Conan's self-cultivation of fake wine

Chapter 273 Countermeasures
  After hanging up the phone, Lu Ren drove straight to the bar on the top floor of Dahei.

He drove as fast as possible while complying with traffic regulations.

Don’t run red lights, give way to pedestrians, and drive slowly when there are surveillance cameras and police.

There is no surveillance and no police, then...
  You know everything.

Fortunately, Lu Ren's driving skills were not bad, and he arrived at his destination safely in just ten minutes. He parked the car and took the elevator all the way to the top floor.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, but there were only a few people in the bar.

Lu Ren opened the appraisal and scanned around.

【Homo sapiens (fear)】

【Homo sapiens (fear)】

Among the words that expressed the state of everyone present, the word disguise was not the only one.

Lu Ren was not very familiar with the faces of the people present.

That means Belmod hasn't come yet.

He turned around and sat at the bar, ordering a martini.

As usual, the base wine is gin, and the rest is optional.

The king of cocktails was quickly pushed gently in front of him by the bartender.

Lu Ren picked up the wine glass and sipped it slowly. The spicy wine made him feel a little uncomfortable for a while.

He hasn't had a drink in too long.

From the moment he picked up Huiyuan, Lu Ren quit smoking at her suggestion. I haven't stopped drinking, but I haven't drank much either.

I only had a strong drink with my eldest brother once, and the rest was red wine and sake, which tasted very bland.

And the time I had a drink with my eldest brother was already more than a month ago.

At 8:30 p.m., other people in the bar were already leaving one after another.

Lu Ren and the bartender were the only two people left in such a large bar.

Another half hour later, at nine o'clock in the evening, the bodyguards standing outside pushed the bar door open from both sides again.

Lu Ren looked over and found that the person coming was none other than Belmode. She kept her face in front of her and didn't make any more disguises.

Only the face still wears the same glasses as the new doctor.

She walked over to Lu Ren, pulled out the chair next to him, sat down, and ordered a martini as well.

Unlike Lu Ren, Bellmode specifically asked for gin and vermouth.

After Belmod finished drinking his martini, Lu Ren just said, "You're late."

"There is no way." Belmod sighed, "The FBI has been watching me all the time. It took me a lot of effort to get rid of them."

She lowered her head and lit a seven-star stick for herself, took two puffs, and held it in her hand. Then he turned to look at Glenfiddich, his eyes were slightly closed, and he asked softly, "My dear, isn't the FBI targeting you?"

"No."

Lu Ren didn't lie about this. He didn't feel like he was being spied on either at home or in the cafe.

First, he is extremely sensitive to this aspect.

The second is the existence of mind.

"That's it. It seems that they really don't know about your existence." Belmode didn't pay much attention to it. She took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke. "Next time we meet, we should change the place. It is better not to expose this stronghold. It’s good.”

"It doesn't matter. Just blow it up if it's exposed."

Lu Ren looked calm.

But as soon as he said these words, the bartender's hand immediately trembled and he almost dropped the glass on his hand.

But even if it wasn't broken, it still made a lot of noise.

Lu Ren raised his head and stared at him, his expression unchanged, still calm.

The bartender's performance was even worse.

Belmod narrowed his eyes slightly and said directly, "Go down, Glen and I have something to discuss."

"Your will."

The bartender put his hands on his chest, faced the two of them, lowered his head and walked backwards.

From beginning to end, Lu Ren remained silent.

Belmode put out his cigarette and said with a smile, "My dear, why are you so serious."

Lu Ren continued to be silent. He now found that he was indescribably familiar with this kind of pretentiousness.

And it's becoming more and more familiar.

It was as if the instinct ingrained in his bones was gradually reviving. Maybe
  Lu Ren gradually understood that in the eyes of the winery people, he was the original owner at this time.

It's Glenfiddich.

"Before you came, there were other people here. But they left one after another. By the time you came, there was no one else here."

Glenfiddich glanced at the time on the wall and said, "Leave before nine o'clock. These people's schedule is really healthy."

Belmode, "."

Is that healthy? That's when I saw you.

"Okay, let's get down to business." Glenfiddich took out the envelope from his arms, put it on the table and pushed it gently in front of Belmod.

Belmode glanced at Glenfiddich and opened the envelope. After reading the contents of the letter, her ever-present smile disappeared and her eyes immediately turned cold.

The letter was written in white on a black background, and the paper was surrounded by gold lace.

At the beginning of the letter were the five characters "Moori Kogoro".

The content is - I admire your wisdom and invite you to have a drink at my house.

The signature is the phantom of a god-forsaken boy.

Looking at these alone, it is just an ordinary invitation letter. Let's just say it's a little fancy.

The problem is, the address at the bottom.

【Twilight Pavilion】

This is your ancestral home and the place where you lived before you faked your death.

Tell her now that a thief wants to entertain everyone at your house? ! And among the guests at the banquet, there was also Mouri Kogoro? !
  If Maoli goes, Nalan and Conan will definitely follow.

"These damn insects." Belmode resisted the urge to tear the letter into pieces and turned to look at Glenfiddich. "Do they know about this? What are you going to do?"

"There was also a check for two million in this letter. I gave the check to Maori and the letter kept it. They didn't know about it."

Hearing this, Belmod was slightly relieved, but Glenfiddich's next words made her heart lift again.

"However, the same cannot be said for others." Glenfiddich said.

"Anyone else?"

"How can the banquet only invite one person? And if it is really a banquet, why should it be held there? They are going to investigate the treasures buried in the Dusk Pavilion."

Belmod's pupils shrank and he said without changing his expression, "Forty years ago, your Excellency invited a group of scholars to search for the treasure left by your mother, but those scholars found nothing. The invitees were all relatively famous people in the world. Detective. I guess there shouldn’t be any treasure.”

Glenfiddich nodded, "Yeah. I just can't help but believe that there are treasures there. For example, the descendants of the original scholars."

"You are saying that this letter was sent by them, and they want to follow your example and summon the famous detectives of this era to find the treasure."

Belmode understood what Glenfiddich meant, but then she felt something was wrong and subconsciously frowned. "For Maori, he will be invited over by the two million. But other detectives may not value the two million."

"They went back."

Glenfiddich reached out and clicked on the signature, the phantom of the God-forsaken boy.

"God-abandoned - in the New Testament, it refers to a goat that is not blessed by God. A child abandoned by God - a kid. The English word for kid is kid, and the English word for phantom is phantom. Together they are kid the phantom thief."

"Kid the Phantom Thief." Belmod frowned even more tightly, "Did the thief get involved in this?"

She knew that Kidd was a very troublesome existence for the police. Even for them, dealing with Kidd was a very difficult matter.

"Yes. He will go. But he is not the initiator. He is just going to see who is using his name. That person is only interested in gems." Glenfiddich said.

"and you."

Glenfiddich held out two fingers and said, "The detectives summoned this time, there are two more troublesome guys. One is Kid and the other is Detective White Horse. I will handle Kid, and Detective White Horse will do it for you."

"Detective White Horse." Belmod thought for a while, "The son of the warning director who just returned from studying abroad?"

"The banquet is in two days. You can create some accidents then to prevent him from attending the banquet."

"Yes." Belmod responded, "Leave it to me, what about the others?"

"Others?" Glenfiddich smiled, "Of course, let them reunite with their relatives."

"."

"GIN is not here. I have to take over Tokyo for him. Otherwise, I will go by myself. It is difficult for you to act because the FBI is watching you. Who else can go now?"

"Tequila."

"Then let him go."

When Belmode picked up the phone, Glenfiddich thought of something again and said again, "Let him be more careful with his actions."

"Ah."

"Don't make the floor dirty, adults."

(End of this chapter)