I! Black Organization Boss

"Well, it was such a coincidence that he was killed." Liang Zan stated truthfully.

Hearing this, Qin Jiu was a little emotional.

Unexpectedly, that Ryazan, who was always unreliable on weekdays, suddenly became so decisive.

If you can't buy a building, then kill those who own it.

This way of thinking is great!

He praised: "Very good, Mescal, you are finally starting to wake up."

Liang Zan: "?"

He tilted his head, what happened to the gin, Alzheimer's?

On the other side of the phone, Jin Jiu raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that could stop a child from crying at night.

"The other party is unwilling to sell, so let him go to hell... Very decisive, it seems that you have really grown up to be able to be on your own, I am very happy."

"Since it's really dead, the next thing will be easy. I'll let Vodka handle the follow-up, and you yourself should be careful not to be caught by the tail."

"No, it's really me..." Liang Zan was about to explain, but Jinjiu had already hung up the phone.

Looking at the prompt to end the call on the screen, Ryazan rolled his eyes.

God TM will go to hell if he doesn't want to, this gin, when everyone else is a violent maniac like him?

With a helpless sigh, he found that Conan ran out of the art gallery.

After putting the phone in his pocket, he beckoned to Conan.

Conan trotted over: "Brother Ryazan, were you on the phone just now?"

"Well, I had a chat with a stupid dick." Liang Zan nodded.

Conan: "..."

Although I didn't know who was on the other end of the phone, I still held a moment of silence for him. I actually knew a friend like Ryazan who spoke fragrantly.

Then, he looked at Liang Zan and smiled: "Brother Liang Zan, I'm sorry, when you came out to find clues, the case was already solved!"

After he finished speaking, he waited expectantly to see Liang Zan's depressed expression.

As a result, Liang Zan nodded in satisfaction: "It's good if it's broken. If it's broken, you can get off work."

Conan: "???"

What's the matter with this man!

When Conan wanted to vomit with [-] words, Ryazan had already returned to the museum, and Conan hurriedly chased after him.

He chased after Liang Zan, raised his head and said, "Wait a minute, brother Liang Zan, aren't you curious about the identity of the prisoner?"

"The director of the museum," Ryazan replied directly.

"Huh?" Conan was stunned, "You, you know?"

Ryazan stretched his waist: "I found the armor used by the murderer in Kuotian's room just now, because the murderer has a limited time to destroy the evidence, the inside of the armor was only cleaned very briefly, and I found the curator's hair just by flipping through it. ."

"After that, as long as the other parts of the armor are tested, as long as the curator's sweat or skin fragments are detected, this will naturally be confirmed."

Hearing Ryazan's words, Conan almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

He tried his best to find clues and evidence, but it turns out that you only need a DNA test? !

The way this guy solves the case is too unartistic!

At this moment, the voice of Mu Mu sounded next to him.

"It turns out that this is the iron proof!"

Ryazan and Conan turned their heads together, and saw Mu Mu and the others were walking over with the curator, followed by Xiao Lan, who was supporting the dizzy Mouri Kogoro.

The director of the museum also heard Liang Zan's words, and couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough... as long as you do something bad, no matter how you cover it up, you will be discovered sooner or later."

Ryazan waved his hand: "Hey, it's easy for anyone to make mistakes the first time, just be careful next time."

Conan: "???"

Mumu police officer: "???"

Sato almost vomited blood, and hurriedly said: "Don't talk nonsense, in case your words are heard by reporters, it is instigating a crime!"

Liang Zan laughed: "Slip of the tongue, I mean next time be careful not to do such impulsive things again."

Sato wanted to nod, but after thinking about it, he still felt a little weird...

That night, in the Maori Detective Agency, Conan was flipping through a book when he heard Xiaolan speak in surprise.

"Dad, Conan, the art museum where the murder happened this afternoon was bought by someone!"

Maori Kogoro pouted: "What's so strange about this."

Conan looked up and said, "Sister Xiaolan, who bought it?"

"It's Baling Motor Company. The news said that the price of Yiyi is very low, and it is almost half-sell and half-delivery." Xiaolan said.

Conan nodded, losing interest.