Daily Life at Conan Undercover Distillery

the other side.

In the ski resort, Dongjing and Sanzheng chatted with the employees with a smile. One employee told jokes, and the other held a joke. He was in charge of laughing.

I am really a kind-hearted leader who is close to the people.

Higashii Kazuo sighed.

At this time, Shimizu Bamboo also came over, and he quietly said to Dongjing Kazuo, "President."

Dongjing and Sanyanzi didn't even lift their heads: "What's the matter?"

"Uh, it's Mr. Chijiang..."

When Dongjing and San heard the news that it was Jiang Yizhi, they raised their heads slightly.

Qingshuizhu also said hesitantly, "Mr. Chijiang has a friend who is hospitalized. He is going to take care of the patient urgently. Let me say hello to you. He will leave first."

"Oh, that's very urgent, let him go." Dongjing and San nodded generously, and after speaking, he couldn't help but mutter, "You bastard, run away without saying a word to me."

"Besides, there is one more thing..."

Shimizu Bamboo also sighed: "It's Mr. Keilun, you know, he..."

He sighed indescribably, but for a moment he didn't know how to speak.

Anyway, it's amazing.

He didn't listen to the process of Chie Ori and Kudo Shinichi solving the case, which was later relayed to him by a boy named Hattori Heiji.

Mr. Akie Ori deduced that the murderer of the murder case four years ago was Minwa Sobyo.

And according to the situation of the scene simulation, the criminal method he deduced is completely feasible.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, at least there is such a possibility. An unsolved case suddenly had a guess, and according to the belated police interrogation, the crew members confirmed that it was Mr. Minwa, who had been pretending to be Jiro Minami, who was skiing for fans.

And Mizuhiro Jiro has indeed put forward the idea of ​​changing careers to become an actor. In the future, if the Keiwa Prize Soldier cannot find a suitable substitute, he may have to skate on his own...

The key is that he doesn't skate well either!

So there is a motive for the crime.

Anyway, Shimizu Bamboo also listened to it and thinks what he said is quite reasonable.

So his mood is more complicated.

Dongjing and San turned out to be a senior in the film and television industry, and he naturally knew the popular fried chicken Keilun Prizebing. But to say how many friendships there are, it is definitely impossible to talk about.

But I still have to tell the boss about this.

Dongjing and San finally figured out what happened with Shimizu Takeya's inverting narration.

With his mouth upturned, he said with schadenfreude, "It's alright, Brother Keilun is planted this time..."

"The police are taking Kei Lun back to investigate now, right?" Dongjing and San asked.

"That's right. I still have to ask again, even if there is no evidence at the moment." Qingshuizhu also nodded, "It was the police who asked Mr. Chijiang to make up the transcript another day, and he knocked Mr. Keilun unconscious... Then Mr. Keilun's manager To sue Mr. Chijiang and the junior high school student who solved the case for slander will damage Mr. Keiwa's reputation."

This is what Shimizu Bamboo is also more worried about.

"Don't worry about him." Dongjing and San shook their heads with a half-smile, "Trust me, tomorrow's entertainment newspapers will be full of news of popular young students looking for substitutes to ski instead of themselves, suspected murderers, and the collapse of the character."

"There are no impervious walls in this world."

"His agent will be busy soon, and he can't take care of Xiaozhi."

Shimizu Bamboo was also slightly startled: "Don't you have a good relationship with Mr. Keiwa?"

Why is Mr. Minwa like this now, so... happy?

Dongjing Kazuo: "...cough."

He coughed awkwardly and looked at the sky with a bit of melancholy: "You don't understand. Maybe this is the world of adults."

Shisui Bamboo: "?"

"By the way, there is one more thing." Dongjing and San patted their foreheads, "Contact the printing house and print "Your Name" as soon as possible."

"In a month at most, we want to get "Your Name" published."

Dongjing and San showed a slow smile: "Recently I heard that the new animation film of Teacher Shui Sui is about to start production, but the selection of materials has not yet been completed."

"What do you think about adapting "Your Name" into an anime movie?"

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"It's ten past eight. The target person is about to appear."

In an empty room, a sniper rifle was set up. The whole room had been emptied, and the lights were not turned on. In the lively lights of Shinjuku at night, this room was eerily quiet.

Akai Hidey glanced at Jiang Yizhi, who was drowsy: "You have been dozing off for forty minutes, don't you wake up?"

"..." Jiang Yizhi struggled for a few seconds in the dream and reality. In the dream, he was holding a gun and fighting with a group of people, but this group of people was amazing. It seemed that no matter how much he killed, he couldn't finish it. The gun died, and after a while, he received the resurrection armor on the spot, just like a whack-a-mole. He was shot in the right hand, and was forced to find shelter in the desert, and the scene changed to a lake.

He was running in the desert, didn't brake his car, and almost fell into the lake.

Fortunately, the blood from his right hand did not pollute the lake.

Jiang Yizhi opened his eyes while thinking about this. Before the murderous aura dissipated, he met an inquiring face~www.readwn.com~ That face was hidden in the darkness, only the window of the room was a little light source. Reflected on his face, it looked particularly... terrifying.

Especially the current Akai Shuichi, who still has long hair.

Like a ghost.

A **** male ghost who kills online.

Jiang Yizhi paused for a while, rubbed his temples, yawned, and explained, "Sorry, I only slept for nine hours yesterday, so I was a little sleepy."

——The moment you just woke up, it didn’t seem like you just woke up.

And in this environment, can you really fall asleep?

Akai Shuichi didn't say anything, just showed an indescribable expression: "... nine hours less?"

Jiang Yizhi said casually: "According to the report of the Shargill Institute of Science in the United States, people should ensure an average of 24 hours of sleep every day."

"..."

At this moment, Jiang Yizhi's cell phone lit up.

Akai Shuichi was standing next to Jiang Yizhi, keeping just a punch away from him. He subconsciously glanced at Jiang Yizhi's phone screen.

A text message.

He silently retracted his gaze.

"Look at it if you want, don't play tricks like that." Jiang Yizhi didn't look up, "Men, be more aggressive."

Akai Shuichi: "..."

It was a message from Shimizu Takeya.

"Mr. Chijiang," said the text message, "your novel "Your Name" has already started printing."

"The person in charge of the printing factory: **** Address: xxxxxx, Mihua District, Tokyo, Japan Tel: xxx"

Akai Shuichi sharply grasped the point.

--"your name".

Obviously, this is the title of the book.

He silently took the name in his heart.