Conan's self-cultivation of fake wine

Chapter 113 Shaving and then picking it up

At nine o'clock in the evening, after sending the Maori couple back to the office, Lu Ren drove home.

After washing and tidying up, Lu Ren decided to draw the lottery in advance and rest early.

Having dealt with a series of things today, he is now mentally exhausted.

Lu Ren collapsed on the sand and summoned the golden disk.

I have already burned the Ming coins in the afternoon, but I will not burn them now.

Just smoke it. Anyway, it has just been shipped, so it is impossible no matter how you think about it.
Dazzling golden light filled the room.

Lu Ren? ? ?

Well, as soon as I planted the flag, I was slapped in the face by the cheat.

Should he be happy now or should he be happy?

I don’t have many things in my hand, and that’s golden skills.

Lu Ren walked to the mirror, looked at himself smiling in the mirror, and waved his hand as a sign of identification.

【Lu Ren

Abbreviation

Special Skill: Mental Awareness
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This is it.

Lu Ren made another appraisal of the word "Xinjue".

【Mind Awakening

The sixth sense is greatly improved.

ps: The world has never been so wonderful - Anonymous

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This introduction is really general.

Lu Ren raised his chin.

This is Conan's usual action when thinking. After Lu Ren followed it, he felt that his thoughts seemed a little clearer.

Probably another type of Ke Xue.

You can’t explain it, just do it and that’s it.

The substantial improvement mentioned in the introduction, how big is this magnitude?

Is it big enough for him to intuitively guess who the murderer is?

If you can really do it, then this skill is quite useful.

Super enhanced version of gross profit.

Whoever Maoli refers to is not the murderer.

Whoever he points to must be the murderer.

Or, you can rely on your sixth sense to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, just like Spider-Man's spider sense.

That's fine too.

Even if it doesn’t work, it’s not a loss.

After all, the money is drawn from daily free orders, which is almost the same as free prostitution.

The effect was barely there.

To be a man is to be content and happy.

Lu Ren put away the panel and prepared to go upstairs to sleep.

At this moment, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

This idea had no reason and was very strong at the same time.

whim
The sixth sense in the dark told Lu Ren that he needed to do something now, something very crucial.

This feeling comes in handy as soon as it is drawn, which is really fast.

Lu Ren put on his windbreaker and took his Tang Dao umbrella and left home and walked to the street.

He then donned the Edgeman two-piece.

The above is what his sixth sense told him.

This feeling is really wonderful.

At the same time, the sixth sense also told Lu Ren that he should go in this direction now.

On the underground floor of the drug company, in the organization base.

Gin was sitting in front of the computer, staring at the screen and typing out a plan.

Gin has been doing this since returning to the base.

But what to say. This kind of clerical job is not suitable for him. With his physique and temperament, he doesn't look like someone sitting in an office at all.

Gin himself felt the same way.

He would rather grab a hand than type on the keyboard.

It's just that the task to be performed next is very important and there is no room for sloppiness.

Gin was worried about leaving it to others.

He was left here alone, typing hard on the keyboard with one finger.

After a long time, Gin saved the document, turned off the computer, and stood up from the chair.

The plan is made, now go see Shirley.

Gin walked out of the office and walked down the corridor with a cold face.

The solitary room is located at the end of the corridor and is generally used to detain scientific researchers who disobey discipline.

As for other disobedient winery members, they were locked up in another place, the cement mixer.

There are many people who go into the blender, and there is garbage wherever the garbage is. Very few people enter the confinement room. Scientific researchers are generally very docile. Those who are not docile will become docile after being locked up for two to three days.

No food or drink, no light or toilet.

The scum can withstand it, but the delicate scientific researchers cannot.

According to Shirley's willpower, Gin believed that she could last until the third day, that is, without eating or drinking, and putting her body at its limit.

It's just that Gin didn't intend to delay it for so long. After all, he was the main person in charge of the most important scientific research project in the organization.

It deserves some special treatment.

Gin pressed the switch and turned on the light in the solitary room.

After seeing the scene inside clearly, his pupils shrank, he took out the Beretta and broke the iron lock of the confinement room, kicked open the iron door and walked in.

There was no one in the house, and Shirley, who was supposed to be chained, was missing.

Gin looked around and noticed something unusual.

The area around the transom was excessively clean, which was incompatible with the dirty environment.

Gin walked to the transom, bent down and twirled a few brown hair.

Shirley's hair, she escaped from here.

Gin estimated the time, turned around and walked out of the solitary room.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

Hearing the gunfire here, Vodka hurried over.

"Sherry escaped through the transom, you sent someone to chase her."

Gin stared at Vodka, "An hour. If you can't find her within an hour, contact me immediately."

"Yes!"

After ordering the vodka, Gin walked into the office of the scientific research member and gave an order to a bald member who was fishing, "Inform them to copy the information as quickly as possible."

"Yes."

An hour later, Gin hung up the phone.

"Retreat quickly."

"But sir, the data has not been copied yet!"

The bald member was so anxious that his forehead was sweating. He stared at the screen and replied loudly.

Gin resisted the urge to draw his gun.

"retreat."

"Yes."

After five minutes, all members were withdrawn from the drug company.

Gin took out his gun and blew up the gasoline barrels placed on the first floor. The fire ignited until it engulfed the entire base.

Gin drove away by himself, and his driver Vodka was still looking for Shirley.

After arriving at a safe location, Gin took out his cell phone, called the adult, and briefly explained the situation here.

Shirley fled the organization and the Tokyo branch base was destroyed.

A moment later, a harsh and noisy electronic synthesized voice came from the phone, "Find Sherry and reorganize the base."

Gin's hand holding the phone unconsciously tightened, "Sir, the current funds are only enough to kill Pisco."

"For now, let's repair the base first."

"Glen couldn't wait any longer. Pisco killed his parents."

"I'll let you know over there."

".Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Gin lit a cigarette with a sullen face.

Lu Ren took out his cell phone and found that the call was from an unknown number.

I'm busy now, could you please stop calling me at this time?

After ringing for a while, Lu Ren held up a hand and answered the phone.

"My dear child, you are doing well these days."

Noisy electronic synthesized sounds irritate the eardrums.

If this is not a prank, then this is a call from that adult, the boss of the winery.

Lu Ren reacted instantly, but before he could reply, he continued, "Here in Tokyo, there was a little accident today. My child, you need to be patient for a while longer."

The base was destroyed and the whereabouts of important scientific research members were unknown.

These are just small accidents.

You are so calm.

Lu Ren thought for a while and replied briefly: "Okay."

Too much to say.

"Ah."

The call here was cut off, and another call came in after a while.

Lu Ren looked at the caller ID and found that it was Ginjiu calling.

He was familiar with this person. Lu Ren answered the phone, "What's the matter?"

　I saw a meme online.

　　Shaving and picking up a high school girl.

　　Grow a beard and pick up a schoolgirl.