In the end, Conan couldn't get the drink out of the door panel, so he had to run to get it himself.

After a short delay, when he arrived at the kitchen, the others had already left, except for Fair Sawaki, who was curiously tasting the spices on the shelves.

As soon as he turned his head and found someone at his feet, he was startled, and after coming back to his senses, he put the conditioning bottle back in its place with a little embarrassment, and said without words, "I'll help you get the juice?" ”

As he spoke, he opened the door of the refrigerator, took a few cans and handed them to Conan, which was indeed too tall for Conan's height.

Conan thanked him in that long, childish tone, and the two returned to the hall.

The originally empty dining table has been set up like a drinking party. Until now, the murderer has not really appeared in the restaurant, and a group of people have slowly forgotten the previous topic and created a dinner-like atmosphere.

After drinking the juice and wiping his mouth, he suddenly remembered something, he was idle anyway, so he asked directly, "By the way, what is the reason for Mr. Xu to find you?" ”

Shishido took a sip of beer and recalled, "It was Mr. Asahi's secretary who contacted me and said that he wanted me to help promote the restaurant, and that we would meet to discuss the details." ”

"I'm in a similar situation." , Peter Ford and Minoru Nishina spoke at the same time.

These three are quite accomplished in photography, broadcasting, and writing, respectively, and it makes sense to ask them to promote them.

However, Nana Koyamauchi seems to be a model...... Could it be that when it opened, the undersea restaurant was ready to have a catwalk?

Everyone looked at her with doubts, and saw this beautiful female model holding her cheeks with one hand and reaching into her bag with the other hand to fumble, "The reason is probably the same, but the difference is that I also received a gift!" ”

Before the words fell, she had already found a thick-bottomed glass bottle. The rosy nail polish is filled in thumb-length vials and the label is stamped in delicate gilded French.

Nana Koyamauchi boasted, "This is a limited edition that only came out last month, so it's special - don't be hard to buy!" ”

For young women who like to dress up, it can be difficult to resist the urge to pull out the bottle and paint two strokes when they see a bottle of nail polish in front of them.

Nana Yamauchi's ten fingernails were already full of drawing, and she sighed as she pinched the small brush, and could only pinch a cork stopper and trace on it.

After a few strokes, she flicked the cork at the door across the table, "Look, cute!" ”

"......", the door panel looked at the big-headed monster-like thing, tilted his head, and stopped talking.

Peter Ford was attracted by this movement, and he also leaned over curiously to see what Nana Yamauchi had drawn, but when he poked his head out, he suddenly caught a glimpse of an A4 paper folded in half under his feet.

“？” He bent down to pick up the paper, unfolded it, and found that it was actually a letter, which began with the words "Mr. Fair Sawaki".

Peter Ford didn't look any further, but closed it and handed it to Sawaki, "Mr. Sawaki, there's a letter from you." ”

"Letter? Thank you. Sawaki took it in confusion, glanced at it, and found that this was not something that needed to be kept secret, so he read it out casually while reading:

...... "I may be an hour or two late, and as reparations, please take out your favorite bottle from the M18 shelf and share it among everyone."

I put the key to the wine cellar on the counter.

I'll be there almost when you're done drinking.

Asahi Shengyi"

After listening to him read it, no one wondered why a letter would grow on the ground, and no one thought about why Xu Shengyi didn't send a secretary to convey it, and their first reaction was-

"I also want to see Mr. Asahi's sake store!"

"......", watching a group of people get up one after another, and the door panel also grinds and chirps to stand up, with "stupid humans" written all over their faces.

His abnormal expression directly led to the fact that on the way to the wine store, Xiaolan frequently looked back at him, and when he passed by the threshold, he would specially remind him, so he almost came up and carried him away, as if he was sure that he was not sober now.

The wine cellar is the only room that Conan said before, locked.

Open the heavy metal door, and the cold air blows in, and the temperature here is much cooler than outside.

Xiaolan was wearing a shirt and shorts, and shivered when she entered the door, "Why is it so cold." ”

"Actually, it's not cold enough." Fair Sawaki looked at the thermometer at the door, the pointer on it stopped between 17 and 18 °C, and he sighed, "The ideal temperature to preserve these wines should be ten to fourteen degrees." ”

"That's right." , Xiaolan blinked, and learned another piece of red wine knowledge.

Not far away, the White Bird Police Department also started his performance again, this red wine fan with his eyes blazing, rushed to the wine cabinet and shouted with joy, "Officer, come and see!" So many famous wines! ”

"......", as a colleague, the Twilight Police Department doesn't really want to deal with him.

Although Sawaki Fair also likes alcohol, he has a lot of good wine, and he knows exactly what he should do at this time, so he turns left after entering the door and goes straight to the M18 wine cabinet.

The wine cellar is like a grand library, with cabinets about two meters high and lined up, except that instead of books, there are all kinds of valuable wines.

The door panel smelled the slightest smell of wine, and one hand pressed on the cabinet, ready to move.

However, these wines were obviously different from the canned drinks in the kitchen, and were not freely available, and the only thing he could get his hands on was the bottle of wine mentioned in the letter.

So he thought about it for a while, and took a few steps to keep up with Sawaki Fair.

In the meantime, Sawaki Fair heard the movement and glanced back at him, but probably because he didn't have a good impression of this guy who drank red wine, he didn't say hello to the door panel, just frowned slightly, and turned his head again as if he hadn't seen anything.

At Sawaki's feet, he was followed by Conan, who was looking left and right. I don't know if he has some kind of premonition, or if he just wants to help Sawaki find a drink......

The M18 wine rack is not difficult to find.

After walking more than ten meters, Sawaki raised his head to confirm his position and turned in.

Conan followed him, he was short and had a low perspective, so when he reached the middle of the path, he noticed an anomaly first - an inconspicuous steel wire in the middle of the road.

Some kind of premonition and conjecture slammed through Conan's mind, and before his mind could turn, his mouth had already understood, and he shouted: "Danger! ”

The door panel is just around the corner. He poked his head out curiously, first hearing the sound of a thud, and then catching a glimpse of a steel needle flying through the wind, striking him in the eye.

He tilted his head back, grabbed it with the speed of catching mosquitoes in summer, was silent for a moment, and shouted unwillingly, "Who shoots arrows everywhere, it's too immoral!" ”

"Although it is not reasonable to talk to drunks...... But I still want to say that this is a deliberate murder! Conan was also taken aback by his sudden probe, and his hand had already touched the football belt, ready to come first.

At this moment, seeing "Bai Shu" throw the needle on the ground, his hand was removed, and he re-wrapped it on his chest, and whispered in amazement, "Alcohol can erode your brain, but is it ineffective on your brain stem......

"How many times have I said that I'm not drunk." , the door panel couldn't help but step on the steel needle, rubbing it with his foot and rolling a few times.

"Then don't do this kind of destruction of physical evidence!" Conan was startled and pounced on him and pushed his leg away, "It's very unlikely, but what if there are prisoner's fingerprints on it!" ”

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