The car soon left the city and headed towards the suburbs.
Shiraishi looked at his mobile phone. This old model made him a little unfamiliar. It took him some time last night to get familiar with its usage again, and found that the pushing box game inside was quite fun.
Of course, there is one thing more worthy of attention than pushing boxes...
Shiraishi looked at the only email in the mailbox and gave a complicated look at the two English words on it.
After he stopped talking for a moment, Shiraishi turned around and asked Hongye, who was driving next to him: "What is your code name?"
He didn't ask such nonsense as "Do you have a code name?" Even he, a counterfeit expert, could get a code name, let alone a person like Hongye who had real talent and knowledge and had a back door to the system.
"Merlot, wine." Hongye took out her phone while driving, unlocked it and handed it to him so that he could check the spelling.
This kind of email is usually deleted after reading it, but the two people in the car obviously lacked the respect they deserve for the boss.
It was only at this time that Hongye remembered this:
"Please delete it for me after reading it, and memorize my email number by the way. Although we can contact you without this, we still have to do it."
"I'm memorizing it." After saying that, Shiraishi was silent for a moment while facing Hongye's email interface, "I was just thinking about what your code names are: Merlot, Sherry, Gin, or even vodka and rye at worst, but when it comes
I……"
Shiraishi pointed to "Whisky" in his inbox: "Why did it turn into corn! Don't bomb experts have no face!"
After a pause, he suddenly thought of another question, "Wait a minute, corn whiskey... is usually bourbon, right? Isn't the code name bourbon already used by someone?"
"The name of the wine is not enough, so you can be regarded as a substitute." Hongye is quite familiar with the affairs of the organization. "The reason why I chose this name may be because the organization is not very optimistic about that Bourbon. When he dies, you will be in charge...
"
"Okay, let's assassinate him tomorrow." Baishi started talking nonsense with a pair of unwilling eyes.
Hongye comforted him: "If you mind, you can also change the corn brain into 'Kelen' or other homophonic words."
"That can't cover up its corn nature... Oh, forget it." It sounds silly. Gin, the boss who likes to catch undercovers, might also relax his vigilance... although he has never caught the right ones several times.
people.
Shiraishi deleted the emails on both phones in turn. However, before deleting, he used the light screen to privately message Hongye with an email address.
Although Hongye seems to be an academic leader, the leader's memory may not be reliable. If two people think they have memorized it, but actually haven't, and they can't contact the boss, wouldn't it be very embarrassing?
The system records can be saved for up to 48 hours, which is very convenient for taking secret notes.
After driving for an hour or two, we finally arrived at the shooting club Hong Ye mentioned.
This is also one of the organizations' industries. People in black are not on missions all the time, and there are not that many opportunities to shoot. In order to avoid shooting, it is reasonable to have a practice location.
The two arrived at the shooting room. The instructor adjusted the equipment and quickly left.
Shiraishi deliberately opened his hand to summon the gun, and the gun appeared smoothly. It seemed that there was no surveillance here and no one was secretly observing.
I tried shooting at a 20-meter target. Even though I was prepared, the recoil of the shot still made Shiraishi's hand shake slightly.
The bullet flew out and hit the target. Hongye, who acted as a temporary instructor, nodded: "Seven rings, not bad, didn't miss the target."
Baishi lowered his head and glanced at the pistol, showing some contemplation. A few seconds later, he raised his hand and fired again, hitting the target.
Bang bang bang, several shots were fired, and in the end, the bullet holes all overlapped in the center of the target, without even a centimeter off.
Hong Ye finally began to be a little surprised. She thought for a while, moved the target to the farthest 25 meters, and tried again, but still had the same hit rate.
"..." Hong Ye was silent for a moment, "If you have mastered shooting skills beforehand, you should tell me in advance so that I can make a more effective schedule."
"I used to be very accurate when playing with air rifles, and I rarely miss when I throw mineral water bottles into the trash can...but it's impossible to be this accurate."
Shiraishi was also confused. He looked at the gun in his hand twice, put it away temporarily, and found an ordinary gun.
The models of the two guns were different. Shiraishi took aim at the target and shot out with 8 rings.
Further back, they are all in the center of the circle.
"This world...could it magnify a person's strengths?" Shiraishi touched the slightly hot gun and thought thoughtfully, "Actually, I have always felt that after I came here, I even made up more and more excuses."
"It's possible, but I don't feel that my knowledge has increased." Hongye mused, "Maybe it's because my creativity has become stronger... I'll have to apply for a few new projects after I go back."
...Stop it, if you continue to build a winery, you will be bald.
With this in mind, Shiraishi fired a few more shots at the target to consolidate his suddenly awakened new talent.
Hongye quickly came to his senses and remembered the main purpose of coming to the shooting range.
Since there is no need to practice with pistols for the time being...
She opened the door and left.
Not long after, he came back with a box of sniper rifles:
"Go to the outdoor shooting range and try this. If you can use it like a pistol, and you can shoot accurately... why not apply for a sniper position for your body?"
Facing her serious look, Bai Shi wavered for a moment.
Then he took a deep breath and said sadly: "No."
…
The training progress is much faster than Hongye expected.
After solving the problem of "the new employee who was highly regarded by the boss didn't know how to use a gun", the plan to stay at the shooting range for two or three days was meaningless, and the two of them returned that afternoon.
Driving on the increasingly dark mountain road, Hongye was thinking about where to choose for Shiraishi to practice his bomb skills, when suddenly there was a muffled sound outside the car, followed by the car body shaking and vaguely turning to one side.
"A puncture?" Bai Shi opened his eyes and sat up straight.
"Probably." Hongye nodded, looking a little distressed.
But soon she thought of something and calmed down again.
The car slowly stopped, and when it came to a complete stop, the two of them saw a simple car in front of the car.
Hongye got out of the car and looked at the tires of his own car, and then looked at the car in front:
"The breaches are very similar. They were probably pierced by the same sharp object... I asked the logistics to come to the tow truck and take us back."
"Wait a minute." Bai Shi looked at the light screen that suddenly popped up in the wilderness. There were actually two more tasks on it.
[Rescuing an honest man who is smart but not rational enough x1]
[Free the wandering souls riddled with resentment]
...Is there a dead person in the car in front?
Shiraishi walked to the side of the car, bent down and took a look through the window. It was empty.
Although the trunk was not opened, it did not smell like blood or corpses. More importantly, there was no Kogoro Mori and Conan here.
Although there is no evidence at all, Shiraishi always feels that this car may have been left behind by Maori and his party...
It was completely dark, but the surroundings were not quiet, and there was a loud sound of water.
Following the sound, Baishi discovered that there was a house supported by wooden piles dozens of meters away. At first glance, it looked like a Dai bamboo house.
The wooden house is backed by a cliff, and a waterfall rumbles down the cliff, which makes the house very stylish.
There seems to be something "temple" engraved on the sign at the door.
"Go over and have a look." Baishi pointed to that special temple, "There is a new mission."
"Okay." Hongye took out her bag, locked the car, and just took two steps toward the temple when she suddenly heard Shiraishi ask, "By the way, can you read sign language?"