Also at the winery today 996

A phone rang.

Mao Lilan took out her mobile phone from her bag in confusion. Coincidentally, it was a call from Conan.

"What's wrong, Conan? Are you feeling better from your cold?" Mao Lilan asked with concern.

"Sister Xiaolan... pay attention to safety..." Conan on the other side spoke intermittently and could not understand clearly.

Silence followed.

Mao Lilan frowned, "Conan!"

She sighed and hung up the phone.

Aragi Ze and others on the other side were still on the phone, but they couldn't get through.

"What's going on! Why can't this phone call get through?" He picked up the phone and put it down again, frowning.

Ma Chuanxie took out his mobile phone, and sure enough, his calling card in Japan had lost the signal.

As for calling the police with another phone card? Sorry, he's not interested.

Moreover, as an ordinary citizen, wouldn’t it be strange that he is the only one who has a signal when everyone else has no signal?

"In that case, let's find someone to act as the head of the office first, right?" Ms. Tanaka looked at a few people and said with a smile.

"We have no objection." Several people looked at each other and nodded.

"But if I choose this way, wouldn't it be a bit boring?"

"Then...since you are all magic lovers, why not choose using magic methods?"

Hamano spread his hands and said with a smile.

After hesitating for a while, Doi Takeshu nodded, "Okay."

Then, Hamano stretched out his hand to Suzuki Sonoko, "Sorry to trouble you, Miss Suzuki."

Suzuki Sonoko pointed to herself in surprise, "Me?"

Hamano nodded.

"I'll first cover the beautiful Sonoko's eyes with this white handkerchief." Hamano wrapped the handkerchief around Suzuki Sonoko's face. "Does anyone here bring paper and pen with them?"

Tanaka thought for a moment, then touched the pen holder next to the phone with her peripheral vision, "Magic, is this okay?" She took out a pen from the pen holder and waved it towards Hamano.

"Now please write down the names of everyone present on every page in the book."

"it is good."

"After you finish writing, please give it to Sonoko together," Hamano said, "and the pen as well."

Ms. Tanaka responded, handed the paper and pen in her hand to Suzuki Sonoko, and then stood aside, waiting for Hamano's next instruction.

"Now please take a step back," Hamano also took a step to the side. "Okay, now Sonoko, please be careful not to let everyone see it. Write down the marks of circles, crosses and triangles on the paper at will."

Suzuki Sonoko was a little confused, "The marks of a circle and a triangle?"

"The circle represents the acting director, the fork is in charge of tonight's sideshow, and the triangle is in charge of boiling hot water for everyone."

Mr. Sukama, who was standing behind everyone, said in a hoarse voice, "Just leave the hot water to me."

Hamano smiled and shook his head, "There are always rewards and penalties when playing games. Anyway, it's just about heating hot water."

Everyone present had no objections, and so did Jian Chuanxie.

After all, for him, coming here is just for a "little" rest.

After about two minutes, Suzuki Sonoko raised her right hand and raised a bright smile to indicate that she had finished writing.

"Okay," Hamano followed her and looked at everyone, "then please ask Ms. Sonoko to put these cards on the table, and be careful not to expose the front of the cards for everyone to see."

"Ah."

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A small interlude.

[This is a little idea of ​​mine, inspired by The Godfather (I'm reading the original) and some articles about gangsters (I don't recommend it. If you want to read it, I will tweet it separately and go to Baidu by myself. The article is good, but... ....I have always wanted to write something when I was experiencing it myself. I wrote several drafts of this idea in my notebook, but I never put it into practice. On the one hand, it’s because I’m a bit lazy personally (maybe not a little bit), and on the other hand, this idea has never been perfected (mainly because it’s not suitable for writing online and can easily lead to bad value orientation). 】

[Not talking about historical facts, but not too outrageous. After all, we are studying history. I will write about this when I have time]

As we all know, Italy's largest gang concentration is now located in the southern Sicily region.

The staid northern Italians looked down on the rugged-looking southerners, and the southerners in their eyes looked down on them as well.

After all, no one is better than anyone else, so there is no need to dislike each other.

As the protagonist of this story, Lan Weiss also comes from the south. It's just that he doesn't have the rough and bold face of a southerner. Instead, he inherits his grandmother's Slavic ancestry and his mother's Brazilian ancestry.

She has a slender and strong figure, and her facial features are three-dimensional and deep. Perhaps because of her Slavic ancestry, Lan's complexion is always as pale as the sun.

Several men who walked over bumped into Lan's shoulders as if no one else was watching, and then walked away happily carrying bottles of wine.

"stop."

Lan stopped and looked expressionlessly at the gangsters who bumped into him behind him, "Apologise."

The gangsters held their stomachs and laughed, pointed at Lan's face and mocked, "Are you worthy of us apologizing? We are here in New York..."

Before he finished speaking, Lan stepped forward and kicked the man to the ground.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I never like nonsense, understand?"

He pulled out a gun out of nowhere and patted the two of them on the face, with cold eyes, as if they were looking at some inanimate object.

None of the surrounding New Yorkers were particularly surprised.

For them, as long as it's not a fight between gangs, or a quarrel between gangs and white people, it's not a particularly surprising thing.

At most, they paid attention to the man's identity, and looked away when they saw a face that was not familiar to them.

After all, for them, if they have time to watch these gang members fight with each other, they might as well think about what they and their families will eat tomorrow.

This is New York today, a lawless place.

And this short story begins with Lan and ends with him.

After all, no one would have thought that such a person would take his place - or that Jean Lan would hand over his property to others.

[Spoiler alert, hahaha, the one who got all of Lan’s property was Hughes, and this period was probably in the early 18s? Anyway, Lan looks more than 50 years older than Hughes (as I explained before, Hughes and Inai took a group photo, but not many people have seen the group photo. That photo shows Hughes in his twenties) The photo was taken at the time, which means that Hughes was probably born in the s, and Lan was almost ), and Lan also went to their wedding]

Anyway, it’s like [I not only want to inherit my father, I also want to inherit other people’s property hahahahahahahahaha]

I'm so naughty, why don't you hit me? ~