Chapter 234 Let that high school student go!
Minoru Nishina was shot for unknown reasons.
He was so confused that he slammed the table and said, "Of course I can only write after I have tasted it. Are you underestimating my professionalism?!"
"Oh~? Professional ethics?" Nana Oyamauchi drawled out her voice with disdain.
She glanced at the others and found that their attention was indeed diverted and they forgot to ask her about when Murakami would be released from prison. She was immediately delighted.
Nana Koyama turned around and took out a gift box, raised her chin and looked at Nishina Minoru: "In this case, why don't you prove yourself - here, this is the souvenir I plan to give to Mr. Asahi, but now, you can taste it and see what kind of bar this is."
"...Wine tasting?" Nishina Minoru's voice suddenly became weak. He was indeed not good at this.
But now, with someone pointing at my nose and provoking me, how could I possibly back down?
I could only force myself to remain calm and snort: "Come on!"
…
Five minutes later.
While Minoru Nishina was smacking his lips carefully, trying to taste the wine, Nana Oyamauchi also poured herself a full glass.
She raised her glass and drank it all in one gulp, trying to use the wine to drive the bad memories out of her mind.
——Three months ago, she was driving her sports car home late at night and accidentally crossed the line and hit a motorcycle. The motorcycle driver and the motorcycle fell out, and Nana Koyama did not dare to look closely. She took advantage of the fact that there were no surveillance cameras around and stepped on the accelerator in panic and ran away.
So just now, when the keyword "revenge by Murakami Jyou" was mentioned, Nana Koyama's first reaction was: Could it be that the person she bumped into that night was Murakami Jyou?
"..." However, this happened three months ago, and Murakami had not yet been released from prison. It seems that I was overthinking it.
But speaking of it, Nana Koyama secretly wondered: Who was the person in the accident? ... She always had a bad premonition.
The supermodel scratched her hair in annoyance.
At this moment, Nishina Minoru shook his red wine glass and said in a pretentious tone: "Elegant violet scent, velvety taste... I understand - this wine is Napoleon's favorite Chambeddin!"
Nana Koyama was stunned, and then she sneered: "It's okay that you don't understand food, but you don't even have common sense? How can I afford such expensive wine!"
She filled the glass in her hand and originally planned to give it to the wine taster Sawaki Kouhei to taste.
Halfway through her walk, she saw Jiang Xia sitting quietly on the sofa, looking at her in deep thought.
“…” Thinking of the car accident she had to hide, Nana Koyama’s feet froze.
She twisted her body as if nothing had happened, sat next to Jiang Xia, leaned on his shoulder, tried to interfere with the detective's thoughts, and put the wine glass to the young detective's lips: "Want to taste it?"
As she spoke, Nana Oyama raised her other hand naturally, touched Jiang Xia's face with a smell of alcohol, and then moved her hand along her cheek to her neck.
The moment their skin touched, Nana Koyama's mood soared - this feeling was indeed more relaxing than it looked. If she continued to do this for a while, she would definitely forget about the unlucky driver she had hit before.
Nana Koyama relaxed a little. She shook her wine glass gently and smiled, "That fake gourmet just now guessed wrong. Do you want to guess the type of wine? The famous detective should be good at solving puzzles."
Beside her, Mao Lilan looked over faintly. She suspected that her classmate was being taken advantage of, and she already had preliminary evidence: "Well, Miss Nana, wine tasting has nothing to do with detective work, and we can't drink alcohol..."
Nana Koyama looked at Jiang Xia in shock: "Yes, you seem to be still a high school student. But these days, are there really minors who have never drunk alcohol secretly until high school? I don't believe it~
"Although this wine is cheap, it is also good stuff. Do you want it..." As she said that, she put the glass to her lips, took a sip, held the wine in her mouth, and put her arms around Jiang Xia's neck, as if she wanted to get closer.
"..." Jiang Xia pushed back Xiao Bai who was eager to stick his head out, glanced at the two policemen, Inspector Megure and Inspector Shiratori, and tactfully pushed the human-shaped wine glass hanging on him away, "No need, it's Poncho's Windmill Bar."
Nana Oyama raised her eyebrows, a little surprised.
——Jiang Xia was actually right.
Without a reason to force the little detective to drink, she swallowed the wine in her mouth and stood up with a bored look on her face: "It seems that you are not as obedient as you look. You can distinguish these two kinds of wine just by the aroma. You must have drunk a lot in the past."
Jiang Xia shook his head slightly, distancing himself from the wine in front of the police: "When you were pouring the wine just now, you were only trying to avoid Renke Minoru, not us. I saw the trademark."
Nana Oyamauchi: “…” Tsk.
(End of this chapter)
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