Stand-in messenger at the winery

"With the first, there will be the second," said Sharo, sitting in a bar called Lupine in a gorgeous dress with a jacket, "Isn't it?"

Without looking back, she just raised the classical glass in her hand, the orange liquid swayed gently while the ice cubes clattered.

"That's right," the man who came in had a bandage wrapped around his arm, and he looked around the familiar small bar, "It was Oda Saku who told you about this place—no, no, no, you are an information dealer, This little thing is easy to know.”

Now that Kishibe Rohan knew she wasn't dead, the death of "Sara Morishita" was like a balloon with a hole in it that would only leak a little until everyone knew the fact.

Not to mention some mortals.

"Boss, let's make a drink with dish soap!" "There's no such thing." Sha Luo gulped down the bourbon in his glass and complained.

"It's a pity," said Dazai Osamu, but he didn't show any regret, "then give me a glass of bourbon too."

"Have another glass." Sha Luo pushed the wine glass out.

"You can still drink here, which means that Mafia is really not good at the port." As if shaking his head resentfully, Osamu Dazai flicked the glass, and the crisp sound echoed in the room.

"You are still active in Yokohama, which means that Port Mafia can't do it." Sha Luo squinted at the past, a Port Mafia wanted list ranked second, and a defected former Port Mafia cadre was sitting in the bar belonging to Port Mafia at this moment. , drinking the same bottle of bourbon.

They looked at each other and laughed.

"It's time to clink our glasses." Osamu Dazai shook his head and raised his glass, "——Let's toast to the incompetence of Port Mafia."

The walls of the cups collided, accompanied by the tinkling of shattered ice, and the raised scale-like decorations on the wine glasses reflected the slightly raised corners of their lips.

After drinking two glasses of strong wine, even if it was chilled, Sha Luo's body after being drenched in the rain warmed up, his face even had a blush, and his pale complexion looked much healthier.

"Huh," he drank the whole glass in one go, Dazai Osamu also closed his eyes for a while, and when he recovered, he said to the boss, "How about a glass of Corpse Reviver?"

Sha Luo turned her head, "Are you trying to sober up?" She pressed the classical cup with residual ice to her cheek, and the cold water immediately sobered her up a lot.

"Although it means sober up, no one would use this to sober up a bar," imitating Sharo and pressing the glass to his cheek, Osamu Dazai hissed, "It's so cold."

"I just think this glass of wine is very interesting." Seeing the boss shaking the mixed wine skillfully, his iris-purple eyes looked at Sharo, "contains Cointreau, gin, vermouth ( Belmode) strong cocktail, that's exactly what it's called."

After the wine has been mixed, the inside of the butterfly glass is as white as smoke. At first glance, it really looks like a soul is contained in the glass.

"Wow." Like a child, he stuck out his tongue and licked it, and Osamu Dazai's eyes became bright, "This is much more exciting than whiskey. If I drink a few glasses, will I be able to get drunk to death?"

As he spoke, he drank the glass of spirits in one gulp, then slumped on the bar counter, he could only stretch out a finger tremblingly, "Come again..."

"Forget it," Sha Luo asked for a glass of mulled wine, and sipped it, "Drunk here will cause trouble for the boss."

"As long as you don't cause trouble, can you die happily?" Sitting up suddenly, Osamu Dazai waved his hand to signal that he didn't need another drink. "Suddenly remembered that the name of this glass of wine is not very auspicious."

"It's like this for you." Sharo nodded.

"Hey," he suddenly tugged on Shaluo's sleeve, "death, what does it feel like?"

"It's a very ordinary feeling," Sha Luo recalled for a moment—she recalled the time when she died under Bai Lan's hands. "If you want to say it, it's almost like falling asleep."

"Do you mean that people experience death once a day?" Dazai Osamu's eyes seemed to have changed, and compared to his current frivolity, he was closer to the boy Sharo had seen before.

She shrugged her shoulders and didn't answer, just took another sip of mulled wine, letting the hot liquid flow down the esophagus all the way to the stomach.

"Compared with death, it is more accurate to say that people are repeating the matter of 'living' every day." The temperature of mulled wine is evenly distributed to every corner of the body, just like smoke passing through the lungs, making the She is so aware of the fact that she is "alive".

Maybe she also had too much alcohol tonight, otherwise how could she be discussing such philosophical issues with an unfamiliar guy here.

"I joined the port Mafia when I was 15." Another guy who had drunk too much alcohol turned his face and looked at Sharo provocatively, with the familiar and indifferent light in his eyes.

"I joined the organization when I was 12," she replied with a little chin.

"When I was 16, I leveled the enemy group."

"I busted a Mafia family when I was 13."

"I've been a cadre of Mafia at the port since I was 17." Osamu Dazai frowned, somewhat dissatisfied.

"I got the code name on my birthday," Sha Luo pointed out ruthlessly, "The so-called flattening of the organization should be something that happened during the double black period. Did you eat the other main force?"

"The Mafia family you destroyed, if I'm not mistaken, it should be the Esnierro family." Osamu Dazai also straightened up, "Could it be that you destroyed it alone? Hidden by you?"

"That's why I'm better," he announced the childish outcome between the two, "I've always wanted to try it out, what would happen if I were your enemy."

The purple pupils of the two people, who were similar but not the same, looked at each other, and the slightly curly black hair of the other was reflected in the pupils, but one had short hair and the other had long hair.

There was no smile on the corners of the mouths of the two of them, perhaps because they felt that there was no need to do such a hard thing to mention the corners of their mouths here.

"Did you provide information to the dead mouse in Russia?" The topic was like a car that slammed on the brakes and turned the steering wheel. It made a big turn, but it also broke up the slightly stagnant atmosphere.

"It depends on which one you are referring to." Shaluo finally drank the glass of mulled wine, "Are you talking about the one in white... or the one with the hat?"

"Both count." With fingers crossed, a bridge was built in front of him, Osamu Dazai looked away, "They're both difficult to deal with."

"That's your business," Shaluo leaned back slightly, and relaxed his shoulders, "I have my own things to do."

"One more question." Osamu Dazai glanced at the boss, and the old man left the bar with interest, "Why Yokohama?"

"Because it's great here," Sha Luo smiled back at him, "I like it so much."

Sha Luo's figure had disappeared into the bar, and a ray of morning light leaked through the crack of the door that was not closed tightly.

"It's a good thing I didn't go to Italy at that time," Osamu Dazai stayed alone in the bar, "otherwise I would have fulfilled that fellow Rinya Orihara's wish, and it would have been a waste of money." He tentatively got off his seat, but his footsteps were a little flimsy, just He could hold onto the wall and walk out, "Hey, why don't you try to commit suicide by falling down the steps."

"Well, Haibara," after the incident ended, Conan suddenly stopped Haibara who had walked out of "Cocoon", "The Cointreau you are talking about, is it Morishita Saro who is also in charge of the script of 'Cocoon'?"

Haibara paused, "How did you know?" She looked at the detective, "Indeed, Saro Morishita is an identity of Cointreau, and she uses this identity to walk in the publishing industry, Hollywood, etc., and she is not well-known. Small."

"It's Noah," Conan put one hand in his pocket, "Noah's Ark told me that Hiroki once worked with Morishita for a while."

"And he asked me to pass a message to you." He frowned slightly, "You are luckier than me... and luckier than you imagined, Hui Yuan, do you know what this sentence means?"

Huiyuan turned his head to the side, the expression in his eyes was unclear.

"I mean," a white light flashed on Conan's glasses, "Although it's just a guess, Haibara, do you really think Morishita Sara is 'dead'?" Haibara didn't refute his words, he continued My own reasoning, "You mean someone told you that Cointreau was dead, but...why would they tell you that Cointreau was dead, and would it do the organization any good?"

"...Let me think that Cointreau's death is not good for the organization," Haibara continued Conan's words, "If Sharo is really dead, don't tell me the news, and let me continue to work for them. Cost-effective."

"so--"

"Sharo didn't die," Huiyuan Ai said in a low voice, "but there must be something that made the people in the organization become anxious, so anxious that they would tell me false news to stimulate the drug research to continue."

"I think this matter must have something to do with Morishita Sharo's suspended animation," Conan said firmly, "Do you still remember who is connected with Morishita Sharo, maybe we can solve part of the problem by finding this ghost of suspended animation. It's a mystery." Speaking of which, he was already certain that Morishita Sharo was not dead, and this was also his premonition.

"Shaluo grew up in an organization like me, and most of the people around him are related to the organization, so we can't get close to it casually," Hui Yuanai pursed her lips and thought, at this moment she suddenly felt that she didn't know Shaluo very well either, " By the way, I remember a guy," a sudden flash of inspiration came to her mind, "Kishibe Rohan!"

This partner Sharo would complain about in his free time is also a popular cartoonist and has nothing to do with the organization.

"He is responsible for the manga of Sharo's novels," Huihara said cautiously, "he is also one of the few people outside the organization who can be called...friends of Sharo, right?" At this point, she was not too sure. After all, when Sharo talked to her about this person, he mostly gritted his teeth or looked extremely disgusted. She used to think that Sharo hated this guy very much, but after getting along with the Boy Detective Team for this period of time, Haibara felt that Sharo My sister shouldn't hate this person, right?

"Sara told me that the place where Kishibe Rohan lives now is called Morioh Town."