Daily Life at Conan Undercover Distillery

Arsen Robin, a Frenchman, is a detective written by Lu Blanc and the ancestor of the phantom thief.

This character was not killed by butterflies in the world of Conan, and still occupies a high position in mystery novels. In East Asia, except for local writers and foreign detectives in the West, except for Sherlock Holmes, he and a few other names can be remembered by names.

——And Yasen Robin is different from other foreign detectives. He is both good and evil, and even more evil.

Five minutes later, Jiang Yizhi changed back to his original outfit, squatted and watched, and became a handsome passer-by.

He originally planned to dispose of the new clothes and Shunlai's two guns, but Nikki Nuannuan... No, the system wardrobe is there, it's like Ellie met Pinru's wardrobe, checked her eyes, and met the right person.

Jiang Yizhi packed these things directly and threw them into the system.

This thing is simply a special product for killing people and fighting and fighting. In the future, if you kill someone, you can hide the murder weapon directly, not to mention Conan and Kudo Yusaku.

However, there are quite a lot of restrictions. It is a bit like a cabinet at the entrance of a supermarket. The air is thin, and you can only put some daily items such as clothes, water bottles, keys, etc. According to the system introduction, even live birds cannot be locked in.

[This is to prevent you from cheating. 】 The system hummed and said, 【Or else you drag people in and kill them in the system closet, wouldn't I become a slaughterhouse? 】

"It makes sense." Jiang Yizhi praised, "Maybe it will become a boxing gym, a park, a white horse club, a morgue..."

[...] The system was silent for a while, and the tone was weak. [Finish the Japanese criminal law? 】

After a while, with the sound of beeping, the fire brigade and the police car came together. Soon, the people watching the fun were pushed outside the cordon, and Jiang Yizhi also heard Jinjiu's order: withdraw!

Then withdraw.

After confirming that the camera basically did not capture him, Jiang Yizhi slowly went to meet.

Belmod's big motorcycle was left alone. She was curled up in the back seat of a gin Porsche 356A. She had taken off her human skin mask, revealing a more beautiful face. Pale, the gunshot wound on his arm was wrapped in gauze, still bleeding from time to time, leaning sideways against the car door.

Jiang Yizhi's heart jumped suddenly.

Miscalculation.

Too miscalculated.

Why did he shoot Belmode?

As we all know, absinthe comes by motorcycle. According to the current situation, it is definitely impossible to ride a motorcycle. Sitting here——

Belmod took his seat!

Then where does he sit?

Otherwise, let's destroy the dog boss and make room for one person.

Jiang Yizhi pondered for a second, looked around, and decided to take a taxi. He was different from Jinjiu, and he didn't expect vodka to deliver him to his doorstep, but he couldn't pick up the windmill, which was quite disappointing.

It's like the uncle and aunt went to the supermarket in the morning and didn't get a discounted egg, but it's actually not that bad, but she felt panicked at the loss.

"Hey."

A voice came from the side, Zhu Fu Jingguang came over with a gun on his back, smiling brightly.

This unfortunate child has a natural affinity, wheat-colored skin, bright eyes, and straight facial features.

Jiang Yizhi was stunned for a moment, pulled away from his wild thoughts, reluctantly recovered himself, nodded, and smiled politely.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I don't know why, Zhu Fu Jingguang felt that the young man in front of him got along better than the other people in the car, and he didn't even feel bad about him.

Perhaps his temperament is not like someone from the Black Organization, or it may be that he is just on guard, not directly involved in tonight's assassination plan, and not contaminated with blood.

He picked a place where no one was around, and asked in a low voice, "Seven minutes ago, I had a walkie-talkie inquiry, but you didn't speak. What were you doing?"

"..." Jiang Yizhi raised an eyebrow and replied, "I was looking for a public toilet at the time, and I drank a few more glasses of juice at night. Are you going to a barbecue restaurant? I'll invite you then."

In Japan, manpower is more expensive. There are not so many night markets in China. Barbecue is more like a place for the middle class to **** after get off work, so delicious restaurants are not particularly common.

Zhu Fu Jingguang nodded, didn't think much about it, and focused more on being invited. He was a little embarrassed to refuse, but he felt that the relationship was not suitable, and said with a smile: "Thank you, I'll go when I have time."

You better not go, it takes a lot of time to entertain guests, I just subconsciously speak politely~www.NovelMTL.com~ Jiang Yizhi has a standard professional fake smile on his face: "The smell of that shop will definitely not let you Disappointed."

"Then I'll wait and see."

The two chatted casually for a few words, and they became familiar with each other. Jiang Yizhi reported his name, and Zhu Fu Jingguang also gave him the pseudonym he took undercover. It was a good deal.

While chatting casually here, Porsche starts brainstorming over there.

Seeing Belmod's tragic state, Jin Jiu couldn't help but sneered and said mockingly: "A simple task, absinthe, two gunshot wounds, this is your illustrious feat."

Vodka shrunk in the driver's seat, not daring to make a sound.

Belmod retorted: "Your information is really accurate."

With her intact arm supporting her head, she looked out the window with a blank eye: "Why didn't I know there was a person named Robin beforehand."

"Don't make excuses for your failure."

"Arsène Lupin."

Belmod didn't care either, she repeated the name in French, her red lips slightly raised, "Looking at his appearance, he should be of Asian descent, I don't know the exact nationality, maybe he is of mixed race, he is of medium-to-high height, and he is taller than normal. Thin and capable of fighting."

She paused: "it's him who wounded my leg with a gun."

Jinjiu was originally impatient, but after hearing this, he paid more attention.

"Have you collected fingerprints?"

Belmod looked at the dark shadows of the leaves swaying in the distance, shook his head, and was silent for a while before saying, "His marksmanship is very good, it's enough and..."

"teacher."

At this moment, the car door opened and a head came in. Jiang Yizhi yawned and asked, "Can I sit in?"