It is impossible to taste.

There are a lot of strange drugs in the organization, and who knows if there is poison in the wine.

Although it is unlikely that the organization will poison a good sniper at will, the core members are somewhat seriously ill.

"Don't drink it." Jiang Yuan refused, but at this time, Belmode came to tease him with spirits, most likely it was related to his codename, and the detection range score of 800 yards was slightly better than Cohen and Chianti, and the organization would not let him go.

Of course, it is not necessary to pay more attention to it, and it is not a field battle, and the firing range of those two people in the city is completely sufficient.

"Mr. Uesugi is so funny." Belmode covered her mouth and laughed.

"You know I'm not trying to get away with it, so you're actually embarrassed, and when you play the role of a clown alone, you find that there is someone next to you, and if I have a crush on you, you can do it with ease, and at the same time, I smell a rotten apple-like smell of old people." Jiang Yuan didn't mean the slightest ridicule, he just briefly dissected the other party, and it was not malicious to seriously express his opinion.

Belmode's smile vanished, "There aren't many people who can make me disgusted the first time we meet. ”

"That's just the facts." Jiang Yuan replied calmly, "People have to learn to forgive themselves unconditionally, even if they know how bad they are. ”

Belmode said indifferently, "Your ego is too extreme. ”

"Thanks for the compliment." Jiang Yuan replied.

"Mezcal, it smells as smoky as your ego." Belmode put the glass on the long table and turned to leave, the other comments didn't matter, what really angered her was the 'old man'.

The two sides parted unhappily.

Jiang Yuan watched the other party leave, he didn't like Belmode too much for a guy who didn't have a firm position.

The mail came.

[There is a popular Mexican proverb: "Para todo mal, mezcal; para todo bien， también”。 For better or worse, there's nothing wrong with a mezcal. When you first meet, that's your code name. ]

[In most cocktails, it is a substitute for agave.] ——Mezcal]

[Compared to spirits, which can only be made with blue agave, mezcal can use any kind of agave and look more well-rounded.] ]

[Not as famous as agave.] ——Mezcal]

BOSS：“……”

Why so tangled in strange places.

Jiang Yuan put away his phone, he had a good impression of this kind of wine, due to the limitation of aging potential, the storage period of mezcal is not more than 5-6 years, which is very suitable for his short-lived future.

At the same time, Gray Yuan reached out and patted Conan.

"What's wrong?"

"Look over there."

Conan followed the other man's gaze and saw a familiar figure at the long table, the guy was eating in a corner where no one was looking, and because of his flat facial expression, he looked like a non-commissioned officer in the trench who was resupplying, and the whole venue was the object he was ready to shoot.

Conan was about to run over, but was stopped by Gray Plains as soon as he took a step.

"What are you going to do?"

"Of course, I asked Uesugi for help, he is so keen, maybe he has unconsciously collected a lot of clues." Conan looked back.

Gray Yuan frowned, "Don't implicate innocent people, you should know how dangerous the organization is." ”

"I want to find Pease ...... in a short period of time"

"No, it's just no."

"Okay."

At this time, the door of the venue is opened, and Twilight Thirteen walks in with several police officers, and he receives a call that someone wants to commit an assault at the memorial service, but because there is no evidence at all, he can't control the scene in the name of the Metropolitan Police Department, after all, it is possible that it is a prank.

"All the guests present, let's enjoy a few slides that Director Sakumaki did not make public during his lifetime."

The host picked up the microphone, the curtain slowly opened, the lights went out, and the projector began to work.

Conan didn't know that there was still this part of the memorial service, he didn't have the heart to listen to the host's memorial service at all, and it was very likely that something would go wrong in the dim environment.

"This set of photos should have been taken before the hair of the director of the sake roll fell out."

The guests laughed good-naturedly as a sharp cracking sound rang out.

Jiang Yuan looked towards the place where the sound came from, and the next second the giant chandelier was spilled, and the sound of glass breaking was very harsh.

"Turn on the lights." The Thirteen Eyes shouted.

The venue was lit up again, and the figures in the pool of blood caused screams, and the atmosphere suddenly became oppressive, and some people had even begun to call the senior management of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Sir, Councilor Swallow is dead." Takagi said after checking it.

The chandelier happened to fall on the swallow mouth, which looked like an accident, but few people present believed that it was dangerous to stay in the same place with the murderer, and even if it was an accident, it would not be possible to stay for a long time with the pretense of this hotel.

But if you want to be skillful, if it is a homicide case, then everyone present must cooperate with the investigation.

"Mr. Officer, this looks like an accident, if you want to kill people with a chandelier, you must install a special device on it, but as you can see, there is nothing on the ceiling and the ring."

"I also think it was an accident, I want to make the chandelier accurately smash on Mr. Swallow, there is a big possibility of missing, in case of failure, Mr. Swallow has a defense, but it is not so easy to start."

"Although the chandelier is large, it is possible that it is only a serious injury, and it seems unsafe to want to kill people in this way."

The guests spoke one after another, and a middle-aged man ate egg fried rice, and everyone looked relaxed and unconcerned.

"You guys." Mumu Thirteen roared, the identities of the people present were not simple, perhaps the senior management of the Metropolitan Police Department had already received a protest at this moment, unless it could be immediately proved that this was a homicide case, otherwise he would not be able to keep these people.

Conan walked out of the venue with Gray Plains, and when he turned off the lights, a purple handkerchief fell on top of his head, and now the two of them were going to the front desk to investigate the guests who had obtained the purple handkerchief.

Opening the door of the venue, a burst of flashing lights made the two unable to open their eyes, and the guests in the audience were also attracted to attention, and some people breathed a sigh of relief, in order to be able to leave the scene of the murder as soon as possible, of course, they had to notify the reporter to exert pressure, otherwise the newspaper would not have reacted so quickly.

"Sir, instructions have been sent from the higher-ups, and we only have half an hour at most." Takagi whispered.

"I see." Mumu Thirteen's face was not very good-looking.

In the crowd, Pisk's eyes narrowed, the little girl with brown hair was ...... Shirley? It's exactly the same as when I was a child, how I didn't know how to dye my hair when I escaped.

Jiang Yuan was bored, so he asked the waiter for a bottle of mezcal, and the wine reserves in the cup hotel were very sufficient.

[swallow, case.] ——Gin]

[Swallow is dead, Pisk has not been found, although the Metropolitan Police Department has been notified in advance.] ——Mezcal]

[I'll check this thing, substitute.] ——Gin]

[Gin was originally a diuretic weapon for seafarers - Mezcal]