Chapter 2913 2917 [Breakdown among organizational cadres] Asking for monthly votes
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Calvados snorted: "Why are you going to that store?"
"?" Vodka suspected that this guy had lost his memory, "What are you talking about? Of course you are looking for Ogura Chizo! Didn't I just tell you that the owner of that coffee shop is Ogura's distant relative.
"And that shop is always crowded, but not only does the shop owner not go bankrupt, but his life is quite comfortable - in my opinion, this guy is probably hiding in the mountains selling drugs. Ogura Chizo ran from Tokyo to Osaka, probably just for
Come hide here."
Calvados glanced at him as if he were a fool: "It's been less than two hours since you said these words. How could I forget them? I don't have amnesia."
"..." Vodka's fist hardened, "Didn't you ask, 'Why are you going to that store?'"
Calvados sneered: "I mean, why did you have to enter the store to kill Ogura Chizo? There are so many messy things these days, I almost forgot - I am a sniper.
"I should be killing people from a thousand meters away, instead of jumping up and down like a monkey and then being stopped by the police at the crime scene and forced to give up my pistols."
Vodka: "...?"
Although Calvados didn't notice Uzo hiding behind the scenes at all, he was already unconsciously avoiding the stage... But that's right, can't he afford to hide if he can't offend them?
He suddenly realized that he seemed to have entered some kind of blind spot. Fortunately, Calvados led him out by accident.
Just as I was secretly rejoicing, suddenly, the guy next to me spoke again: "In addition, from now on, you are not allowed to use mobile phones, computers, or any communication tools."
"?" Vodka gradually felt that something was wrong. He turned his head and looked at his colleague in the driver's seat, "Wait, what do you mean?"
Calvados looked at him through his goggles: "Every time I meet you, you are in trouble. Don't you think it's a coincidence? Besides, you usually live in Tokyo, and the guy who pretends to be a ghost in the forum is always in Tokyo.
activities, I have reason to suspect that you colluded with him to create these two accidents against me."
"..." In the blink of an eye, Vodka suddenly understood something, "Is this the reason why you had to drive by yourself just now?"
Calvados nodded without hesitation.
Vodka: “#*&%……”
"I thought I finally met a reliable teammate this time, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect that this guy had unknowingly become Uzo's tool."
Thinking of the glimmer of joy just now, Vodka wanted to slap himself twice: "I was still too careless. I only remembered that Uzo could kill people with homicide, but I forgot that the most terrifying thing about this guy is that he is good at playing with people's hearts... Having said that,
Is this guy Calvados blind? He turned a blind eye to such a big Uzo dangling next to him, and instead stared at me who was like a background board..."
For a moment, Vanilla Ice Cream clenched her fists, and the anger in her heart reached its peak.
Calvados held the steering wheel: "What do you think?"
Vodka: "No objection. Your suspicion is very reasonable. I am willing to cooperate. At this time, the most important thing is for everyone to work together to eliminate prejudice."
Huh, I'm here under the eaves. I'll keep my head down for now. When I get back to Tokyo, you guys will wait for me!
...Although I dare not do anything, I will try my best to promote the friendly relationship between you and Uzo! Don't you like to be suspicious? Then I will see when you can suspect that detective.
Mr. Yamada, who was full of bad intentions, punched and kicked Calvados in his heart for a while, and quietly showed a sinister smile.
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When two members of the black organization set up a trap for each other.
On the other side, inside Takehara Cafe.
"This is rice we grow ourselves."
The old farmer brought an iron basin filled with fresh, plump and white rice. He opened the lid of the popcorn machine and tilted the iron basin: "Pour the rice into the machine like this..."
"Then put the lid on, light the fire, and turn the handle."
He started spinning the popcorn machine: "In this way, the pressure inside will gradually increase.
"Speaking of which, I really miss the old days. At that time, I often went to the city to sell popcorn, and many cute children would always gather around my stall. There were also colleagues who made popcorn nearby..."
As he spoke, he looked at the farmland at the foot of the mountain and sighed: "Unfortunately, times have changed. In our village, I am the only one who is still making popcorn, and all the other old guys have stopped doing it. Speaking of this, I really
Special thanks to Mr. Takehara. Thanks to him, I can continue my business in this store.”
Several female high school students gathered around, listening to his recollections of the past, asking a few questions cooperatively, and cheering him on.
A little further away.
Conan looked at the old-fashioned popcorn machine humming in front of him and whispered to Hattori Heiji: "I don't know why, but I always have a bad feeling."
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Hattori Heiji chewed the fruit brought by the store manager's wife and rolled his eyes when he heard this: "To be honest, I have a bad feeling every time I go out with you Tokyoites."
"..." Conan's eyes twitched slightly, and he snatched the orange from his hand, "I'm talking about business! When I went to the bathroom just now..."
He lowered his voice and talked about the store contract that he had just overheard.
Hattori Heiji listened to everything and touched his chin: "It's a bit weird."
Jiang Xia also nodded: "Because a passerby's accidental contribution went viral, not only did he not take the opportunity to promote himself, but he also canceled the website - although this can barely be used with words like 'indifferent to fame and fortune' and 'having his own ideas and personality'
I explained it, but selling the shop is too strange. If he is such a principled person, he should not give up this cafe that has been in operation for many years."
"That's right." Conan slapped his palm, "That's what it feels like!"
After saying this, he turned his head and looked to the side.
Then he met Jiang Xia's eyes.
Conan: "..."
Conan: "When did you come here?!"
Jiang Xia sat on the porch, stretched out, and picked up the last sliced orange from Hattori Heiji's plate: "I saw that you guys seemed to be chatting about interesting things, so I came over to listen."
Conan was a little nervous at first, but quickly came to his senses: Wait, he was just worried that Jiang Xia would investigate impulsively and be murdered after learning about the black organization... But today's incident seems to have nothing to do with the black organization.
In this case, Jiang Xia heard it and there was no problem.
Thinking like this, Conan relaxed again. However, when it comes to the black organization...
The fake primary school student touched his chin: I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel like there’s the breath of those guys nearby.