Daily Life at Conan Undercover Distillery

At night, the wind blew through the treetops.

After a brief meeting with Akimi Miyano, Shiho Miyano returned to the quiet laboratory. She put on a white coat and gloves, and sat next to the experimental equipment, but she was a little lost.

--do not want to work.

The candy my sister gave was still in the bag.

The girl hesitated for a while, pursed her lower lip, stood up again, took off her gloves, found the bag, opened it, and pinched a hard candy.

The chocolate-flavored sugar gradually melts in the mouth, and the sweetness dissipates. Miyano Shiho squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and then set his eyes on the book again.

your name……

She took out the book and flipped the title page.

What caught my eye was a photo.

The man in the photo wears gold-rimmed glasses, has a gentle smile, a clean and fluffy white sweater, and tilts his head slightly.

He has bright eyes.

There is a line of small print at the bottom of the photo.

——The author Chi Jiangzhi, pen name Xin Haicheng.

This should be a very clean person. Miyano Shiho paused for a moment at this face, thinking so.

It's completely different from someone like her.

She flipped through the author's profile, and the second page was a poster for the calligraphy and painting by the artist.

Very delicate and beautiful.

Miyano Shiho had never read this type of book, but usually had papers and tomes. She gave a "uh" and continued to read it with a little interest.

Then, after turning it over, I couldn't stop.

Half an hour later, Miyano Shiho put down the book with a complicated mood.

She only read half of your name, but this book...

Really sticky.

——“No matter where you are in the world, I will definitely see you.”

"If we meet, we will recognize each other at a glance."

"The one who entered my body is you, and the one who entered your body is me."

......How dare you say such nauseous words.

But it's really sweet.

Miyano Shiho pursed her lips, the sugar in her mouth had already melted, and her cheeks were flushed all over her mouth, and she couldn't help but want to laugh, because the interaction between Taki and Mitsuha involuntarily gave rise to a feeling of satisfaction.

They are going to find each other.

One is in the town, the other is in Tokyo, can they find each other?

It's very late now, it's 10:28 Tokyo time. Miyano Shiho let out a breath, patted his cheek, and opened the book again.

He lowered his head and looked down again.

·

the next morning.

"Tamaru Miyo is dead."

Jiang Yizhi was still lying on the bed when he suddenly heard such a sentence on the phone. He held the phone and struggled for a minute before regaining some sanity: "Oh."

After a few seconds of pause, he asked again, "Who died?"

"...Tamaru Sanxiong." On the other end of the phone, Akai Shuichi was silent for a while and asked, "You won't wake up until you don't."

He didn't know why, but there was a trace of grief in his heart.

Early in the morning, he was informed by the people in the organization that there was a problem with the transaction last night, and he needed to wipe his ass, and his colleague could sleep until the end of the day.

Tired.

"Cough." Jiang Yixian coughed in a pretentious manner and changed the subject, "Tamaru Sanxiong... Is that the buyer we traded yesterday? Is he dead?"

"Yes."

Jiang Yizhi commented without hesitation: "That's really unfortunate."

Akai Hidey rubbed his temples with a headache.

"It's not the main problem right now," he said. "The situation is a bit complicated, and I need your assistance. Come to the training ground first, and I'll tell you when the time comes."

Jiang Yizhi said, "Okay."

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Yizhi got up slowly, he took out the [Pineapple Phone] from the system closet and turned it on.

There is an unread text message in the inbox.

The sender was Pu Siqinglan, and the content of the text message was only seven words.

——Tamaru Sanxiong has died.

The time was 4:32 in the morning last night.

Jiang Yizhi replied, "It's been hard work."

This sentence always felt a little cold and inhumane. Jiang Yizhi thought for a while, and following his habit of chatting with the system, he added an emoji after the sentence:

:-D

This sentence immediately became a lot more cute.

Jiang Yizhi clicked send.

On the other side, Pu Siqinglan, who was preparing to board the plane at the airport, disguised as a researcher of modern Russian history, suddenly vibrated twice in the mobile phone in his pocket.

——“It’s hard work :-D”.

Pu Siqinglan stared at the emoji at the end of this sentence for a while, but unconsciously recalled the faint smile on the corner of the man's mouth last night, and the eagle-like falcon that did not match his chubby appearance. s eyes.

She shuddered unconsciously.

After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief.

……it's already over.

it's already over.

She will never come to Japan again!

·

Last night, Jiang Yizhi and Pu Si Qinglan chatted for so long, it wasn't that they really had nothing to do.

A female killer, not a good person, suddenly approached someone. According to normal circumstances, she would either kill or steal money.

Jiang Yizhi could roughly guess what Pu Siqinglan was thinking. The girl's eyes were about to be attached to the buyer, Tamaru Sanxiong. There was obviously a situation~www.readwn.com~ What he didn't expect was Pu Siqing Lan was so intimidated.

Before he even said a word about his fart last night, Pu Siqinglan was already shivering and thinking about everything.

There is no sense of achievement in particular.

Pu Si Qinglan took the task and came to kill the buyer. The purpose of becoming a secretary and bodyguard is to get the moon first, so that it can be killed when the time comes.

She followed the buyer to make a deal. She thought it was nothing, but she didn't expect that the two people who came to deal with Tamaru Sanxiong were two Hanhan and Tietouwa. The two dared to take out the barrel of a dozen black-clad bodyguards, and they were not afraid. get killed.

Tietouwa Jiang Yizhi: "..."

When he returned to the factory, he changed his face, and he was still dressed in the image of black soil, not the same identity as Chijiangzhi, so he kept a calm smile on his face and motioned Pu Siqinglan to continue.

During the question and answer, Pu Si Qinglan gradually figured out the man's routine.

As long as she answered obediently, men would generally not embarrass her.

If she answered satisfactorily, the other party would even praise her without hesitation.

His tone was terribly calm.

The fire in the distant factory was mixed with hay, and it was getting more and more intense. Thick black smoke piled into the sky, was blown by the wind, and spread around. In the pain, I was slowly unable to make a sound.

The man tilted his head like this, standing not far and not close to the fire scene, while admiring the struggle of the four people, he talked to her one after another with great interest.

Until finally, he said, "Miss Puth, I have a bold request."

The man turned his eyes and looked at her with a smile: "Can you go back and kill Mr. Tamaru? Right now."