The shop owner looked down and found that the shoelaces were really loose.
Without thinking much, he handed the gun to the acquaintance, then knelt down to tidy up his shoelaces.
The next moment, the muzzle of a gun was pressed against his chin.
"?!" The middle-aged shop owner was stunned, and then showed an ugly smile, "What are you doing? This joke is not funny at all. What should I do if it goes wrong? - Put this dangerous thing down quickly."
The person opposite didn't respond at all. He just glanced down at his carefully adjusted watch, and then said softly: "Goodbye."
Click, the second hand points to the end point.
The trigger is pulled.
There was a "bang", and blood flew out of the middle-aged shopkeeper's chest. He twitched a few times, and fell to the ground like many wild boars he had killed before.
A life passed before my eyes.
Vodka put his fingers on his eyes and sighed silently: Although he had seen countless corpses killed by gunshots, and he had made many with Brother Gin... But when he thought of the real culprit behind the death of the unlucky man in front of him, he felt uneasy in his heart.
After all, some rabbits die and foxes are sad.
"Huh?" At this moment, Vodka noticed something strange.
The gunshots in the mountains were very ear-piercing, and wild beasts and birds fled one after another - but for some reason, Chizo Ogura, who was not too far away from here, seemed to have heard nothing and was still sitting on the swing swinging.
Vodka: "...?"
Something is wrong.
How could a drug trafficker, who was on the run from the police, sit back and relax when he suddenly heard gunshots nearby? Even if the guy naively thought the gunshots were from a middle-aged shop owner hunting wild boars, he should have taken a few glances here.
After a brief moment of doubt, Vodka sneered, thinking he had guessed the answer.
All things that cannot be explained can be explained as long as they are applied to that person.
——Why is Chizo Ogura still sitting here?
Of course, it's because he is the bait Uzo uses to catch Calvados. Uzo hasn't let him go yet, so he can't leave.
...Although I don’t know how Uzo did it, it doesn’t matter. Just like gun-wielding madmen don’t need to learn how to make steel, accountants don’t need to verify 1+1=2, and Uzo researchers don’t need to know Uzo.
The working principle of Zuo... Just believe that he can do it.
Vodka sighed silently and once again narrowed his already low sense of presence.
…
It's not too far from here.
When the shotgun sounded, Chizo Ogura, who was swinging on the swing, got a shock and was startled.
But he soon came back to his senses, looked down at his watch, and cursed in a low voice: "Fortunately, I glanced at the timetable when I went out, otherwise I would have been so scared that I would have had a heart attack."
"Speaking of..." He glanced across the ceiling in the direction of the coffee shop, and then couldn't help but rub his ears:
"Isn't technology always improving, but why do I feel that the sound of popcorn is louder than when I was a child? Could it be that the old hater built a machine that is so broken that it can no longer be broken for the so-called 'restoration'?
Use it..."
He shook his head and continued to swing on his swing, praying in his heart that those troublesome guests would quickly finish experiencing the project and get out of here.
…
one minute ago.
In the courtyard of Takehara Cafe.
The old farmer sat next to the bulky popcorn machine, adjusting the machine: "Okay, that's almost it - after the pressure is high enough, remember to put on the cover like this, otherwise the popcorn will fly everywhere.
.”
As he spoke, he looked at his watch. It was almost 1:30, the time for the popcorn experience to end. The old farmer picked up the hammer, stuck the second hand in a ritualistic manner, and knocked hard on the plate on the machine.
There was a "bang" sound, and sweet popcorn spurted out. Just like what he just said, the popcorn flew out in all directions, and many of them hit the cover.
Jiang Xia raised her head and looked towards the distant mountains and forests.
"Huh? What's wrong?" The old farmer shook his hood and looked up to see several high school students with shocked faces.
He was startled, then grinned happily: "It's true that today's children have never seen popcorn in the past, and all of them are so scared."
Hattori Heiji and Conan, who had just searched and returned with nothing, said: "..." It turned out to be popcorn. I almost thought there was another shooting case.
Several female high school students looked at each other, and they immediately understood the reason why their friends were scared. Just like themselves - the explosion just now was very similar to what they usually hear.
The sound of gunshots arrived.
"That's the sound of popcorn popping." Suzuki Sonoko breathed a sigh of relief and sat down under the corridor, dangling her legs in the air. "I thought someone had been shot to death."
The old farmer thought she was joking and laughed in agreement. Although he didn't quite understand why the words "killed by a gun" came out of the mouth of a young and fashionable girl in an understatement, but he had experience in the city.
More, maybe this is a new joke popular in some town.
He silently wrote down the joke and planned to use it later. After that, the dedicated popcorn maker focused his attention on his work again.
He poured the popcorn into a large iron basin, then took a bowl that had been prepared long ago, and poured the clear liquid in the bowl over it: "Finally, just sprinkle with sugar water and mix carefully -
Come and try it, it’s ready!”
The high school students came to their senses and looked down at the bowl of popcorn that the old farmer had just scooped out.
The swollen rice grains are plump and covered with crystal syrup. The warm aroma hits your face, which immediately dilutes the solemnity caused by the "gunshot" just now.
Several people took the wooden bowls one by one, looked at the freshly baked antique snacks in the bowls, and scooped up a spoonful of them and put them into their mouths with suspicion and anticipation.
The next moment, their eyes lit up: "It's so delicious! It's different from the ones sold in supermarkets."
"Of course." The old farmer smiled proudly, "There are so many people in the village who know how to make popcorn, but the store manager invited me alone - my craftsmanship is incomparable to ordinary people."
Speaking of the store manager, Hattori Heiji sighed: I don’t know if that middle-aged man who was not very hospitable had shot a wild boar.
Just as he was thinking about it, a voice came from behind him. Jiang Xia was chewing popcorn and said vaguely: "Someone is waving to us."
"Huh?" Hattori Heiji looked back at him, then followed his gaze and looked towards the forest ahead.
Sure enough, looking from a distance, a man wearing a forest ranger suit was standing in the clearing in the forest, waving his arms in this direction with a frequency and rhythm, as if to say hello.
The high school students waved to him politely, and were disappointed to find that the uncle was alone and was not carrying a wild boar.
The middle-aged store manager, who had not caught any prey, did not stay in the open space for long. After saying hello, he turned around and entered the woods.