Conan's Winery is all my vest

Chapter 398

"What the hell happened?"

Seeing the male policeman with the afro leading a group of people rushing in suddenly, he questioned the waiters and then went straight to his private wine cellar. Ben, who was left where he was by the two policemen, Chengmu Luzang couldn't help but panic.

"Don't run around, sir," a police officer in charge of guarding Muluzang of the city put out his hand to stop Muluzang of the city who was about to go to the wine cellar, "Please cooperate with our police investigation. ?"

"Then you must at least tell me what's going on!"

Thinking of Akamaru Goro's body being hidden in a private wine cellar by himself, and that the police might find the body, Honjo Murozo was so flustered that he couldn't calm down at all.

"Sorry, please wait here for a while. After the police department of Daida finishes the preliminary investigation work, he will come over to explain the situation to you in person and investigate and question you." Said in a straight line.

"You, you, you!" Bencheng Moluzang got angry in a hurry, and was so stunned that he couldn't say anything, he stomped his feet helplessly and furiously.

Seeing that the two police officers around him were just staring at him indifferently and vigilantly, Morozo Honjo paced around for a while, so he sat down on a nearby chair, praying secretly in his heart.

——I just hope that the policeman named Daita doesn't come after Akamaru Goro.Even if it is, I hope he will never find Akamaru Goro's body...

Although he knew that there was almost no hope, Morozo Honjo, who was fidgeting, could only deceive himself like this.

"Are you worried? Mr. Motojo." Just as Morozo Motojo was sweating nervously and praying secretly with his head down, he suddenly heard a deep male voice sounding above his head.

"...I'm worried that Akamaru Goro, who you hid in the wine cellar, will be discovered by these policemen who suddenly appeared."

"What, who is—?" Honjo Muluzang raised his head in confusion and panic, and suddenly met a pair of scarlet eyes.

——Those are a pair of red eyes that seem to be smiling, but lingering with a sense of indifference and coldness, as if they can see through the darkness and sin in the deepest part of human hearts.

Creepy.

"You you you are—"

Maybe it's because the fierce aura in Mr. Devil's eyes is too harmful.

When this young nobleman came to him leisurely from the other end of the hall, Moluzang of this city didn't even realize that this strange man who suddenly made a sound was the second young master of the Ju Group, Tachibana good.

"I'm Shimo Tachibana." Mr. Devil pulled up a chair in front of the two police officers and sat down opposite Morozo Honjo, with his legs crossed together in a relaxed and casual manner, "Yes A devil who came here to hear your wishes."

"What? Devil? You are Mr. Tachibana?" Motojo Morozo first stared at Tachibana's eyes that seemed to be radiating a faint light for a while, and then he suddenly realized a problem. "Don't, stop joking."

——From now on...

It seems that no one around can see this self-proclaimed devil Tachibana!
"Mr. police officer?" Honjo Muluzang turned his head to look at the male police officer standing beside him, but the other party didn't seem to hear his shout at all, just looked at Honjo Muluzang sitting alone. position.

"Hey!" Honjo Muluzo, who was really a little frightened by this situation, couldn't care less about anything else. He was about to grab the right hand of the policeman beside him, but suddenly it was empty.

Honjo Muluzang's pupils suddenly shrank, and his hand... passed through the opponent's body!

This... what the hell is going on! !
"What's going on?" The handsome man who claimed to be a devil sitting opposite Morozo Honjo seemed to have heard his inner thoughts, he relaxed on the back of the chair and said slowly, "Of course... ..."

"It's my fault." Honjo Muluzang saw the scarlet-eyed devil on the opposite side showing a smile as if he had succeeded in a prank.

"I am—"

The young devil winked at him and said with a slight smile, "I have heard your most pious prayer, and I came here as you wished."

Muluzang Motojo guessed that his face must be ugly now, otherwise how could this guy who called himself a devil put his chin on one hand like he was looking at a clown, showing such a pleased expression.

"Stop pretending to be a ghost!" Honjo Muluzang's palms were already wet, and his voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"It doesn't matter if you are Tachibana! It doesn't matter if you are a devil!"

Moluzang Motojo stood up and looked down at Tachibana with a stern voice, "No matter what is going on! Quickly restore everything to its original state!"

"Ah-"

Tachibana, who was clearly in the lower position, but was extraordinarily domineering, raised his face lazily, while Mr. Devil tapped his face with his right hand resting his chin in a bored manner.

"Uncle, are you serious?"

Relying on his tender face, Mr. Devil looked up at Morozo Motojo, whose face was flushed to the point of being congested, "You know, I was summoned with the idea of ​​helping you realize your wish..."

"Wish...?" Honjo Muluzo swallowed subconsciously, "Gulu", "Can you help me realize my wish?"

He looked suspiciously up and down at this second young master of the Tachibana family who was totally different from what he remembered, Moluzang Honjo had many, many questions he wanted to ask.

But meeting Tachibana's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, I don't know why Honjo Muluzang couldn't ask a single question.

Honjo Muluzang's fist hanging by his side loosened and then tightened and loosened again, and finally he asked absurdly a question that he couldn't believe he would ask.

——"Is it possible to wish for anything?"

"Yes."

Mu Luzang of this city laughed when he saw the devil who looked exactly like the second young master of the Tachibana family, and whispered happily as if he had finally cheered up.

"Anything you want is fine."

"Whether you want Akamaru Goro to disappear from this world without a trace so that no one can find it, or let him, who has always looked down on you, humbly kneel down on the ground like a dog and beg for mercy -"

Morozo Motojo's heartbeat gradually accelerated following Tachibana's casual assumption.

Let the bastard who insulted him kneel and cry bitterly?

Save yourself from being discovered, and successfully escape the crime of killing Akamaru Goro?

No matter what kind of hypothesis it is, Akamaru Goro's heart beats.

"...I can achieve it, as long as you sign a trivial contract with me."

The corner of Mr. Devil's mouth curled up in satisfaction. He likes to see the dark and twisted appearance of human beings falling into ugliness the most.

Such a soul is the supreme delicacy next to the purest white soul.

　happy mid-Autumn Festival
　　
　
(End of this chapter)