Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 45 I want to fencing with you
Cheng Shi didn't know how to react for a while, whether to question the matter of the undead first, or what the meaning of fencing was, or whether to question Fu Jiang's hand on his chest.

"Well, can you please take your hand away?"

"Excuse me, I'm just trying to feel it." Fu Jiang straightened up, "If it feels good, I want to buy one too, after all, I also need a disguise."

"Okay." Cheng Shi smiled apologetically, "But I don't seem to understand what you're talking about, can you explain?"

"I'm here to avenge Keiji Aso."

Fu Jiang rubbed his hands, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, "Do you understand now?"

"Aso Keiji?" Cheng Shi tilted his head, his expression was full of doubts, but he took half a step back and approached the drawer behind him, where there was a wrench.

"Yes, let me re-introduce. My name is Aso Honesty. You can call me Ni Jiang. The time limit is two days."

Fu Jiang took off his glasses, "As long as you give me the entrustment money that you plan to pay to the Maori detective afterwards, I can bear the crime for you. As the name suggests, I am very honest and will not lie."

Cheng Shi took a deep breath and leaned against the desk weakly.

He knew his plans had all been discovered and seen through, though he never revealed them to anyone.

"Where did you know that?"

"If I tell you, will you trust me?"

The air was silent for a few seconds, and the clown Fu Jiang laughed again:

"So why should I tell you?"

"Then if I trust you, you will tell me?" Chengshi blinked.

"No~" Fu Jiang narrowed his eyes with a smile, "There are many reasons for you to trust me, this one is not bad."

He nodded his fingers and counted:
"You can't beat me, and you have no ability to resist. I have seen through your plan and can easily stop it. I know your identity and your gender. Do I need to continue talking?"

Fu Jiang asked himself and answered: "The answer is no need, I'm already a general, son, you can only trust me."

"Can you tell me why you want to help me? I have an obligation to know this, right?" Cheng Shi quietly opened the drawer.

It is also a good choice to knock the clown unconscious with a wrench, then tie him up and hide him in the clinic, and continue to carry out the plan.

Whatever the Joker's reasons, he doesn't intend to let someone else become a murderer in his place.

"Haha~" Fu Jiang sighed exaggeratedly while clutching his forehead, then grabbed Chengshi's shoulder and pressed him on the table, took out a wrench from the drawer, and hit his forehead hard, no, lightly one time.

"Look, this thing can't solve me at all, even a gun can't kill me." Fu Jiang threw the wrench:

"I'm a murderer. I want to do something good before I die, or I want to fencing with you, but I don't want to use force, so I want to touch you first. Any reason, can't you?"

Cheng Shi struggled a few times, but Fu Jiang's hands seemed to be welded to death and remained motionless.

"Okay." Cheng Shi said reluctantly.

Hiss, this is outrageous, killing people for you, taking the blame for you, what a great thing.

Fu Jiang threw the wrench to Chengshi in dissatisfaction, then let go of Chengshi's hand and took a few steps back.

"It's not easy for your adoptive parents to raise you so big, so you just die like that."

"They have passed away." Cheng Shi pursed his lips.

"." Fu Jiang was speechless for a while, no matter whether he answered normally or pretended to be crazy, he couldn't think of a good answer.

Fu Jiang's expression returned to indifference, and he put his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.

"That's no reason for you to kill yourself."

Looking at his icy blue eyes and unexaggerated expression in the mirror, Fu Jiang sighed.

He is not a good actor.

If I had known that looking for gin would be a crime movie, I would have watched it.

After a three-second pause, Fu Jiang whistled, "Look outside, that's the detective you hired, why don't you come with me to meet them?"

"Okay." Looking at Fu Jiang with complicated eyes, Cheng Shi got up from the table and rubbed his painful waist.

……

Just like the original book, the Mori family learned that Keiji Aso was a dead person. Under Conan's persuasion, several people planned to go to the public hall to find the village chief and ask Keiji Aso's former friends.

But the Maori family, who were unfamiliar with the place where they lived, did not know where the public hall was, and happened to see Fu Jiang and Cheng Shi walking out of the clinic.

After a friendly self-introduction, the unfamiliar but helpful Mr. Clown decided to take the Maori family there.

"By the way, Mr. Shakou, may I ask you about the magic you performed before?" On the way, Xiaolan asked Fu Jiang curiously.

Although his father reasoned that most of the wounds were drawn on the palms in advance, this could not explain Fu Jiang's look at the three of them through the wounds.

"Magic, to put it bluntly, is just some tricks." Fu Jiang raised his hand and shook, "But magic is different."

"Hey, Big Ge Ge, can you perform it again? People still want to see it!" Conan was acting cute.

He already had a guess in his heart and planned to verify it.

"If you ask me to perform, I will perform. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me?" Fu Jiang rubbed his palms, conjured up a candy and handed it to Conan.

In order to make Conan wake up, he summarized the following key points.

First, the murderer cannot be a bad person, on the contrary, the kinder the better, preferably the kind who is very gentle and kind but is driven to kill by unresolved hatred.

Second, well, there is no second, since there is first, it means that the deceased is indeed the one who deserves to die.

"Thank you brother." Conan reluctantly took the candy and stuffed it into his mouth like a child.

And the worst thing is that he didn't see how Fu Jiang made the candy, just like he didn't see how the other party made the toy gun before.

"By the way, Mr. Shakou, what did you mean when you said there was a void in my heart?" Xiaolan felt that the clown was a bit mysterious.

During these days, she really felt empty in her heart, and no matter what she did, she was a little absent-minded and uninterested.

"Yeah." Fu Jiang the clown rubbed his chin, "Everyone has a hole in their heart, but you, Miss Maori, have a particularly big hole."

Fu Jiang pointed with his fingers, "Has your boyfriend cheated?"

"Pfft!" Conan directly sprayed the sugar ball on the ground, staring at Fu Jiang with wide eyes.

Why are you spitting blood!
"Ah?" Xiaolan was stunned, "No, it's not, it's that one, Shinichi. He's missing."

"Hmph, I knew it was that brat."

Kogoro Mouri pouted, and walked to the front with his hands in his pockets with a step that no relatives recognized.

He didn't want to hear about that brat.

"Missing?" The corner of the dyed red mouth grinned upwards, "It's all right."

"This gap is too big! Brother Xinyi won't, he won't cheat!" Conan couldn't hold back his expression.

Why is this clown so full of bad luck? Could it be because he has taken a fancy to Xiaolan and wants to cut off his beard?
Fu Jiang spread his hands pompously, "Anyway, life is never too short for anyone to live. Your boyfriend is lost, so you can put your mind on this little boy first~"

"That's right." Xiaolan smiled softly, stroking Conan's head.

Conan is much better than Shinichi's reasoning nerd, he never left her alone and disappeared alone.

Conan smiled coldly in his heart, the clown finally said something human.

"Mr. Wise! Turn left ahead!" Fu Jiang yelled at Mao Li who was striding ahead.

After shouting, the corners of his mouth curled up indistinctly.

If everything develops according to the original book, and he is Mori Kogoro, then the truth has been exposed.

No one on the island knew Maori's identity as a detective, so they would invite him, and naturally only Chengshi from Tokyo was the only one.

After turning the intersection and going straight, a few people came to the public hall.

This is a huge building with a height of more than three floors, although it has only two floors.

On the coast on the back, you can hear the sound of waves hitting the coast from time to time.

If the discussion here falls apart, the backhand can throw people into the sea through the window, which is very convenient.

Just like those people standing around outside the museum, holding up signs and shouting, they definitely want to do this.

As soon as he entered the door, Kogoro found a staff member who looked timid and wearing glasses, and asked him to inform the village chief.

And Conan is like a thief who can't control his hands and feet, no, that's too much, he should be a child with ADHD.

She glanced left and right, then sneaked along the wall to a room with a no-entry sign next to the door.

Conan gently opened a slit, and peeked inside with his head turned away.

Old journeyman.

Click, as the shutter sounded, Conan froze.

　Thanks to Fire Dance and the three children for the 500 starting coins, thanks to the sugar bowl sprinkled stars for the 100 starting coins, and thanks to Mr. Smudged Crow for the 100 starting coins

　　
　
(End of this chapter)