Conan's self-cultivation of fake wine

Chapter 366 The man has passed away

Thanks to the good technical effects of the marginal glasses, Kudo and his son did not trouble Lu Ren, and they could not remember it at all.

Unnoticed by the Maori mother and daughter, Yukiko began to examine herself as to how she could say what was in her heart so easily. sad.

Conan was equally sad. He already felt that he was in a bit of a difficult situation recently. Ever since Lu Ren said those words last time, Xiaolan's attitude has been wrong.

Ok? !

Wait, Lu Ren?
  Conan was alert for a moment. He seemed to have heard Lu Ren talking before?

What are you talking about? Did Lu Ren speak before?
  never mind. Still thinking about what to do next...

After a while, Yukiko regained her energy and remembered the business of the trip. She proposed to meet Mikio Fujieda and ask him face-to-face for more details about the threat to see if she could find any other useful clues. Otherwise, she would just rely on the fingerprint-covered bullet casings and small items in the document bag. Note, it's impossible to solve the case.

The old housekeeper replied that he could not do so. He said that Mikio Fujieda was staying alone in his room, listening to music and reading a book, and if he wanted to see him, it would be an hour or two at the earliest.

The fox face confirmed that what the old butler said was true. This was Mikio Fujieda's habit all along, and added, "If anyone disturbs his reading, Mikio will be very angry."

You can still be so leisurely when your life is almost gone.

From this point of view, Fujieda is indeed a person who does great things.

Then, Fujieda Shigeru invited several people to go to the monitoring room. From there one could see almost the entire estate, both inside and out.

On the largest screen in the center of the surveillance camera, the Fuji family's son-in-law was leaning on the leather sofa, drinking coffee and reading a book. On the small screen to his right, the gardener was still taking care of the flowers in the yard.

He was built from fertile soil and was sixty-one years old, three years older than Mikio Fujieda. He has been a gardener in the Fujieda family for more than thirty years. At this time, he was using a flashlight and squatting down to tidy up the yard.

The world is only separated by a wall.

But in the eyes of the uninformed Yukiko, this scene turned into a suspicious man rummaging around in the courtyard.

She immediately became nervous and pointed at the screen.

The rest of the people looked relaxed. Fujieda Shige explained: "He is the gardener here. Tomorrow is my late sister's birthday. I think he must want to tidy up for a while."

After saying that, Fujieda Shigeru said goodbye and left, went back to his room to write a novel, and left the affairs here to the old housekeeper.

Then comes the long and boring waiting time.

The picture on the surveillance camera was nothing interesting. Mikio Fujieda was reading a book motionlessly. He is not a beauty who can make people look at him for a day without getting tired of him.

He might as well go to the zoo to see monkeys. At least the monkeys can still show off their red butts from time to time.

Just like that, Mao Lilan took the initiative to start the conversation. She felt sorry for the competition twenty years ago, but the competition was suspended before the results were about to come out.

However, the two parties had completely different opinions.

Fei Yingli smiled: "The results are out. We both just got 10,000 votes, so we are tied."

"But this is very strange." Yukiko frowned, "In order to determine the winner, I prepared 20,01 votes. But I couldn't find the last vote."

"If that vote is found, Yukiko will definitely win."

"How is it possible? You know I am your loser."

Conan's mother-in-law and mother started a business feud with each other. They both laughed and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

"Perhaps the person who voted abstained from voting because he felt he had no choice."

If some people recommend it alone, then naturally there will be people who love it fraternally. Is it possible that people 20 years ago were so simple and didn't have the idea of ​​"I want it all"?
  "It's possible. Hmm? Are you still there? Are you, sir?"

Until now, no one has introduced Lu Ren to Yukiko. They all forgot about it.

Lu Ren touched his pocket and found that he had forgotten to bring his business card as expected, "My name is Lu Ren, and I am a reporter." "A pen of God?!" Yukiko's attitude became a little more enthusiastic, and then she praised him. . After admiring the famous name for a long time, her husband thought Lu Ren's writing was very good, and even entrusted a friend to help bring the Dongbao newspaper. He also said it was a pity that Lu Ren only wrote news reports. He should shine in the field of authorship.

The top authors in the world of Ke Xue are his readers. This feeling is quite strange.

Lu Ren smiled and said that he would consider writing a novel, but he was completely unmoved in his heart. Of course the former pen of God can do it. With the master's peak writing skills, he can write anything without any problem.

Not now, Lu Ren is only a junior master. Once you reach the master level, your writing skills really can’t be improved. It's okay to write news reports, don't think about anything else.

Lu Ren thought that he had tried his best, but his best efforts were just average for a true genius.

There is nothing to be frustrated about. He has long been used to it. Work hard step by step and live step by step. However, after obtaining the system, his life has greater possibilities.

enough.

Mao Lilan waited for Yukiko and Lu Ren to finish talking before she continued, "Is there a golden seal on the voting paper?"

Yukiko turned her head and said, "Yes, there is the Teidan school emblem on it."

"If it was that piece of paper, it was in my father's uniform pocket. When I was sorting out the wardrobe two days ago, it happened to fall out. I didn't expect it to be the voting paper from that year."

As soon as these words came out, the harmonious and friendly atmosphere disappeared instantly. Both of their expressions became extremely serious and urgent. They desperately wanted to know whose name was written on that piece of paper.

"Ah..., that piece of paper has been washed, and the writing on it is gone."

Fei Yingli: "Is it true? You have to tell the truth."

Yukiko: "Don't worry about your mother's feelings, just say it boldly."

oh! This damn desire to win.

oh! This plastic sisterhood.

The two of them were fighting openly and secretly, and when they were laughing and hiding their swords, an accident suddenly happened.

The old butler pointed at the screen and shouted, "Master, raise your hands!"

When everyone heard the sound and looked over, they found Mikio Fujieda falling to the ground.

Several people quickly assigned tasks. The old housekeeper was responsible for going to his own bedroom to get the key to open the door, Fox Face called the police and called an ambulance, and the rest went to the scene to check the situation.

The monitoring room is quite a distance away from Mikio's room. Even if you use a running machine, you still have to run for a while.

The noise of several people banging in the corridor startled Fujieda Shigeru who was writing in the bedroom. He immediately chased after him and asked what happened.

After walking to the door of the room, the vines were knocking on the door, shouting while knocking, but there was no response from inside the house.

Then, several people outside the door heard two short gunshots. The situation was completely bad, and the old housekeeper never sent the key.

The reason is also very simple. It is not that the old housekeeper has inconvenience, but that he is not in his bedroom at this time.

The sixty-nine-year-old man threw the gun into the garden and stuffed the still-warm silencer into his sock. He was about to go back through the side door. As the butler of the Fujieda family, it was easy for him to avoid surveillance.

When he walked to the side door, the old housekeeper looked back at the pavilion in the courtyard.

There sat a quiet and intellectual beauty, just as she had been for forty years.

Lu Ren followed and looked over, but there was nothing there.

ps: The World Cup is here these days. The author once again witnesses what gambling on dogs is. Someone sold the house to beat Argentina to win. Everyone knows the result. Argentina lost.

(End of this chapter)