Stand-in messenger at the winery

Morishita Sara didn't want to answer the phone until she saw the name on the phone, she turned over on the soft bed, and she still connected the phone.

"Hello, sister Belmode?"

"Aren't you awake yet, Vera?" The person opposite obviously knew her very well.

And Vera was also the English name given by the other party.

"I've just come from Italy, and I'm still jet-lagged." Walking down the stairs with bare feet, Shaluo yawned sleepily at some unfamiliar homes, "That's why Sister Belmode called. Do you have a clue?" Opening the curtains, it was already dusk outside, and the blood-colored sunset that is unique to the time of the devil spreads across the sky, which seems to indicate that some unknown event is about to happen.

But what matters more to Sharo is her already hungry stomach and the upcoming party.

"Of course," Belmode looked at the information at hand, "but are you really going to do that, Gin might be very angry."

"There's nothing I can do about it," Sha Luo said in a coquettish voice, softening her voice, "I'll ask Sister Belmode to help me then."

"Hmph, it's sweet at this time." Belmode squinted his eyes, as if he could imagine the girl's sly look, "After tonight's banquet is over, someone will pick you up, and he will tell you the specific task."

"By the way," she smiled suddenly, "I heard that Yusaku Kudo will also go to the banquet, so you should cover your tail tightly."

The waiter standing at the door opened the huge and heavy carved door for Sharo Morishita. With the melodious music and the noisy conversation, a luxurious banquet scene slowly unfolded in front of Sharo.

The black gauze wide-brimmed top hat decorated with flowers has been taken off, and her ebony-black wavy curly hair hangs over her shoulders. Holding the top hat in one hand and the heavy skirt in the other, Sharo walked into the resplendent hall.

The tiny light spots from the huge crystal chandelier above the head blinded the eyes for a while, and when they got used to it again, they were already in the lively banquet hall.

"Isn't this Mr. Morishita who won the grand prize recently?" Near the gate, a man in a black tuxedo held up his wine glass and walked towards Sharo, "President Hoshino must welcome you very much." With a smile, but his neutral tone always makes people feel subtly disgusted.

"It's just luck." Sharo didn't want to say more, she showed a standard polite smile, "Mr. Takeuchi praised it."

"How can you say that?" However, Takeuchi followed up as if he couldn't understand, "I just said that because I admired Mr. Morishita. How is the idea of ​​your next book? And About the signing event..."

Sha Luo was already a little impatient, but he couldn't leave here bluntly because of face.

"Mr. Takeuchi, pestering a young writer like this is not a popular move." When she was distressed, a familiar and magnetic male voice sounded, "Middle-aged people like us should give young people enough time and Space is the key, I think Sha Luo must already want to communicate with his peers."

"Mr. Kudo!" Sharo exclaimed in surprise, at the same time, her arm was also taken up, and when she turned around, she was Mr. Kudo's wife, Yukiko Kudo.

"Sister Youxizi!" She smiled, "Long time no see! You are more beautiful than before."

"That's right, Sharon took you away without saying a word, that's true." Yukiko grumbled, she took the top hat from Sharo's hand and handed it to the waiter beside her, "You child The mouth is still so sweet."

"Sister Sharon didn't say goodbye to you just because she was in a hurry." Sharo let Yukiko pull her away, secretly thankful that she was wearing small leather shoes with low heels, otherwise she probably wouldn't be able to keep up when she was ten centimeters taller With Yukiko who can still walk like a fly.

But she's not just being sweet.Although she has passed the age of a girl, Yukiko still has unabated charm. She is wearing a red dress to set off her good figure. At this moment, she is covering her lips and smiling lightly and elegantly. It is the most beautiful focus of this banquet. .

Yusaku Kudo, who was left in place, could only smile helplessly, turned his head and talked casually with Takeuchi, and then followed the two people in front to the dining table.

"After you left, Yuxiko has been thinking about you for a long time." He picked up a glass of orange juice from the side, "I remember you like to drink juice, right?"

"Your memory is still so good." Sharo took the orange juice and let go of Yukiko's arm.

"I can't compare to you," Kudo Yusaku laughed as he held Yukiko back, "Actually, I haven't seen anyone with a stronger memory than you."

"It's just talent." Sha Luo smiled playfully, took a sip of orange juice, and the sweet and sour taste flowed through her mouth, making her squint her eyes unconsciously.

"Big sister, you must be left-handed!" Suddenly, a little boy squeezed out from between Yusaku Kudo and Yukiko, raised his head and said childishly to Sharo, "Isn't that right!"

"Shinichi!" Yukiko pressed the little devil's head, "Be polite, call me Sister Sharo!" She smiled apologetically at Sharo, "This is my son, Kudo Shinichi, who has been living in Japan before. .”

"Sister Shaluo." Shinichi obediently called out under the pressure of his mother, "I know you! It's Mr. Morishita who wrote "London Ghost Records", right?" He raised his voice, "You just now Subconsciously, I used my left hand to pick up the juice that my father handed over, and I also held the glass with my left hand, you must be left-handed, right?" He seemed eager to know whether his reasoning was correct.

Sha Luo raised her eyebrows and looked at this cute little detective. She lifted her skirt and squatted down until she was on the same level as him.

"Yes or no, how about you come and see for yourself?" She spread her hands so that Shinichi could take a closer look.

"Huh? How did this happen." After looking over and over several times, Xin opened his mouth wide, "This shouldn't be..."

Shaluo's hands are white and delicate, with well-proportioned bones and flesh, and her fingertips are slightly reddish. On the middle finger and index finger of her right hand, there are thin calluses that have been written all the year round, and a few light red marks also prove which one is the right one. is the common hand.

"How did this happen?" Xinyi was visibly disappointed, "You reacted so quickly just now, most people would stretch out their normal hand, and you even pulled your left hand out of your mother's arm..."

"Sometimes what you see with the naked eye may not be true, little detective." Sha Luo withdrew her hands, "And why I stretched out my left hand just now, you should ask your father." After finishing speaking, she rubbed the new hair "But being able to observe this is already very good, and you will definitely become a very good detective in the future."

"Of course!" He struggled hard, escaped from Shaluo's grasp, and ran to his parents, "I am Sherlock Holmes' apprentice!"

"Pfft." Sharo smiled without malice, and said goodbye to him in a good mood, "Then see you next time, Holmes' apprentice."

"Father, why did Sister Sharo say that she wanted to ask you why she pulled out her left hand?" After thinking about it for a while, Shinichi still couldn't understand what she meant, so he could only ask Yusaku Kudo for help.

Glancing at Yukiko next to him, Yusaku Kudo couldn't help laughing, "That's because, only in this way, can I take back your mother's arms."

"However, in my opinion, Sha Luo is probably also consciously practicing using his left hand recently." After a short pause, he added.

"Hey, why?" It was Yukiko who was curious this time, and she asked with worry, "There is nothing wrong with Sharo's right hand, right?"

"I don't think so," Yusaku Kudo patted her on the shoulder to comfort her, "Maybe it's just to develop the left and right brains, so that I can be more inspired when writing. I did this when I was young."

After leaving the Kudo family, Sharo came to another focus of the banquet.

If Yukiko was noticed because of her excessive beauty, the person in front of her with green hair, exaggerated earrings, jacket and ripped denim among a bunch of dresses was eye-catching in another sense.

"Why are you here so late," Kishibe Rohan was holding a plate of small cakes, "and such a heavy skirt, don't you feel cumbersome?"

Also, his mouth is clearly as toxic as his aesthetic.

"I'm willing, can you control it?" Rolling his eyes bluntly, Sha Luo directly picked up the small cake on the dining table that was exactly the same as in his hand, "I heard that you are going to start a long story?"

"That's right, if there are no accidents, this comic is called "Red and Black Boy." Speaking of the work, Lu Han stopped eating cakes, "But don't worry, the cooperation with you will continue."

"I have nothing to worry about." Sharo licked the cream next to his mouth, recalling Luhan's terrible drawing speed, he couldn't help wondering whether the other party was human.

Even if it was her, she couldn't transform into an overloaded typewriter that was constantly working.

"It seems that the two of you have a good chat," a fat and kind old man came over. He had a white beard and a smile like a Buddha statue. "Can Hoshino Publishing House have you two young authors?" Now, very lucky.”

"President Hoshino is too good," Sharo raised his glass. "I seem to have forgotten to wish you a happy birthday, so I'll make it up here." She clinked glasses with the other party as she said.

"Me too," Kishibe Rohan was still very polite in front of this respectable old man, especially who had discovered many new stars in the literary and art circles. He also took a drink from the tray in the hand of the waiter and turned towards President Hoshino toasted, "I wish you a long and healthy life."

The three of them clinked glasses together, and after the crisp sound, they drank the liquid in the glasses together.

"Uh... ah!" However, right in front of Shaluo and Luhan, President Hoshino just drank the red wine in his hand, then covered his neck, and collapsed in pain.