Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

"Conan's Toast, Don't Eat Fine Wine (

Tokyo Narita International Airport carries the largest passenger throughput in Japan, and it is still bustling even on normal working days.

Most of the passengers on the international departure level are well-dressed, and Xinfan's figure is slightly abrupt in it.

He was wearing loose casual clothes to cover his fat figure, his hair was messy, as if he hadn't been cleaned and combed for many days, and the beard around his mouth was not shaved. If the clothes are not neat, it is not surprising to say that he is a tramp on the side of the road.

The staff who helped him check-in maintained a good attitude, and the smile on his mouth never stopped. However, even so, the staff confirmed his identity again and again.

"Mr. Hamamoto, your seat is at the end of the plane, please go straight along the aisle." The stewardess smiled and made a please gesture.

As we all know, the position behind the aircraft engine is bumpy and roaring, and the price will be slightly cheaper.

Of course Xinfan wanted to have a comfortable journey, but he had to do so in order to catch the recent flight to Rome.

As for whether the real Mr. Hamamoto can afford... he may still have a headache now, what should he do about tomorrow's lunch.

Mr. Hamamoto, who failed to start his own business, was so pitiful.

At this time, Shinhan, who pretended to be Hamamoto, flew to Italy for nothing else, just to see Rum.

Xinfan didn't know the exact location of the gentleman, but he was one of the few people who knew the exact location of Rum.

Security check, immigration, etc. went smoothly. Even if he held someone else’s passport and held someone’s face, he still went from Tokyo to Rome, the capital of Italy.

After a long journey of more than ten hours, Xinfan received a lot of news just after getting off the plane.

Kazami Yu also sent the information and logs recently submitted by Bourbon in accordance with his instructions.

It's just that there is nothing Xinfan wants to see in it.

He calmly turned off the phone, and was not disappointed or distressed by it.

Belmode's words and reactions cannot be trusted, that woman is an internationally renowned actor. What Xinfan saw might just be what she wanted him to see.

Perhaps the gentleman only told Belmode about the disappearance of the gin from the beginning to the end, or perhaps even the disappearance of the gin was fabricated.

However, not long after getting off the plane, Xinfan's cell phone rang.

He glanced at the screen, the number on it belonged to Bourbon.

There was a hunch in Xinfan's heart, as if he was under the spotlight on the stage, being stared firmly by countless pairs of eyes.

"Mezcal, turn left after going out, I'll be waiting for you on the side of the road." On the phone, Bourbon read the code name of Xinfan directly, as if he was very sure that the person who answered the call must be Mezcal.

Xinfan curled his lips: "Which way to go out? On which side of the road are you waiting for me?"

Outdoors, separated by a wall from Xinfan, Bourbon felt his temples twitching suddenly: "I don't want to play this kind of boring game with you. If it weren't for Rum to let me over, I would rather see you on public transportation. "

"I see."

A touch of deep meaning passed through Xinfan's bright eyes.

He didn't tell anyone about his coming to Italy, and even Silas, who knew he was going out, didn't know the specific destination. But Rum asked Bourbon to come and pick him up.

Apparently Rum had guessed his psychology, knowing that Mezcal would definitely catch the nearest flight to Italy to meet him.

This feeling of being seen through... is really annoying!

After walking along the flow of people out of the airport, it didn't take long for Xinfan to see the man in front of him leaning on the door of the car. The combination of blonde and black skin is still eye-catching even in Italy, where there are many western faces.

Bourbon's gaze has been swept through the crowd one after another, and it has also fallen on Xinfan's body, but it passed quickly.

Until Xinfan raised his head, his cold and indifferent eyes slammed into Bourbon's eyes.

The corners of Bourbon's mouth visibly stiffened for a moment, but then it raised a pleasant arc.

"Hahaha!" Bourbon covered his belly with one hand and held the door with the other, laughing upside down, "What kind of look is this? I thought you care about image."

Xin Fan frowned slightly, opened the car door without saying a word and sat in.

Bourbon's laughter still showed no sign of stopping, and he mocked Mezcal's disguise unceremoniously, his voice hearty and crisp. It seems that even the sky covered by dark clouds is gradually clearing because of this laughter.

Xinfan raised his hand and stroked his forehead, and asked in a very helpless tone: "Have you laughed enough?"

"Sorry, sorry!" Bourbon finally stopped his smile.

Xin Fan ignored him, and turned his gaze to the scenery outside the window.

Rome is a very old city, as can be seen from the surrounding buildings.

At this time, the sky was clear, and the sun shone from the short clouds, illuminating the European classical-style buildings below.

"Today's weather is really good." Xinfan said with heartfelt emotion.

However, the corners of Bourbon’s mouth suddenly evoked an arc of scorn: "But the place we are going is dirty and damp underground, just like those rats who like to steal food~www.readwn.com~Xinfan’s A picture of the sewer in the center of the city appeared in his mind, which made him suddenly lose interest.

While removing the disguise on his face, he mocked: "Rum called you back from the United States to disappoint?"

"Maybe it's doing something for you."

"No, there are many partners I can find in Japan."

"You mean Belmode?" Bourbon raised an eyebrow. "That woman probably hasn't been able to help you lately."

Xin Fan paused, his gaze fell on the back of Bourbon's head in front of him, and his tone was calm: "You really knew it."

"If you are referring to the disappearance of gin. I thought that gentleman sent a group of emails."

"..."

So he didn't receive it?

What kind of miserable situation is this? ?

However, Bourbon knew about this, but it was not recorded in the report he submitted to the police. There was a faint guess in Xinfan's heart.

A few minutes later, the car drove into a disused industrial park.

Xinfan paid special attention to it, and found that there were many rut marks on every road, and it was impossible to judge the specific location of the base through this.

He couldn't help thinking about the scenes of a few people in black who were arrogant outside, driving jeeps and small motorcycles around the industrial park.

In the end, Bourbon parked his car in front of a factory on the west side of the park.

"We have arrived."

Xin Fan opened the door and got out of the car. The leather soles stepped on the rough ground, making a noisy noise.

It seems that it has been abandoned for a long time, and all the things left over are covered with a thick layer of dust. Many metal products have been attacked by wind and rain and have corroded and ulcerated.

However, the most central hall is exceptionally tidy, and it seems that someone often cleans it.