Conan's self-cultivation of fake wine

Chapter 295 Thursday (Friday)

In autumn and winter, the days are short and the nights are long.

Lu Ren received the call and when he arrived at the newspaper office, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

It was already completely dark, there were very few people walking on the street, and many shops were closed.

However, Dongbao is still brightly lit. When he walked to the door, Lu Ren could vaguely hear the yelling and cursing coming from inside.

He entered the newspaper office and saw that the employees inside were like clockwork machines, spinning continuously without stopping for a moment.

A slightly familiar fat bald man was pacing back and forth, scolding every employee who seemed lazy.

Lu Ren stood not far away, and the scene in front of him made him regain some feelings from his previous life.

In a different world, social animals still exist.

It's just that his previous life was better. At least he was relatively quiet when working overtime, not like he is now.

not too good.

Lu Ren walked over, stood behind the bald middle-aged man, reached out and patted his shoulder.

"Who!" The fat man turned his head suddenly, but after seeing clearly who it was, his angry voice suddenly stopped, as if someone had strangled his neck. Then a smile bloomed, and his fat old face was like dried chrysanthemums soaked in hair. He bowed his head and said flatteringly, "Editor Lu Ren, you are here."

"Be quiet, you're too noisy."

"Yes, that's what you taught."

Lu Ren said nothing and walked up the steps to the president's office on the second floor. Lu Ren opened the door and walked straight in.

"sit."

Sato Qing put down the materials at hand and looked up at Lu Ren with piercing eyes. "You know more about this matter than me. Ren, write it up as a report and see it in the newspaper tomorrow morning."

...Sure enough, this is what happened.

Sato Kiyoshi didn't say clearly what he was called to do on the phone. But on the way here, Lu Ren had basically guessed what was going to happen next.

——Write stories about the police and accuse them to death, so as to boost newspaper sales.

I just knew that Lu Ren didn't want to take on this job. It will take him a long time to solve the case in the future, and he will have to deal with the police all the time.

In the past few months, Lu Ren had finally managed to improve his favorability with the police through his own efforts.

It takes a report to improve the goodwill. That's too much of a loss.

But it wasn't a big problem. Lu Ren had thought of a countermeasure on the way here.

He leaned on the sofa and wrote lightly: "The black manuscript must be written. If we don't write it, Fujiyama and Asahi will also write it."

"Yes." Sato Qing nodded.

"But you can't let me write this manuscript. Old man, you think you should leave it to Bei Dao to write, or let Atsushi Sen to write it." Lu Ren changed the topic and refused the task of writing a black manuscript.

Sato Kiyoshi frowned, "Reason."

"The death of the two police officers was just the beginning. When the police discussed the case, I was right next to them. There is a bigger and more exciting story hidden behind it."

Lu Ren smiled, "If I start writing the manuscript now, I will be kicked out early and I will not be able to learn the inside information as soon as possible. The gain outweighs the loss."

Sato Qing stared at Lu Ren with eyes like a hawk. Lu Ren responded with a smile, without any hint of guilt in his eyes.

Because he told the truth.

Fourteen people were involved in serial attacks and murders. Isn’t this something explosive?
  Two or three minutes later, Sato Kiyoshi stood up from the office chair, walked to Lu Ren, stretched out his hand with a dead branch, patted Lu Ren on the shoulder, and laughed and said, "Then I'll leave everything to you!"

"no problem."

……

After leaving the president's office, Lu Ren turned around and went to Bei Dao's office.

I haven't been to the newspaper office recently, so naturally I haven't interacted with Bei Dao.

Long time no see, I miss you very much.

There are not many people in this world that he cares about, Bei Dao is one of them.

Unfortunately, they are both too busy.

One is busy making a living, the other is busy living.

After walking a few steps, Lu Ren stood at the door of the office, raising his hand and knocking lightly on the door.

After a while, a familiar and cold female voice came from the door.

"Please come in."

Lu Ren pushed open the door and entered.

At this time, Bei Dao was writing something at his desk.

Even if someone came in, she didn't even raise her head, she just said softly, "Sit down first and wait until I finish writing the manuscript in my hand. I'll talk about it later if I have anything else to do."

Lu Ren didn't say anything, closed the door gently with his backhand, then sat on the sofa against the wall, looking at Bei Dao with his eyes.

I haven’t seen him for a long time. Bei Dao has become a little fatter. His face has become a lot rounder, and he seems to be eating well.

It's just that he still doesn't look good.

The dark circles under both eyes are clearly visible.

Even though his face has become rounder, he still gives people a sense of weakness.

What a...effort.

...Bei Dao didn't let Lu Ren wait long.

After about a cup of tea, she put down her pen, then tucked the long hair hanging in front of her face behind her ears. After roughly adjusting her makeup, Bei Dao just raised her head.

"You have...Brother Ren?!"

"Yes." Lu Ren smiled and nodded, "The president wants to see me for something. After we talk, I'll stop by to see you."

"That's it. Brother Ren, why didn't you tell me earlier? I made you wait for so long." Bei Dao stood up from the chair with an apologetic face and raised his hand to open the cabinet in the corner behind him, "Would you like tea or coffee?"

"Don't bother." Lu Ren stopped Bei Dao from doing this. "I still have something to do and I won't be here for long. Let's just sit and chat for a while."

"Yes." Bei Dao turned around, looked around, reached out and pushed his chair from behind the desk to the front, pushing it to a position a little more than one meter opposite Lu Ren.

Her office is not small, and there are two of them placed symmetrically against the wall, one on each side.

But precisely because the office is not small, the two sofas are far apart.

It would not be good to sit there and chat with Lu Ren.

He simply moved the chair over.

...After Bei Dao adjusted his sitting posture, Lu Ren asked softly: "Is work going well recently?"

"Yeah. It went well."

"That……"

Lu Ren didn't chat much with Bei Dao. He actually has a lot of topics to talk about. The cases he has handled during this period are enough to talk about for a long time.

It's just not appropriate.

It seemed to Bei Dao that she still had some unfinished work, so Lu Ren couldn't keep wasting her time.

After saying a few words, Lu Ren stood up and left.

Bei Dao escorted him all the way out of the newspaper office, causing the newspaper employees to pay attention and salute, and then lowered their heads amidst the bald fat man's whispers.

... After waving goodbye to Bei Dao, after walking a few steps, Lu Ren's phone rang in his pocket.

He took out his cell phone, walked a few steps quickly and came under the streetlight, and used the light to see who was calling.

"Officer Megure, what's wrong?"

"Brother Lu Ren, something happened." Although the voice on the other end of the phone was low, he could not hide his anxiety. Before Lu Ren could ask, Mu Mu spoke very fast, "I just received the news that the Dongyang Gunpowder Factory was stolen. .”

"what?!"

"Yes. We suspect it may be related to this recent case. That gunpowder is enough to make a lot of plastic bombs."

Lu Ren didn't answer immediately, and he began to recall the plot.

In my impression, this theatrical version seemed to explode.

Floating restaurant?

what is this else?
  Anyway, they almost wiped out all the remaining digital people. Just know this.

Lu Ren replied: "Nine times out of ten it was stolen by the murderer. Did the surveillance camera capture it?"

"No. The surveillance there was destroyed in advance. We will continue to pursue this line. The main thing is, brother Lu Ren, why don't you change your place to live in these two days. I'm worried that the murderer will plant a bomb in your home."

"Well, I'll pay attention."

Lu Ren replied, not taking it to heart at all.

There is a Dabai in his family.

It would be great if the murderer really dared to come. Give Dabai a KPI for nothing.

"That's good." Megure continued, "There is also a fire at Yasuda's house. If it hadn't been for the plane crash this morning, we would probably have thought that this was the number ten."

Lu Ren said casually, "It's probably just an ordinary fire."

　Got a new idea today.

　　Still from Conan.

　　The small number will be sent in two days.

　　If the editor likes it, write it.

　　If you can't sign it, cut it.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)