone line.

The persecution paranoia is quite serious, and everything he does is based on the assumption that someone has invaded the department store.

But just as expected by her delusion of being murdered, the young detective team sneaked into the department store and successfully attracted the attention of the robber gang.

……

"Damn it, don't move, brat!" Kamen Rider grabbed Genta.

"Oops!" Conan quickly looked around, looking for something to kick out, but he didn't notice the two younger brothers approaching behind him.

"Conan! It's dangerous!" Mitsuhiko and Ayumi reminded anxiously.

"Tsk." Looking at Conan who slipped away from his hands like a loach, the robber's eyes flashed bored, and he took out a knife from his pocket.

Tap, tap, the sound of high heels came from the corridor.

"Huh? Head, why did you come out? Don't you need to pretend anymore?" A group of robbers were a little confused.

Ms. Fujie smiled and approached Kamen Rider step by step.

"Uh, head, did you suddenly become taller, why..."

He felt that not only was Fujie significantly taller, but the contours of his face and the edges and corners of his facial features had also deepened.

Bang, Miss Fujie grabbed his hair and slammed his head on his knee.

"Ah, no need."

Ms. Fujie answered his first question with a cold male voice, and then raised her hand in a hands-on gesture.

In an instant, all the lights in the department store were turned off.

With the disappearance of the light source, everyone's eyes were pitch black, and it was difficult to adapt.

The figure of "Miss Fujie" slowly melted into the shadows, and with the sound of body collisions and screams, the building returned to silence.

Not long after, the lights came on again, and the security guards ran over to find Conan's group and several unconscious robbers.

……

Fu Jiang, who was disguised as Ms. Fujie, walked out of the department store quickly, and stopped a taxi casually, "Mihua Park."

"Okay, miss, is your throat uncomfortable?" the driver asked friendly.

"Drive, hurry up." Fu Jiang's voice became hoarse.

He disguised himself as a woman just to be on the safe side, in case Gin arranged for a sniper in a nearby building to wait for him to come out.

After all, it was very dark now, and Gin probably dictated the words "Kill a tall man".

Even though he is disguised as another security guard, he is still a very tall man who can hardly change his height too much.

But if it's a tall woman, it's fine.

Under Fu Jiang's urging from time to time, the taxi came to Mihua Park.

Glancing at the meter, Tomie stuffed 2990 yen before the driver could speak.

After getting out of the car, Fu Jiang ran directly to the Mercedes-Benz w180 parked outside the park, opened the door, got in and started the car, without delaying anything.

This is the best plan he chose. It is too late to go directly to the new house hotel, and the cost of taking a taxi is too high. It is better to go to the park first and then drive your own car there.

This not only saves money, but also reserves a lot of time for him to observe the terrain, so that if the conversation collapses or he feels something is wrong, he will have a chance to escape from the chosen route.

With Fu Jiang's lv9 driving skills, which is quite good compared to ordinary people, this old car produced in the 50s drove quietly to the Xinfang Hotel.

Parking the car in the parking lot, Fu Jiang looked at Lao Litu, and there was still half an hour left.

He observed the surrounding terrain. Gin was quite sincere, and there were no good sniper spots nearby. The only place with a good view was the third-floor roof of a shopping mall opposite.

But it's very conspicuous there. If a sniper is deployed, Fu Jiang can see it at a glance.

Without removing the disguise effect of the simple surgical board, Fu Jiang took the stairs directly to the women's toilet on the fourth floor. After finding a cubicle and changing his clothes, he removed the disguise and walked to the door of Room 402.

Dong dong, he just knocked twice, Vodka opened the door, took a step forward and squeezed Fu Jiang away, glanced left and right and stepped aside.

Fu Jiang strode in without hesitation, glanced at the gin leaning on the sofa and the Boleta 92F on the table, and sat casually opposite him, crossing his legs.

He didn't panic at all. If Gin showed hostility, he would shoot himself in the head and "suicide".

"You rejected my proposal." Qin Jiu's eyes were full of scrutiny.

"Is there?" Fu Jiang tilted his head and thought for a while, "No, no, I haven't had time to answer."

"Heh." Gin sneered and waved, and Vodka brought two glasses.

He poured a glass of gin for gin, then hesitated for a while and poured a glass of gin for Fu Jiang as well.

"I heard you don't drink." Gin said coldly after the vodka was poured out.

He leaned forward and could grab the gun at any time and shoot Fu Jiang into a sieve.

"I also said that I don't smoke." Fu Jiang took off his glasses and threw them on the table.

"Ah? You don't smoke and you still grab big brother's cigarettes? Why are you like this?" Vodka blurted out.

"Shut up, Vodka." Gin glared at Vodka.

"I thought you gave it to me." Fu Jiang took out a lighter and a cigarette case from his trouser pocket, and gave gin from the table.

Gin picked up the cigarette case and looked at it. Compared with the last time, there was only one cigarette missing in it, "Not addicted to cigarettes? Or don't you like smoking this one?"

"Usually only smoke when you are very sleepy." Fu Jiang simply replied.

"Very good." Gin nodded, and then slid the cigarette case and lighter to Fu Jiang.

I don't know if he thinks it's good that Fu Jiang doesn't have a cigarette addiction, or that it's good that Fu Jiang only needs to stay up late once during this period.

"That, big brother..."

Vodka stood aside, a little uncomfortable, and signaled Gin to get straight to the point as soon as possible, lest he fidget and worry that there would be a shootout in a while.

Gin ignored him, picked up the glass and shook it lightly, "Are you allergic to alcohol?"

"I haven't drank it, so I don't know." Fu Jiang put his legs down, "If you want to introduce the career I used to do, then you don't have to."

"Oh, you think too much." Gin Jiu raised the corners of his lips, "This is just a concern for future new colleagues."

After speaking, he leaned back on the sofa again.

"What's more, I have already investigated your life experience."

Curiosity flashed in Fu Jiang's eyes, "Oh? Really? Tell me about it."

His tone and attitude made Gin unable to tell for a moment whether he was seeking proof or simply had a brain problem.

"I don't think it's necessary." Gin took a sip of his wine.

In fact, he didn't find any information about Fu Jiang.

In Japan, there are only three households with the surname Tomie.

The first household is an ordinary family of three, the couple has a healthy daughter.

The last family of three died when the Ferris wheel fell.

The second household is a single man who lives alone, but according to the survey, he often lives with different women for a period of time.

In the end, he died of murder and his head disappeared.

The third household is a two-person family, which is ordinary, and it is not heard that the two have children.

But they also died, the woman died of violence, and the man died within a few months after being acquitted.

But these don't matter, the important thing is that Fu Jiang is a "non-existent" person.

This is the focus of Gin's thinking.

Gin put a piece of information on the table, "Organize a test for you, it's hard for you."

Fu Jiang didn't look at the information, but narrowed his eyes slightly, and his momentum gradually increased, "Before that, I want to ask a more important matter."

Vodka's hand quietly felt like a gun handle.

"How much is the salary?" Fu Jiang sat up straight, "Whether there is a residence for the employees, regardless of the three meals, whether the various expenses of the vehicle can be reimbursed."

(End of this chapter)