Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 386 The riddle of Kuroba Kuaidou

Jiang Gutian.

Following the order of his elder brother, Vodka drove Kaito back to the gate of Kuroba's house in his own Porsche.

Along the way, Vodka was immersed in depression and concentrated on driving without saying a word.

Kuroba Kaito felt that he couldn't stand the dullness, so he performed a magic trick in the car, trying to ease the atmosphere...

As a result, the transformed pigeons flew all over the car, scaring Vodka so much that he almost drove into the wall.

After getting off the car, Kaito Kuroba continued to apologize with an awkward smile:

"Well, Uncle Vodka, that was an accident just now! An accident! Next time I will make you a fun one..."

He pressed the pigeons that were about to move around in his clothes, and he was also a little puzzled - it was strange, the pigeons, who are usually very obedient, were so interested in Uncle Vodka's sunglasses today?

Vodka wiped off his cold sweat, "No, no need, I don't think we will meet again..."

God damn it, the pigeon that this kid just released almost blinded his sunglasses...the hat even scratched a hole.

He felt that he would stay away from such creatures called 'Strange Thief' and 'Magician' in the future.

too frightening.

And when he thought about calling a kid 'big brother' for a long time before he found out, Vodka felt a little ashamed, and had no choice but to find a hole in the ground, far away from Kuroba Kaito.

Kaito Kuroba scratched his head in distress when he saw that Vodka seemed to be avoiding him on purpose.

He has already apologized for pretending to be gin, why is this uncle still depressed?
After thinking for a while, Vodka has stepped on the accelerator and is about to leave.

Suddenly, Kuroba Kaito clapped his hands, and suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something, and hurriedly pulled the car door: "Ah! Wait, wait! Uncle Vodka, wait..."

Vodka: "..."

What does this terrifying pigeon demon want to do again! ?

"Well, I have a riddle that I want to give to Uncle Blade... hey, where did I put it, I'll look for it..."

Kuroba Kaito slammed on his body for a while:
Electric batons, spare masks, fake faces, playing cards, fake breasts, roses, a suit of clothes, a toy pistol that looks poorly made...

Vodka was dumbfounded by what he took out.

He looked at Kaito Kuroba's thin and small body, stared at him constantly digging out a bunch of treasures from under his close-fitting coat, and rubbed his eyes:
So many treasures, where did they hide before?

Kuroba Kaito?Steal Kidd quickly?
This is Doraemon!

It's even more outrageous than big brother...

"Strange, I put it here before..." Kaito Kuroba finally pulled off his coat and began to dig out, and finally took out a well-packed envelope from the bottom of his pocket, "I found it! This is it, Uncle Vodka "Um, uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Turning his head, he saw Vodka with a suspicious expression on his face.

He himself was completely unaware of how many things he had taken out - because after finding the envelope, he immediately stuffed everything back intact.

"...Ah? What?" Vodka stared blankly at Kaito.

"This is the letter! Please bring it to Uncle Yan for me." Hei Yu quickly stuffed the envelope into Vodka's hand, smiling a bit meanly, "If you still have trouble telling Uncle Yan, even guessing If you don't come out, tell me the answer he guessed... that's it! Uncle Vodka, go slowly~"

It's been a long time since he gave Uncle Blade a question...

The main reason is that Gin Jiu has been disconnected from other people recently, and Hei Yu Kuai Tou can't get in touch even if he wants to, and guessing riddles is definitely the lowest priority in Gin Jiu's eyes.

Because all the riddles that Heiyu Kuaidou came up with must be stinky, long and difficult to guess, the only two advantages are that it looks good and sounds good to read.

Vodka didn't know that Gin hated Kuroba Kaito's riddles so much that he put the envelope in his arms carefully, intending to tell his elder brother about it when he came back.

……

At the moment when the time crossed 0 o'clock, everything came to an end.

The moon is covered by thick dark clouds, the sun has not yet revealed its trace, and the starry sky is also covered in silence.

Tokyo, which had been in chaos all night, finally returned to calm again.

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

After working overtime all night for the first search class, all the police officers felt that they were tired and turned into some kind of animals, but they were sweating profusely in this cold winter.

"Has the data been calculated? How about the loss?"

Officer Mumu wiped the sweat from his forehead, returned to his seat and sat down, and asked a police officer who was in charge of statistics.

"Yes! As of 21:35 in the evening, a total of 18 explosions occurred, but the damage caused was not very large, and there were no casualties... It was just that the buildings near the five explosion points were ignited, causing a relatively large explosion. There was a big fire, but there was no public attack."

The reporter held a stack of documents in his hand, and after he finished speaking, there was still some lingering fear on his face.

The explosion tonight shook the entire Metropolitan Police Department.

Now they have even issued a warrant to hunt down the bomber with all their strength... If the other party is allowed to continue to operate in Tokyo, the consequences will be unimaginable!
What's more, at the end, the bomber even sent a very provocative 'Crime End Letter', which roughly reads:

[To the Incompetent Metropolitan Police Department: This is the end of today's fireworks show. I think today's one and a half hours of fireworks show should make your police enough to enjoy... I hope you can bring me more next time Fun——by Smokeless]

Look, look!
What a mockery!
Officer Mu Mu only felt that his face was dull.

He looked at his crowd, and roared: "Everyone! This prisoner has defied our police time and time again... We must catch him to wash away our shame! Bet on the glory of our Metropolitan Police Department!!"

"Yes!!!"

All the policemen clenched their fists—they were full of anger at the bomber.

After a good night, everyone who was supposed to be off work got off work, but they were forced to come back to work overtime because of this incident...

The report must be written before leaving.

All night, for sure.

Every policeman's face is full of 'happy' at the thought of his vacation being wasted.

The same goes for Officer Megure, who has written more reports than anyone else...

"Brother Matsuda, you have worked hard today." Police Officer Mumu watched Matsuda Jinpei approaching, and sighed.

The latter yelled, rubbed his eyes, and said in a lazy tone, "It's not hard, this time the prisoner didn't leave any traces, it's a relief for me."

I'm just a little sorry for the citizens of Tokyo...

Hmm...By the way, can I apologize to his colleagues and boss?
Officer Mumu: "..."

Hello!Which side is Matsuda on?
"Oh, by the way, this is a report." Matsuda Jinhei handed over the report that he had written in less than 10 minutes.

Police officer Mu Mu was stunned for a while: "Why are you so fast?"

"I used to write a lot of explosion disposal reports, so I just took a few sets and it's not enough."

Matsuda Jinpei yawned again, "I'm off work, I'm leaving first."

A group of people immediately looked at Matsuda Jinpei in unison.

Set of templates?
Wonderful!

Officer Mumu: "..."

When it was over, he felt that the others were going to be led down by Matsuda Jinpei.

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(End of this chapter)