Chapter 2905 2917 [The Split of Organizational Cadres] Ask for monthly votes (`)
Calvados snorted, "Why go to that store?"
"?" Vodka suspected that this guy had lost his memory. "What do you want to do? Of course, we should look for Chizo Ogura! Didn't I just tell you that the owner of that coffee shop is a distant relative of Ogura?
"And that store is always deserted, but the owner has not gone bankrupt and is living a comfortable life. In my opinion, this guy is probably hiding in the mountains to sell drugs. I'm afraid Chizo Ogura ran from Tokyo to Osaka just to hide here."
Calvados glanced at him as if he was a fool. "It's been less than two hours since you said those words. How could I forget them? I don't have amnesia."
"..." Vodka's fist hardened, "Didn't you ask 'what are you going to do in that store'?"
Calvados sneered, "I mean, to kill Chizo Ogura, why do you have to go into the store? There have been so many messes these days that I almost forgot that I am a sniper.
"I should have killed people from a distance of a thousand meters instead of jumping around the target like a monkey and then being blocked by the police at the scene of the crime and forced to give up my pistols."
Vodka: “……?”
Although Calvados didn't notice Uzo hiding behind the scenes, he was already unconsciously avoiding the stage... But that's right, if you can't afford to provoke them, can't you just hide from them?
He suddenly realized that he seemed to have entered some kind of blind spot. Fortunately, Calvados accidentally led him out.
Just as I was secretly rejoicing, the guy next to me suddenly spoke again: "Also, from now on, you are not allowed to use mobile phones, computers or any other 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, there's trouble. Don't you think this is too coincidental? Besides, you usually live in Tokyo, and the guy who pretends to be a ghost in the forum is always active in Tokyo. I have reason to suspect that you have colluded with him and created these two accidents against me."
"..." In a split second, Vodka suddenly understood something, "Is this why you insisted on driving yourself just now?"
Calvados nodded without hesitation.
Vodka: "#*&%..."
"I thought I had finally found a reliable teammate this time, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect this guy to have unknowingly become Uzo's tool."
Thinking of the sense of relief just now, Vodka wanted to slap himself twice with his backhand: "I was still too careless. I only remembered that Uzo could kill people with murder, but forgot that the most terrifying thing about this guy is that he is good at playing with people's hearts... Come to think of it, is Calvados blind? He ignored the huge Uzo swaying around him and instead stared at me who was like a background board..."
In an instant, Vanilla Ice Cream clenched his fists, and the anger in his heart reached its peak.
Calvados held the steering wheel: "What do you think?"
Vodka: "No objection, your suspicion is reasonable, I am willing to cooperate - at this time, it is most important for everyone to work together to eliminate prejudices."
Humph, since I’m under your roof, I’ll bow my head to you for now. When I get back to Tokyo, you’ll have to wait for me!
...Although I dare not do anything, I will do my best to promote the friendly progress of your relationship with Wuzo! Don't you like to doubt? Then I will see when you can doubt the detective.
Mr. Yamada, who was full of evil intentions, punched and kicked Calvados in his heart for a while, and then secretly revealed a sinister smile.
…
When two members of the Black Organization were trying to harm each other.
On the other side, in Takehara Cafe.
“This is rice that we grow ourselves.”
The old farmer brought an iron basin filled with fresh, plump, 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 spun the popcorn machine, “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. There would always be many cute children around my stall. There were also colleagues who made popcorn together nearby..."
As he spoke, he looked at the farmland at the foot of the mountain and sighed: "It's a pity that times have changed. I am the only one in our village who still makes popcorn. The other old guys have stopped doing it. Speaking of this, I am really grateful to Mr. Takehara. Thanks to him, I can continue my business in this store."
Several high school girls gathered around him, listening to him reminiscing about the past while asking a few questions and showing their support.
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."
Hattori Heiji munched on the fruit the store manager's wife brought him. He rolled his eyes when he heard this. "To be honest, every time I go out with you guys from Tokyo, I have a bad feeling."
"..." Conan's eyes twitched slightly, and he snatched the orange from his hand, "I'm talking about business! Just now when I went to the bathroom..."
He lowered his voice and told about the store sale contract he had just overheard.
Hattori Heiji listened to the whole thing in a disjointed manner, then stroked his chin and said, "It's a bit strange."
Jiang Xia also nodded: "Because a passerby's accidental post went viral, he not only did not use the opportunity to promote himself, but instead cancelled the website address - although this can be barely explained by saying 'indifferent to fame and fortune', 'having his own ideas and personality', but selling the store is too strange. If he is really such a principled person, he should not give up this cafe that he has run for many years."
"That's right." Conan slammed his palm, "That's the feeling!"
After saying this, he turned his head belatedly and looked to the side.
Then his eyes met Jiang Xia's.
Conan: “…”
Conan: "When did you come here?!"
Jiang Xia stretched out while sitting in the corridor, and picked up the last piece of cut orange from Hattori Heiji's plate: "I saw that you guys seemed to be talking about something interesting, 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 impulsively investigate after knowing about the Black Organization and get killed... But what happened today seemed to have nothing to do with the Black Organization.
In this case, Jiang Xia just heard it and there was no problem.
Thinking of this, Conan relaxed again. However, speaking of the Black Organization...
The fake elementary school student touched his chin: I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel like there’s the presence of those guys nearby.
(End of this chapter)
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