Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 344
Although everything seems to be a coincidence.

I happened to enter the hotel at an inappropriate time, and happened to meet Wright Wright who was going down the stairs.

And it just so happened that one of Wright's business partners was playing guitar in the lobby.

The above are all normal coincidences, but immediately after the incident, a man with a shotgun rushed in from the door and shot Bourbon without any explanation, and it was not a coincidence that there were bombs planted in the hotel.

Moreover, Wright Wright's demeanor at that time was also very suspicious, as if he didn't intend to go out, but his trading partner insisted on coming out.

So all the coincidences happened.

This cannot be called a coincidence, but a carefully crafted attack that appears to be coincidental.

Although this cannot be used to explain that the person who provided the information sold them, but Wei Young likes to be comprehensive in this kind of matter.

She is unwilling to let go of any possibility that is not good for her.

At the end of the phone call, Wei Young asked; "'Ellos_son_la_policia_japonesa', which language is this?"

Translating konjac has limitations, it can make Wei Young understand the language spoken by others, but it cannot translate the words remembered in her mind.

It is also impossible to let her know which language is being translated.

"It seems to be Spanish?" Rum was not sure.

Being able to hear the general language is already quite remarkable, especially when Wei Young's own pronunciation is not up to standard.

"Spain? Hmm." Wei Young memorized it silently, but it was probably useless information.

The proportion of Hispanics in the United States is high, and Spanish is arguably the second most spoken language in the United States.

However, the main users of this language are not Spanish, but legal or illegal immigrants from Central America.

It is difficult to distinguish the attacker's identity through language, but the most important clue is indeed the intelligence officer.

Or... Wei Young remembered the member of the violent gang that she killed before, it seemed to be a crooked nut, and he was probably with this gang.

You can tell Bourbon that he will definitely ask his colleagues in the police department to see if there is any clue.

After telling Lang the address, Lang immediately replied that the ambulance would arrive soon, and then hung up the phone hastily.

After snapping the microphone back to the landline, Wei Young erased the record of this call.

In less than an hour, the ambulance stopped at the door of the house.

The ambulance didn't look normal, and it didn't sound its horn when it was dispatched.

"Is it Ms. Ma Yin?" The medical staff asked immediately after opening the door.

Calling out the code name directly is a way to prove one's identity.

There are not a few people whose heads were blown off by core members who were seriously injured and vigilant because they were suspected.

"Uh, you are looking for." The hostess didn't know how to answer.

"It's for me." Wei Young dragged An Shitou out of the room and handed it to the medical staff.

"Aren't you leaving together?" The attitude of the medical staff was very respectful, even a little fearful.

Among the core members of the entire organization, there may only be a handful of people who are qualified to contact Rum and let him speak on his behalf.

"No." Wei Young succinctly refused.

She still needs to deal with some things before leaving, monitoring the movement around the hotel.

Perhaps accomplices of the attackers would go over there to clean up the scene, looking for signs.

This time is about two days, before the police send people to deal with the hotel scene. In this era and in this neighborhood, the efficiency of the American police is almost like this.

……

Creaking, creaking, the dilapidated old stairs make disturbing sounds, making people worry that the soles of their feet will collapse.

"Breakfast is ready, miss, don't you want to eat?" The hostess held the handrail of the stairs outside the attic, and vigorously expressed her distrust of going down the stairs with five fingers.

"Breakfast? Thank you, I thought I would be hungry." Wei Young leaned against the window with a telescope in one hand and didn't look back.

She was able to keep an eye on the destroyed hotel from here, thanks to the absence of obtrusive buildings nearby.

It is very good, but in fact, if the telescope is adjusted to the highest multiple, it is only possible to see whether there are small black spots near the hotel.

But it is enough, ordinary civilians are well versed in the way of self-protection, and will not approach there for no reason.

Of course, the boys from the two gangsters yesterday must not be regarded as ordinary civilians.

"Well, so you're going downstairs now?" The hostess noticed that Wei Young didn't seem to want to leave the window.

She was reminding, because she noticed that there was no sign of someone lying on the bed, which meant that the girl in front of her hadn't slept all night.

She suspected that Wei Young might have taken some drugs, and now she is not sober, and she can't even judge what she is doing or saying.

"Don't worry, what I mean is" Wei Young pointed to the cabinet next to the bed, "Please put my breakfast there, I'm not used to eating in front of strangers."

"Oh, okay." The hostess turned around and was about to go downstairs.

"Wait." Wei Young coughed softly, then pointed to the cross hanging on the wall above the bed, "Are you... a Christian?"

"Yes, we are all." The hostess drew a cross on her chest.

She didn't think there was any malice in Wei Young's tone, so she told the truth with confidence.

"Very good." Wei Young flipped her wrist, and the telescope disappeared, "Pray for me, because I have to go out."

"What?" The hostess froze for a moment.

"Pray that I will go to hell." Wei Young jumped out of the window and onto the eaves of the first floor.

She raised her hand to block the light, then quickly jumped off the eaves, ran along the alley towards the hotel, and disappeared quickly.

She found two or three black spots near the hotel, and she seemed to be looking for something there.

……

"It is estimated that they all collapsed under the ruins, and the dead can't die anymore."

"Where's Andreas? I don't believe he will die here. The target is just a man and a woman. He can tear them to pieces with his bare hands!"

"The problem is," a muscular burly man screamed and moved away a broken beam, "it seems to be him who was torn to pieces."

He reached under the rubble and pulled out a tattooed forearm.

"That's impossible. What about the man and woman? Are they down there?"

"I didn't see it." The muscular man shook his head. "It's probably dead. If you want to find the body, you have to move all this pile of things. One more prerequisite is that they have not been crushed into meat."

"Then report it like this." The tall and thin man who spoke first rubbed his shoulders, "It's just after the heavy rain, and it's freezing to death."

"Then you can wear a piece of clothing." The big man spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and pulled out the short machine gun under the ruins.

Already scrapped, the entire body of the gun is folded into a V shape, almost completely disconnected.

He recognized that it was Andres' most commonly used firearm.

"Hey, I'm serious, just say that they are all dead, don't babble here, or it will take a lot of time for the police to explain." The tall thin man shouted.

"Huh? Didn't you find what you were looking for?"

Cold air blew straight down his back.

The three of them turned their heads together and saw the direction of the sound.

A tall man who was more than half his head taller than the tallest person here stood in the backlight, wearing a large long coat, looking very huge.

"You, who are you?" The other two didn't make a sound, and the strong man jumped down from the ruins, proving that he was the leader.

"A nice guy who is willing to help."

The man pressed his messy hair with one hand, "I'm glad to overhear your conversation, our purpose is obviously the same."

"You haven't answered my question yet." The strong man approached Fu Jiang, raised his head, which was much wider than normal, and looked at Fu Jiang, "You, who are you?"

The gap in front of the two of them was less than ten centimeters, Fu Jiang could feel it, well, he couldn't feel it, it was the strong man who could feel the breath coming out of Fu Jiang's nose.

All in all, it's an intimidating distance.

"A nice guy who is helpful, but repeats the same answer and becomes less so."

Fu Jiang stooped his body, and pressed his face closer to the strong man. His long and narrow eyes were wide open, and the eyes covered by large white eyeballs looked at the strong man.

"Haha, shit!" The brawny man turned around and pumped his fist. "Guys, I like this guy, I really hope he's not the enemy."

Before he finished speaking, he immediately turned around and pressed a revolver against Fu Jiang's chin.

"You, who are you." His expression became ferocious, "This is the last question."

(End of this chapter)