From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Chapter 34 Mezcal
It is impossible to taste.

There are many strange drugs in the organization. Who knows if there is any poison in the wine.

Although it is unlikely that the organization will poison an excellent sniper at will, the core members may have some serious illness.

"No." Jiang Yuan refused, but at this time, Belmod came over with spirits to tease him. It was most likely related to his code name. The test range score of 800 yards was slightly better than Cohen and Chianti. The organization would not Let yourself go.

Of course, it is not necessary to pay much attention to it. It is not a field battle. The shooting range of the two people in the city is completely sufficient.

"Mr. Uesugi is so funny." Belmode covered his mouth and smiled.

"You know I'm not playing hard to get, so you are actually very embarrassed. When you were performing the role of a clown alone, you found someone next to you who was probably like this. If I had a crush on you, you would be able to handle it with ease. At the same time, I smelled something like a rotten apple. He smells old." Jiang Yuan didn't mean the slightest bit of ridicule, he just briefly dissected the other person and expressed his views seriously, which was not considered malicious.

Belmod's smile disappeared, "There are not many people who can disgust me the first time I meet them."

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

Belmode said in a cold tone, "Your ego is too extreme."

"Thank you for the compliment." Jiang Yuan replied.

"Mezcal, its smoky smell is as stinky as your ego." Bermode put the wine glass on the long table and turned around to leave. The other comments didn't matter. What really irritated her was the phrase 'old man'.

The two sides parted unhappily.

Jiang Yuan watched the other party leave. He didn't like a guy like Belmode who didn't have a firm stance.

The mail came.

[There is a popular Mexican proverb: "Para todo mal, mezcal; para todo bien, también."For better or worse, you can’t go wrong with a glass of mezcal.When we first met, this was your code name. ]
[It is used as a substitute for agave in most cocktails. ——Mezcal]
[Compared to spirits that can only be made with blue agave, mezcal can use any kind of agave, giving you a more well-rounded look. ]
[Not as famous as tequila. ——Mezcal]
Boss: "..."

Why are you so confused in strange places.

Jiang Yuan put away his mobile phone. He had a good impression of mezcal. Due to the limitation of aging potential, the storage period of mezcal is no more than 5-6 years, which is very suitable for his short-lived future.

At the same time, Haihara Ai reached out and patted Conan.

"What's wrong."

"Look over there."

Conan followed the other person's gaze and saw a familiar figure at the long table. The guy was eating in a corner where no one was paying attention. Due to his dull facial expression, he looked like a noncommissioned officer supplying supplies in the trench. He was the whole venue. Prepare the object for shooting.

Conan was about to run over, but as soon as he took a step forward, Haihara Ai grabbed him.

"what are you going to do."

"Of course I asked Uesugi for help. He is so sharp, and he might have collected a lot of clues unconsciously." Conan turned around and said.

Hui Yuanai frowned, "Don't involve innocent people. You should know how dangerous the organization is."

"But I want to find Pease in a short time..."

"No, it just won't work." "Okay."

At this time, the door of the venue was opened, and Mumu Shisan walked in with several police officers. He received a call that someone wanted to commit murder at the memorial service, but because there was no evidence at all, he could not use the police's The name of controlling the scene may be a prank after all.

"Dear guests here, let us enjoy a few slides that were not made public to the world by Director Shimonaki during his lifetime."

The host picked up the microphone, the curtain slowly opened, the lights went out, and the projector started working.

Conan didn't know that there was this part of the memorial service. He had no intention of listening to the host's memorial. In the dark environment, something was very likely to go wrong.

"This set of photos should have been taken before Director Shimonaki's hair fell out."

The guests laughed kindly, and at the same time a sharp sound broke through the air.

Jiang Yuan looked towards the place where the sound came from. The next second, the giant chandelier fell down, and the sound of broken glass was very harsh.

"Hurry up and turn on the lights." Memu Thirteen shouted.

The venue became bright again, and the figure in the pool of blood caused screams. The atmosphere suddenly became depressing, and some people even started calling the top brass of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Sir, Senator Tunkou is dead." Takagi said after checking.

The chandelier fell right on Tunkou, and it looked like an accident. However, few people present believed that it was dangerous to stay in the same place with the murderer. Even if it was an accident, he could not stay in this hotel for a long time with the pretense of this hotel.

But if you want to be smart, if it's a murder case, everyone present must cooperate with the investigation.

"Mr. Police Officer, this looks like an accident. If you want to use a chandelier to kill people, you must install a special device on it, but as you can see, there is nothing on the ceiling or hanging rings."

"I also think it was an accident. If you want the chandelier to hit Mr. Tunkou accurately, there is a big possibility of failure. If it fails, Mr. Tunkou will be prepared, but it will not be so easy to do it."

"Although the chandelier is large, it is possible that it was just a serious injury. It seems very unsafe to use this method to kill people."

The guests spoke one after another, and a middle-aged man ate egg fried rice. Everyone looked relaxed and didn't care.

"You guys." Memaku Thirteen growled. The identities of the people present were not simple. Perhaps the top brass of the Metropolitan Police Department had received a protest at this moment. Unless it could be proven immediately that this was a homicide case, he would not be able to retain these people. .

Conan led Haibara Ai towards the outside of the venue. When he turned off the lights just now, a purple handkerchief fell on his head. Now the two of them were going to the front desk to investigate the guests who got the purple handkerchief.

Opening the door to the venue, a flash of light blinded the two of them. The attention of all the guests was also attracted. Some people breathed a sigh of relief. In order to leave the murder scene as soon as possible, of course, reporters must be notified to exert pressure, otherwise the newspaper would not react so quickly. .

"Sir, the higher-ups have sent instructions. We only have half an hour at most." Takagi whispered.

"I know." Mumu Thirteen's expression was not very good.

In the crowd, Pisk narrowed his eyes. The little girl with brown hair was...Shirley? She looked exactly like her when she was a child. Why didn't she dye her hair when she escaped?

Jiang Yuan was bored and asked the waiter for a bottle of mezcal. The Abedo Hotel had plenty of drinks.

[Swallow, situation. ——Gin]
[Swallow has died. Pisk has not been found yet, but someone notified the Metropolitan Police in advance. ——Mezcal]
[I'm going to check this out, substitute. ——Gin]
[Gin was originally a diuretic weapon for sailors - Mezcal]
(End of this chapter)