The old man wearing glasses seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world and burst out laughing.
"Just this kid? Don't make me laugh, hahaha!" The man with glasses laughed to the point of tears.
Conan, Xiaolan and Uncle Maori looked at the glasses man as if they were a fool.
"Although I'm not talented, I still have good works, and I even have a company that runs well. I am Nan Wukong, the chairman of Flying Eagle, the author of World of Warcraft and other works." Nan Wukong pushed up the frame of his glasses.
, the lenses reflect light, but you can imagine how mocking his eyes are.
"Although I don't know which newspaper company you belong to, I believe you will receive your resignation letter and court summons soon." Nan Wukong said in a rather regretful tone.
It can be said that everyone knows about Eagle Leap. As long as there is a computer, there must be a chat software called "Eagle Letter", which is equivalent to the penguin chat tool in the original world.
Because it is completely free and you only need to register an account to use it, it has received good reviews in this world controlled by capitalists.
Although this has offended many communication companies and reduced their service standards, the voice of the people cannot be ignored, so communication companies can only increase SMS and email services from other channels.
Of course, there are many games, movies, animations, including artists and voice actors who are involved in basically all entertainment projects.
Therefore, basically everyone knows about Flying Eagle Leap. The chairman of this company, Nan Wukong, is also a legend. It is said that he was just a novel author at the beginning.
But later he disappeared and became more and more low-key, so there were fewer rumors.
Now that such a real capitalist is sitting here, the man with glasses is completely dumbfounded.
"This guest, I will help you get rid of your order today. You should leave after finishing your meal." The store manager observed his words carefully. No matter whether a big shot came here or not, today's matter cannot be too big.
"Hmph! You little boy with eyes, stop talking nonsense. You don't learn well at your age and you have to pretend to be a big shot! Since the order is free, I will eat more." The glasses-covered man does not believe that a big shot would condescend to a small conveyor belt sushi.
shop.
"Those big shots are all eating high-end sushi, who would come to such a small place to eat!"
The man with glasses picked up a piece of sushi and stuffed it into his mouth.
Mouri Kogoro no longer knew how this man wanted to commit suicide. The reason why he talked so rudely to Nan Mukong was because they were familiar with each other. In addition, Na Mukong had no airs at all and was very similar to Suzuki Sonoko, so they became friends.
good.
But is this guy...
Conan tilted his head and looked at Nan Wukong and found that his chopsticks were broken. He knew that the glasses man was going to be in trouble.
However, the curse of death is at work all the time.
This annoying old man with glasses pinched his neck and made a painful sound, then fell to the ground, his pupils were dilated, and he died.
"What's wrong?"
"What happened?"
"Is it food poisoning?!"
"If you get hurt, put it back quickly. We'll find another store."
The guests were so panicked that they ran away one by one when they saw something was wrong.
Mouri Kogoro checked the glasses man and found that he was dead, and shouted: "You are not allowed to leave, he is already dead! If you leave now, you will probably be regarded as a criminal suspect!"
After warning the masses, he said to the store manager: "Store manager, call the police quickly."
After a while, the police came, and it was still an old acquaintance, Officer Memu.
"Maoli, it's you again, who did you kill again this time? How many murders have happened around you in the past few days?!"
Uncle Maori scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Hey! It's obviously the button calling me!"
Officer Megure scolded Uncle Maori, and then quickly arranged the on-site work.
"Officer Memu, this man with glasses smells like almonds in his mouth. He must be suffering from cyanide poisoning." Conan had already smelled the smell in the mouth of this man with glasses and blurted it out.
Everyone looked at Conan blankly, "Conan, how did you know?" Xiaolan asked.
"Ah... I saw that from the textbook." Conan laughed, then was thrown into Xiaolan's arms by Uncle Maori: "Watch him! He makes trouble every time and destroys the scene. What should I do?" (To be continued)