Chapter 2908 2920 [Principle]
The owner looked down and found that the shoelaces were indeed untied.
Without thinking much, he handed the gun to the acquaintance, then squatted down to adjust his shoelaces.
The next moment, the muzzle of a gun was pressed against his chin.
"?!" The middle-aged shop owner was stunned, then he showed an ugly smile, "What are you doing? This joke is not funny at all. What if it goes off accidentally? - Put down this dangerous thing quickly."
The person on the other side did not react. He just looked down at his watch which he had carefully adjusted, and then said softly, "Goodbye."
Click, the second hand points to the end point.
The trigger is pulled.
With a "bang", blood spurted out of the middle-aged shop owner's chest. He twitched a few times and fell to the ground with his eyes open, just like many wild boars he had killed before.
A life passed by before my eyes.
Vodka put his fingers over his eyes and sighed silently: Although he had seen countless bodies killed by gunfire, and he had also killed quite a few of them with his big brother Gin...but when he thought of the real culprit who killed the unlucky guy in front of him, he felt a little sad.
"Huh?" Just then, Vodka noticed something strange.
The gunshots in the mountains were very harsh, and the wild animals and birds fled - but for some reason, Chizo Ogura, who was not too far away from here, seemed to have heard nothing and was still swinging on the swing.
Vodka: “……?”
Something is wrong.
How could a drug dealer who was evading the police sit back and relax when he heard gunshots nearby? Even if he naively thought the gunshots were from the middle-aged shop owner hunting wild boars, he should have at least glanced over here.
After a brief moment of confusion, Vodka sneered and felt that he had guessed the answer.
All the inexplicable things can be explained as long as they are applied to that person.
——Why is Chizo Ogura still sitting here?
Of course, it was because he was Uzo's bait for the Calvados. Uzo hadn't let him go yet, so he couldn't leave.
…Although I don’t know how Uzo did it, it doesn’t matter. Just like a gun-toting lunatic doesn’t need to learn how to make steel, an accountant doesn’t need to verify that 1+1=2, a Uzo researcher doesn’t need to know how Uzo works… All he needs to do is believe that he can do it.
Vodka sighed silently, further reducing his already low presence.
…
It’s not too far from here.
When the shotgun sounded, Chizo Ogura, who was swinging on the swing, was startled.
But he quickly came back to his senses, looked down at his watch, and cursed softly: "Fortunately I glanced at the schedule when I went out, otherwise I would have had a heart attack."
"Speaking of which..." He glanced across the ceiling in the direction of the coffee shop, and couldn't help rubbing his ears:
"Isn't technology always improving? But why do I feel like the sound of popcorn popping is louder than when I was a kid? Could it be that that old-fashioned guy made a machine that is so broken that it can't be broken anymore just to 'restore' it?"
He shook his head and continued to swing on his swing, praying in his heart that those troublesome guests would quickly finish the experience and leave.
…
One minute ago.
In the courtyard of Takehara Cafe.
The old farmer sat next to the bulky popcorn machine, adjusting it: "Okay, that's about it - after the pressure is high enough, remember to put on the cover like this, otherwise the popcorn will fly everywhere."
He looked at his watch. It was almost 1:30, and it was time for the popcorn experience to end. The old farmer picked up the hammer, stopped the second hand with a sense of ceremony, and hit the plate on the machine hard.
With a loud "bang", sweet popcorn gushed out. Just as he said just now, the popcorn scattered everywhere, and a lot of it hit the cover.
Jiang Xia raised his head and looked towards the mountains and forests in the distance.
"Huh? What's wrong?" The old farmer shook his mask and looked up to see several high school students with shocked faces.
He was stunned for a moment, then grinned: "Kids nowadays have never seen popcorn before. They are so scared."
Hattori Heiji and Conan, who had just returned from a search with nothing found, said: "..." It turned out to be popcorn. They almost thought they had encountered another shooting.
Several female high school students looked at each other, and they immediately understood why their friends were frightened, just like themselves - the explosion just now was very similar to the gunshots they usually heard.
"This is the sound of popcorn popping." Suzuki Sonoko breathed a sigh of relief, plopped down on the porch, and swung her dangling legs. "I thought someone was shot dead."
The old farmer thought she was joking and laughed twice. Although he didn't quite understand why such words as "shot to death" were thrown out so lightly from the mouth of a young and fashionable girl, he knew a lot in the city, so maybe this was just a new joke popular in that city.
He silently memorized the joke and prepared 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 some sugar water on it and mix it carefully - come and taste it, it's done!"
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 expanded rice grains were full and covered with crystal syrup. The warm aroma wafted over, instantly diluting the solemnity brought by the "gunshot" just now.
Several people took the wooden bowls one by one, looked at the freshly baked antique snacks in the bowls, scooped a spoonful into their mouths with suspicion and anticipation.
The next moment, their eyes lit up: "It's delicious! It's different from those sold in supermarkets."
"Of course." The old farmer smiled proudly, "There are so many people in the village who can make popcorn, but the store manager invited me alone - my skills are unmatched by ordinary people."
Speaking of the store manager, Hattori Heiji sighed: I don't know if that inhospitable middle-aged man has killed the wild boar.
Just as he was thinking, a voice came from behind him. Jiang Xia chewed popcorn and said vaguely: "Someone is waving at us."
"Hmm?" Hattori Heiji looked back at him, then followed his gaze and looked towards the forest ahead.
Sure enough, from a distance, a man in forest ranger's clothes was standing in a clearing in the woods, waving his arms towards this side with a frequency and rhythm that seemed like he was saying hello.
The high school students then waved to him politely, but were disappointed to find that the old man was alone and was not carrying a wild boar.
The middle-aged store manager who failed to catch any prey did not stay in the open space for long. He said hello and turned into the woods.
Soon, his figure gradually disappeared from sight.
(End of this chapter)
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