Conan's Winery is all my vest

Chapter 295 Dead by Daylight

Gin had already seen through Hoshino Takuya's lies.

Today, when Glenlivet paid him the bill, it was more than twice the usual amount.
Takuya Hoshino is in a good mood today than letting him believe it.
In comparison, Gin felt that Brandy was not as reliable as Brandy finally not filling his pockets when he completed the task.

"how about you?"

Hoshino Takuya stared intently at the currently popular light and shadow TV series shown on the TV, but he didn't pay much attention to the content of the TV series.

"I drank the wine, took the things, and paid the money"

Hoshino Takuya turned his face to look at Gin who was smoking silently, and asked lightly, "What are you still doing here?"

When the members of the organization are coming to the Garan Tavern, Hoshino Takuya will hang a notice sign on the door in advance to suspend business.

In other words, without organizing other people to come, when Gin Jiu leaves will determine when Hoshino Takuya will close his business.

In other words, if Gin doesn't leave, Hoshino Takuya can't leave.

"I'm waiting for someone."

Hoshino Takuya's gaze finally shifted from the lively scenes in the TV series to Gin, "Really? Then it seems... I will have new money tonight, right?"

Qin Jiu smiled inexplicably, "It's hard to say."

"Oh?"

Hoshino Takuya didn't understand what Gin meant, but he didn't ask, "Then I'll just wait and see."

After all, Hoshino Takuya pointed at the empty glass of gin, "It looks like you have to wait for a while, do you want a refill? Since you have already consumed once, I will give you half price this time. "

half price?

Gin touched the wallet that had been swollen in his arms, and he coldly rejected Hoshino Takuya's uneasy and kind proposal.

The ghost knows how much half price Glenlivet said.

He is not a fool who has money and no place to spend it. Being slaughtered once a night is already the limit of his patience, okay?

"Alright alright."

Hoshino Takuya was not annoyed either, he had earned enough from gin today.

Hoshino Takuya leisurely raised his wine glass, and touched the empty glass with only ice cubes on the left hand side of the gin.

Under Gin's gloomy gaze, he toasted to himself, "Cheers—"

Gunma County, a deep mountain.

"Xinyi." Dr. A Li carefully drove the vehicle on the mountain road in the middle of the night, he distractedly asked Conan suspiciously.

"How do you know Mr. Itakura's villa where he stores software is right here in Gunma?"

After Conan and Dr. Ali deciphered Itakura Taku's diary, Conan became clear about the transaction between Itakura Taku and the Black Organization.

When he found out that the organization in black was originally scheduled to send a contact email to Itakura Zhuo tonight, he immediately called Dr. Ali to the villa where Itakura Zhuo stored the software design program.

"This." Conan answered Dr. Ali's doubts while distractedly listening to the content on the radio.

"Although it wasn't written in the diary, when the three clients came to see Uncle Mori today, they told them all the places Mr. Itakura might go, and I happened to write it down."

"But what should we do if we run into an ambush by people from the Black Organization?"

Dr. Ali recalled the news about the black organization he had heard from Kudo Shinichi, and he couldn't help feeling worried.

"Just don't worry."

Conan comforted his old friend, "Mr. Itakura clearly wrote in his diary that he had made an agreement with the people from the Black Organization before, and he would not let them poke around him again."

"For Mr. Itakura, who would care about the pen being moved by five centimeters on the table, they will not continue to monitor him at the risk of completely annoying Itakura Taku."

"That's right."

"but."

Dr. A Li seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and said worriedly, "If the news about Mr. Itakura's murder is dialed out from the TV or radio, it will not be very good."

"You don't need to worry about this so far," Conan took out his Walkman from his pocket, "because I have been paying attention to the news on the radio. The hottest news right now is the jewel thief who escaped after the theft .”

While talking, the car driven by Dr. Ali has already driven to the villa under the name of Takuo Itakura.

Conan rushed out of the car and found the key to the gate at the stairs under the gate according to the prompt in Itakura Zhuo's diary.

After opening the door, Conan took Dr. Ari straight to the computer desk where the software discs and checks were recorded in Takuo Itakura's diary.

"It really is here."

Conan opened the drawer of the computer desk, and he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the CD and the check lying quietly in the drawer.

It seems that his deduction is not wrong. This at least proves that the people from the black organization did not send anyone to follow Itakura Zhuo, otherwise they would have taken away the CD that Itakura Zhuo stored here.

"Xinyi."

After Conan turned on the computer, Dr. Ali looked at his watch, and he reminded in a nervous whisper, "It's almost time now."

"Ah."

Conan opened the inbox page of the computer mail, and he waited for the arrival of the mail with confidence.

Alright, come on, I'm here waiting to receive the letter, hurry up and show your fox tail!
Meanwhile in Tokyo.

"Time is up."

At the same time that Brandy spoke on the phone, Toru Amuro pressed the left mouse button, sent a pre-edited email, and started the relevant program.

"Over."

Toru Amuro stared at the countdown in the lower right corner of the email, 10, 9, 8
Shouldn't that guy Brandy be right?
Gunma County, in the villa left by Takuo Itakura during his lifetime.

When Conan confidently double-clicked the email to open it, a password input box suddenly popped up on the computer interface.

Conan, who didn't expect this link at all, watched the ten-second countdown fly by, and the mail—disappeared.

Tokyo.

"You said it."

Amuro looked at the scarlet error prompt box that popped up on the screen, and he sighed, "It shows that the address for receiving the mail is the villa on the top of the mountain in Gunma County."

"Wow." Brandy gave a false exclamation, and then hung up the phone without mercy, "Your mission is completed."

After Brandy hung up on Toru Amuro, he opened the address book, found a number and dialed it, "Vodka"

His eyes were dark, "It's your turn to act."

　There are two very troublesome exams tomorrow, so please take a day off.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)