Winery Cannon Fodder Online Survival

Chuan Dao Qing Xing's shout immediately made the man's whole body freeze on the sofa, he didn't move, he didn't move, he just felt pale for a while.

So everyone's eyes were on Kawashima Qingxing.

Sensing the hot gazes of countless gazes falling on her body, Kawashima Qingxing's face suddenly seemed to burn, and even her wrists were trembling.

so many people……

No, no, I suddenly felt like vomiting...

[Why don't you leave it to me. ]

Hagiwara Kenji's voice rang in her ears,

[Scenes like this should be what I am best at. ]

"So what's going on!" The woman sitting at the dining table stood up suddenly, her face was covered with clouds,

"What will die and not die!? Also—how did you know that my husband received an assassination notice some time ago? What is your relationship with the killer!?"

However, the seemingly cowardly girl did not flinch, she stood there quietly, and after a while, she finally raised her head slowly, her rose red eyes were filled with silence.

It was a calmness and composure she had never had before.

"I can just see it - as long as you observe the structure and subtleties of the sofa, you will soon notice something is wrong." Kawashima Qingxing spoke slowly,

"As for why I know... When I was young, my father and I went to Hawaii to learn how to dismantle bombs. If you don't believe me, please feel free. After all, the person who died was not me, and I don't care."

Her tone was calm and light, and the expression on her face was well controlled, almost like a super... a friend they once knew.

Hagiwara Kenji.

For a moment, they seemed to see the shadow of that person from her.

Bourbon and Scotland's pupils flickered.

But Ley noticed something else.

Bomb disposal?Study in Hawaii?

Instructor Chris also seems to be good at dismantling bombs. Could it be true that he taught Kawashima Qingxing to dismantle bombs in Hawaii?

Tsk, go back and take out Chris' file to check...

Perhaps it was because the girl's words were too firm, and in the end she was still unable to utter a word.The man sitting on the sofa turned pale, as if he was glued to the sofa and dared not move.

"Then what should I do now? I will die if I get up...then I don't..."

"It's a pressure bomb, as long as you sit on it and get up again, it will explode." Bourbon said suddenly,

"If you don't want to die, it's best not to move around, and—"

"The murderer is among this group of people, and there is a high probability that he is not far away." Scotland glanced at the crowd and said:

"When I came here for breakfast in the morning, there seemed to be quite a few people sitting on the sofa here. If the murderer is a pleasure criminal, then it doesn't matter whoever sat on the sofa and caused the explosion. Obviously, the murderer came prepared of."

"Sir, please don't move around. It's better to wait for professional dismantlers to disassemble things like bombs." Bourbon laughed.

"Why don't you ask the waiter to investigate - after all, the tables here must be reserved in advance, so the time when the bomb was planted must be after the reservation?"

"Go adjust the monitoring!" The front desk clerk turned his head and said.

"But... it is said to protect the privacy and safety of customers, so the monitoring is temporarily suspended for one day today." The woman in charge of monitoring said with a headache,

"Because it's an order, I have to do it."

"In other words, there is actually a [transaction] going on in this restaurant." Ley raised his brows,

"This is very common. Sometimes some people will deliberately choose such a place with a lot of people to conduct transactions. In the process of crossing their hands, they will pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other. No one can see anything."

"Indeed." The man's face calmed down, and he could see that he was also someone who had experienced big scenes.

"But this is a commercial secret, please forgive me for not being able to speak. But I can be sure that the person I traded with today really wanted to threaten me, so I also prepared to be able to kill him with one blow here."

He opened the hem of his clothes, and sure enough there was a pistol/gun.

"I just want to live a peaceful life with my wife and children. After all, I finally survived that huge vortex, and I don't want to step into the fire pit because of it." The man smiled wryly,

"Sorry to trouble everyone."

Kawashima Qingxing stood quietly on the spot. She seemed to be in a daze, but she was actually listening to Oda Sakunosuke's explanation—he seemed to have investigated something serious.

"I already know his identity. Just now, I took a little look at the documents in his airtight box." Oda Sakunosuke said,

"This man is the real Matara. He was originally the original boss of the Asteroid Group. He wanted to leave the United States after he escaped, but he received a letter from Laila. Laila wanted to blackmail and threaten him, asking him to destroy the Informed her of the business secrets, so Matala had no choice but to come to the target location, planning to fight her to the death."

"Huh??" Kawashima Qingxing was stunned, "But isn't Laila dead?"

How could the dead continue to plant bombs!

"Obviously, the murderer is not Laila, but another person who wanted to pretend to be Laila and kill Matala." Hagiwara Kenji said,

"Well...it's an unexpected development."

Kawashima Qingxing looked at the boiling crowd again, and Bourbon had already deduced three suspects according to the time-the bartender, the monitor and the waiter brother.

The three of them were also accusing themselves of their innocence, with anxious expressions on their faces.And the fair-skinned and beautiful lady was also complaining, wiping away her tears, and muttering about the lawsuit.

However, outside the boiling crowd, Kawashima Qingxing noticed the only person who was incompatible with the current scene.

It was a little blond boy sitting on the seat without saying a word.He sat there with his head down, his eyes sunken, and he looked well-behaved and peaceful, as if he was outside of everything.

He inexplicably attracted Kawashima Qingxing's attention.

Maybe...the little boy knows something?

With this in mind, Kawashima Qingxing moved over cautiously. Bourbon and Scotland now occupied most of the sight. Ley was watching the play with great interest, and no one noticed her.

"What happened?" Kawashima Qingxing squatted beside him and asked softly,

"Why haven't you spoken?"

After hearing the voice, the little boy raised his head slightly, and his dull eyes looked at her. The heavy and suppressed feelings almost reached her heart at the moment they met.

"I'm fine...thank you, sister."

Kawashima Qingxing was stunned.

She remembered that look.

It was a long, long time ago, on the sink in the bathroom of her home, she had seen this look in the mirror.

Godless, hopeless, not knowing how to struggle, as if trapped in an endless pool of quicksand, no matter how hard she tried to reach out, no one could save her.

It's really... too familiar.

"What? Is there any problem?" Kenji Hagiwara asked curiously.

"I kind of guess who the murderer is."

Kawashima Qingxing stood up, she lowered her head and was silent for a while, but she patted the little boy's shoulder solemnly, poked her head over quietly, and asked softly in his ear:

"Excuse me, is the person who wants to kill your father your mother?"

Like a feather falling on the calm mirror-like lake, there was a trace of waves.

The boy's eyes widened suddenly, and he raised his head, looking at Qingxing Kawashima with fear.

"I know how you feel." Kawashima Qingxing squeezed his hand tightly, her voice trembling uncontrollably,

"Because I have experienced what you have experienced..."

So at the next moment, she felt the wrist in her hand tremble, and the little boy burst into tears. While wiping his eyes, he whispered:

"Yes... sister... can you help me..."

"I want to save Dad..."

"What are you talking about, brat!!!"

A woman's shrill cry came from behind Kawashima Qingxing, and the girl got up when she saw the gorgeously dressed woman pick up the vase on the table with a ferocious face, and threw it in the direction of Kawashima Qingxing.

"Stop talking nonsense! Shut up!!!!"

"boom!"

At the moment when the crowd was drawn to the sound of the woman screaming, gunshots also rang out.The thrown vase was shattered before it hit the target, and the cold water splashed on the woman's face with sharp porcelain pieces.

"call--"

The man with long black hair sitting sideways on the seat not far away raised his sharp eyes, holding a Ke/er/te/M1911 pistol/gun tightly in his hand, and the smell of gunpowder smoke permeated the surroundings , as casual as his expression at the moment.

"I advise you not to move any more."

Ley narrowed his eyes, exuding a rare dangerous breath,

"To be honest, it might make you live a little longer."