[Conan] My years at the winery

I always feel that Conan has never lived a peaceful life in the vehicle he took.

In other words, I should have gotten off in Nagoya.

I watched Conan Brainstorm with cold eyes.

Conan remembered that after the two men in black came back, one of them said that he could finally smoke.

Smoking is not allowed in the restaurant, and they don't smoke, probably because the person they trade with hates the smell of smoke. In this way, that person should be sitting in a non-smoking car.

"While secretly happy, at the same time......... overlooking the last beautiful scenery."

Look down!

On the Shinkansen, the only place where you can overlook the scenery is the second floor of the special car.

And on the 2nd floor, there is only the No. 7 car, which is a non-smoking car! !

Then Conan told me his guess.

I:……………………

"My cute little Conan, are you addicted to reasoning?"

Conan: "……………… Huh?"

Also, what is his cute little Conan?

"If you want to know who is the person who traded with those two men in black, why don't you just ask me?"

Yes, yes!

It was only then that Conan remembered that even though he was taken out of the restaurant car by Xiaolan at that time, Karasuma was still there.

In other words, Karasuma might have seen the appearance of the trader clearly.

"No, even if you know the other person's appearance, you may not know which car the other person is sitting in. My reasoning may not be useless." Conan looked at me and said. "But for now........."

"But I was originally on the No. 7 car." I interrupted him.

At this time, Conan remembered my identity as the heir to the foundation (private car), and, he remembered, I also hate the smell of cigarettes (non-smoking car).

So, is his reasoning today really useless?

Inexplicably felt a sense of frustration.

"Forget it, let's find someone first."

Then Conan and I went to the No. 7 car.

I walked up to an elite beauty who looked about 27 or [-] years old, and Conan followed behind me.

When choosing a seat, I deliberately sat next to the gin trader. It was my spare time, and by the way, I helped Master Qin observe the trader.

I had a great time talking with her.

Inadvertently, I also got some information.

If I got off in Nagoya, then I wouldn't care about what kind of deal Gin Jiu had with her.

In an organization, it is best not to ask about the tasks performed by others.

Because if the mission fails, those who intervene in other people's missions will be suspected of leaking information from him.

But we can't ignore it now.

I don't want to be blown to ashes yet.

"Why are you back, shouldn't you get out of the car?" The other party asked me.

I:……………………

It's hard to say.

"I walked halfway and found that I seemed to have taken the wrong bag," I lied without changing my face, and at the same time showed her the black briefcase in my hand. "This black briefcase is locked, I can't open it, it's obviously not mine."

"Really?" she thought back.

I just remember that when she talked to me, our black briefcases were put together.

It is indeed possible to get it wrong.

"Then can you show me this bag in your hand?"

I handed her my locked black briefcase.

Of course she couldn't open it.

"This seems to be mine, let's change it back."

After confirming, she spoke.

The black briefcase with explosives is here.

Conan quietly watching my performance: ………………

Karasuma's lying skills, it's a pity not to cheat.

Then Conan saw me pick the lock.

Expose the bomb/bomb inside.

"You open it." I threw the briefcase to Conan.

"Fried..." The elite woman looked at the opened briefcase and opened her eyes wide.

"You, who are you?"

-- Divider --

The police took elite women away.

Conan was very disappointed, because the other party, who had traded with the man in black, had nothing to do with the man in black at all, which made him very depressed.

And I'm more depressed.

After taking the Shinkansen, I have to turn back, so forget it. I heard that Gin is still waiting for me in Nagoya, which makes me want to go, but also not want to go.

What was even more depressing was that suddenly someone contacted me using the contact information in the organization and called me my brother.

I:……………………

I don't know why, but as soon as I heard that voice, I wanted to curse.

I am not a younger brother, who should I call my younger brother? !

You are the younger brother.