Infinite Reincarnation Naruto

"Next this is..."

"I’m Claudia Belchi, I’m Emilio’s agent, please give me your advice." Claudia speaks Japanese very well, and I can’t hear the accent of a Westerner. A letter came out from the bag, "Actually, the cause of today's thing is because Emilio received this this morning."

Kogoro Mori took out a pair of white gloves from his arms and put them on, then opened the envelope, and then held back like constipation for a long time.

"Can not Understand it……"

Everyone seemed to have expected this situation a long time ago. Naruto put on a pair of gloves and took the letter from Kogoro Moori's hands.

"This is Italian, stop the concert, otherwise Emilio will be killed, tusk tusk, it's a threat letter."

Naruto is a killer. He often goes to various countries to perform assassination missions. It is of course more convenient for him to have more foreign languages. Naruto has never heard of a killer who will bring an interpreter to do the task. Basically, the foreign language is popular in the world. Naruto will.

Putting the letter into the evidence bag, Mumu turned his head and looked at the three people in front of him, and said, "Who among you has touched this letter directly with your hands?"

"Mr. Luciano hasn't touched it, but Emilio and I have both taken the letter, so there should be fingerprints of me and Emilio on it."

"In other words, if the fingerprint of the third person is found on the letter, it should be that of the prisoner."

Naruto could only shook his head for Mumu's optimistic thoughts, and said, "Since the prisoner posted this threatening letter with newspaper clippings, I don't think he will leave fingerprints on it."

"That's what I said."

Emilio sat on a single sofa, his hands tightly grasping the armrests of the technique out of fear.

"Stop it!"

Emilio couldn't bear that kind of fear, so he let out a loud shout and said, "Just stop the concert!"

"Calm down, Emilio!"

Even if Emilio wants to suspend the concert because of fear, this kind of thing is not entirely up to him. Even if he is an artist, he is subject to many factors such as the agency, the event organizer and many other factors.

Luciano completely disagrees with Emilio's suspension of this concert. This middle-aged man who seemed a bit weak at first seems to be absolutely unable to give in in this matter.

"Don't just talk about the suspension! This time the performance in Japan has invested a lot of money, even the reconstruction of the Tokyo Stadium has been accelerated, and all the tickets have been sold. Now it is not necessary to stop the concert. Possible thing! You know this too well."

Naruto held his cheek with one hand, and had no intention of participating in their topic at all, because Naruto knew this was reality.

Artists, speaking of it, are a kind of commodity. No matter what kind of commodity it is, the quality must be guaranteed, and the after-sales service must be guaranteed. The performance of the artist is their commercial value. Where can it be discontinued at will?

The ideal is full, but the reality is very skinny.

Ideally, you can wear gold and silver, but in reality you can only eat chaff and drink thinly. This is the so-called reality!

Naruto felt helplessly feeling life in his heart, and on the other side, Feng Fujiko had removed the nasty bomb collar on his neck.

"Really, you guys really irritated me, I, Fujiko, must pay the price!"

As a world-class female liar, she was actually fucked up by a man again. This incident really hurt Feng Fujiko’s self-esteem. It made this woman have a strong desire for revenge, and her whole body was also terrible. breath.

Among the five of them, although Feng Fujiko has the lowest strength, her danger is second only to Uzumaki Naruto!

Chapter 362-The so-called threat is to overwhelm others, Goemon's new mobile phone!

The appearance of Goemon-sensei holding a cell phone is really full of dissonance...

Mimefujiko is about to make the mountain whistle and tsunami. The other side is at the Sakura Hotel, and there are no clues currently investigated. Naruto and others cannot stay here all the time, so for the time being, we will send a few police officers to guard here. All right.

But I can only say that the Sakura Hotel is a very suitable place for running, the last time the performance was the runaway princess, and this time the runaway idol was staged.

Because he couldn't bear the pressure of being killed, the Emilio dressed up and ran away, and then met Xiaolan and Yuanzi outside. As for the rest of the matter, let's talk about it.

Separated from Uncle Meguro for the time being, Naruto went to the bar of Sakura Hotel to have fun.

"Please give me a glass of rum."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The professional waiter turned to get the wine Naruto needed, and Naruto just sat down next to a man who was smoking.

Dimensional Daisuke is a sharpshooter. He has sharp eyes and no need to repeat it. Looking through the brim of his hat, he can see that Naruto’s face is a little depressed, and he can’t help but laugh, and said: “Why do you look like this? Did Lupin fail over there?"

"It was a success, but..." Naruto took a sip from the wine glass that the waiter had handed over, and said, "But Fujiko was put together by the man named Aron Smith, so she's getting angry now."

"Huh?" Dimension Daisuke showed a weird smile on his face, "Then that Aron Smith is miserable, and the woman of Fujiko is a perfect person who will report it!"

"That's right, but you and I are similar guys, the ending of Aron Smith is already doomed, isn't it?"

"Yes."

Ding!

Naruto and Dimension's wine glasses touched a little, and they seemed to be chatting casually, but what they said was something that could change the world.

"Aron Smith?"

Suddenly a child’s voice intervened in the conversation between the two, and sat on the other side of the dimension, saying, “Is he the target of your action?”

Naruto and Dimension weren't surprised. With Conan's concealment skills, how could they hide the perception of these two people, they had already discovered that some of the things they said were deliberately told to see.

"Yes, it's him."

Naruto shook the glass in his hand, and the amber rum had the pungent taste that Naruto loved.

"If our great detective's sense of justice breaks out, we can check it out. Anyway, I think about it and know that the name Aron Smith is completely a pseudonym. Even if we check it, we can't find any clues."

Naruto will not not reveal any clues to Conan at all, because that would completely exclude him, which would be no fun, but it will not tell him some really useful clues, because that is cultivating his own enemy, Naruto. It will only give him some plausibility, which seems very important, but in the end it is only a clue to the endless mystery, such as the pseudonym Aron Smith.

The waiter was quite qualified. Although there were only three of them in the bar at this time, he could hear a little bit of their conversation, but he still watched his nose and heart, as if nothing happened, but smiled. Looking at Conan.

"Children, this is not the place for children to come."

"I'm here to find my dad."

Conan directly pulled the dimension out as his shield, and then the face of the dimension could clearly be seen convulsing.

"So that's it, kid, do you want juice?"

"Give him a cup of iced coffee."

"Okay, I know."

The waiter walked away again. Naruto and Dimension continued to drink while Conan watched them. After all, Dimension put down the glass first. Under Naruto’s pressure, he had to deal with him first. Conan speaks.

"But it's a shame that you can find here."

"It's nothing. After all, this hotel is the only place where you can smoke and drink." Conan showed off his reasoning ability, then his face became serious again, and said: "What is your purpose here?!"