Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

"Conan's Toast, Don't Eat Fine Wine (

Vodka shrank subconsciously by Mezcal's stare, but he soon realized that Brother Gin was next to him, and he didn't need to admit it!

So the vodka straightened up unknowingly, an arrogant look of "you can't do what with me".

Xinfan was indeed not in the mood to care about him. He bypassed the deck, sat on the sofa opposite the gin, and asked casually, "Say, what can I do if you come here?"

Gin leaned back on the sofa lazily, with a thin cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke curled up, making his face extraordinarily unreal.

Gin didn't speak, Xinfan also didn't have any actions or words. He just sat quietly across from the gin, his expression calm and calm. Although his heart may have been spitting out gin, this was a waste of two people's time.

Some people just like to do this. They seem to think that a properly depressing environment can put pressure on the other person, and make the other person uncontrollably reveal their flaws under pressure. This method of silence is actually the same as the threat of words. Gin used this method to capture countless traitors and undercover agents in the past.

So the first element of undercover work is to have no doubt about your identity. Only oneself regards oneself as pure wine, no one else will doubt you.

In fact, Gin has long known that Mezcal is not a person who is easy to show flaws, but he still does it habitually.

The temperature in the air dropped to freezing point for a while, and the awkward atmosphere filled every corner of the room.

Vodka rubbed his hands and feet helplessly, and the sound immediately exchanged for a cold glance at the gin.

Vodka was stiff.

He suddenly discovered that his elder brother, who was very reliable, might be the most dangerous.

Gin looked away, and his cold snake-like eyes fell on Xinfan's body. : "Mezcal, do you know what Shiraz is doing lately?"

Xinfan met Ginjiu's eyes calmly.

The tone of Gin's speech was as if Shiraz had been found to be a traitor, and he was the just arbiter who was about to eradicate the traitor.

However, whether the gin's words are true or false, I still need to think about it.

Only a fool would really believe his words.

"Brother, Sila didn't act with Mezcal lately. He invited me yesterday..." Halfway through vodka, he was shocked by the cold raging eyes of the gin.

Damn, brother's eyes are really dangerous. Even if he was shivering, he couldn't resist the coldness coming on his face.

The naive vodka proved to Xinfan. The bluff of gin.

Some joking smiles appeared involuntarily from the corners of his eyes.

"Rather than asking me about this kind of thing, you might as well ask about vodka. After all, they have a deep personal relationship." Xinfan added with a light smile, "By the way, remember that you'd better collude with the people around you before the next trial."

The temperature in the room dropped below freezing in an instant. Vodka couldn't help shivering, he looked at the gin timidly, not daring to say a word.

The more angry the grin on Gin Wine's face became arrogant, he laughed presumptuously: "I hope Syrah is as smart as you, otherwise the power of the short board effect is huge."

Xinfan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "If you have free time after doing the task, please feel free to do it yourself."

Although Shiraz was introduced to the police by him, Xinfan did not leave any substantive evidence from beginning to end. With his current position in the organization, even if Silas is accidentally exposed one day, as long as there is no real evidence, the gentleman will not do anything to him.

This is also his presumptuous capital.

Arrogance is cool for a while, has been arrogant has been cool.

Seeing that Gin Jiu stopped talking, Xinfan said helplessly: "No, Gin Jiu, you are so boring, you called me here all the way to test my relationship with Sila?"

"Long far away?" Gin's eyes contained strong contempt.

Don't think he doesn't know Mezcal's disguised identity. There is no 20-minute drive from the Maori detective office to here.

Xin Fan said: "For a social animal like me, who is at home and company, 20 minutes of commuting is already a long time. After all, I am very busy and I don't have much time to spend on such trivial things. "

"Yes, you are really busy when you come to Japan on vacation." Gin sneered. "This time the mission is very simple. You can go to Mermaid Island with Epcot for a vacation."

Mermaid Island.

When these words came to Xinfan's mind, he felt a thin layer of white gauze covering his memory.

Xinfan is quite sure that Mermaid Island must be a very important place in Conan's plot, perhaps a branch line, or a main line, or a theater version.

However, his impression is limited to this, he can't think of specific events, specific characters, and specific story backgrounds. It’s like a person holding a book but no money to subscribe, so he can only look at the chapter names in the catalog and talk about it. I found myself gradually unable to remember the plot.

Obviously, in the first few years, he spent a lot of time consolidating the memory in his mind, so that he can think of the complete storyline just like a conditioned reflex. He can be sure that just last year, he can tell most of the plot very smoothly.

Perhaps the gear of the plot line has rolled to a critical moment, and Aoyama Gosho's will is assimilating everyone who appears in the plot.

This change made Xinfan worry more about the future. If he didn't know anything, he was just a mere Zhu Fu Jingguang, Xinfan might think that he could defeat the organization with his own power. But after all, this world is different from the real world, which can be seen from the extremely chaotic timeline. Different worlds have different rules, and Xinfan is not sure whether he can push the plot to happyending with his own power alone.

Xinfan doesn't want to rely on anyone, including Conan, but he is worried that perhaps the killer for the red team to defeat the black team is Conan.

But now he doesn't even remember the plot, and maybe the plot of the main line will become more and more vague, until in the end he may be assimilated by this world and become a mediocre person enslaved by the plot. Continuously moving forward under the wheel of will, relying on inertia to advance, not knowing the meaning of their existence, and unable to control their own future.

Since the first encounter with Conan, Xinfan has changed the lives of several people now. He saw with his own eyes that the lives of those people became more and more real and more colorful, and those people became more and more like living people.

But he seems to have gradually lost himself in the torrent of time.