Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

"If you find me annoying, just get off the car." Jun Du said coldly, "You still have so many complaints when you ride in my car."

"You're free anyway, so what if I sit here for a while? If you have the guts, just leave me here." Wei Que was still challenging him, but with a click, Jun Du unlocked the car door. "Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing!"

Jundu sneered: "As you wish."

"No, no, no, please don't. I'm wrong, okay? I'm wrong. I won't joke around anymore."

Cointreau speed remains the same.

"Do you have anything to do later?" Wei Que asked suddenly.

"Why are you asking these questions?" Jundu glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

"Of course, do you remember Bourbon?" said Wei Que.

"Ah."

"There's a mission that requires me and Bourbon to partner up, but I don't want to go." Wei Que said bluntly, "It's in Tottori Prefecture, which is a bit far, and I don't want to go there."

"If you don't like it, then I'm happy?" Jun Du refused bluntly, "Aren't you afraid that I will lose control and shoot you?"

"Oh, I almost forgot about this." Wei Que mocked him, "Look at you, you went through so much trouble to snatch someone from me, and now you're thrown aside as soon as they have a code name. Haha, the last time the cargo was lost, the responsibility was thrown on you - look at what I'm doing, who do you think I am? They say you didn't supervise well, but Rum just wants to suppress you."

"Oh, you know a lot." Jundu took out his gun and pointed it at Wei Que, "Haven't you heard of the saying 'the more you know, the faster you die'?"

"That also needs to be divided. What do you know?" Wei Que was not afraid at all. "This matter has long been no secret. Are you going to kill everyone who knows about it?"

Jundu put away his gun: "How boring, why is it useful for Ah Zhen to threaten others like this."

"It's actually useless." Wei Que said, "Gin's threats always end with the death of the threatened person. He always does this."

This is true. If Gin can't get the information he wants, he will usually just shoot him.

"That's also true. At least there's one less mouse."

"I don't answer the question." Wei Que sneered, "Oh, you really can't talk about people behind their backs. Gin is here to call me to work."

Jundu said nothing and parked the car on the side of the road: "We're here. If you're willing to let me know the location of the safe house, I can give you a ride."

"Forget it then. I'm leaving." Wei Que got out of the car but didn't leave. He placed his hand on the window frame of the rolled down window. "For the sake of our friendship over the past few years, I remind you not to trust others too much."

"What do you mean?" Jundu's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Wei Que smiled and shrugged: "Literally."

After that, he turned and left.

Kundu closed the car window and drove towards Tottori Prefecture, where he would meet Karasuma Renya for the first time without any fault.

Wei Que thought that he was in a bad mood because he picked him up, but he really overestimated his position in Jun Du's heart.

Deep in the mountains of Tottori Prefecture, there is a villa surrounded by mountains. It is one of the residences of Karasuma Renya.

Cointreau parked the car outside the drawbridge, one of several roads leading to the villa.

At this moment, seeing Jundu approaching, a member of the organization disguised as a forestry worker came over and said, "How many feathers do you think the crow has?"

Cointreau took his left hand out of his pocket. On his ring finger was an obsidian ring: “Raven feathers will cover the sky.”

The man bowed to him and said, "Sir, please."

Jundu nodded to him, and as he stepped onto the shaky suspension bridge, he silently complained in his heart that the code was too childish and he didn't know who came up with it.

After crossing the suspension bridge, Jundu went into the deep forest and slowly groped his way forward following the signs.

From time to time, there was a slight noise passing through the air. Jundu knew without looking up that it was the organization's surveillance drone.

His every move now fell into the eyes of Karasuma Renya.

However, he had no intention of rebelling at the moment and didn't care what the old man thought.

In front of the quaint gate, bodyguards in black were standing guard with submachine guns. Not far away, Cointreau saw Gin's Porsche.

Really, why can Gin drive here but I have to walk?

Jundu curled his lips, somewhat dissatisfied.

He did not hide this emotion, but in the eyes of Karasuma Renya on the other side of the monitor, this became another proof of the incompatibility between Cointreau and Gin.

Karasuma Renye laughed and said to the butler behind him: "Kundu is still childish."

Deacon: “You are right.”

Three or two bodyguards approached Jundu and searched him. There were clanging sounds, and all kinds of guns, bullets, knives, silver needles, poisons and hidden weapons fell to the ground, forming a hill as high as a calf.

The bodyguards all had poker faces as if they were used to it. After all, Gin just now had a lot of deadly weapons on him, so he was the heavyweight.

After the threat was completely eliminated, someone collected the pile of things on the ground and said that Cointreau could take them back when he left.

Afterwards, the door opened from the inside.

There was a faint woody scent in the old house, like the breath that had settled over the years. The ochre-red Persian carpet covered the entire floor, like dried blood.

Cointreau is across the threshold, the carpet is well maintained and feels great to step on.

A butler stepped forward and said, "Master Jundu, the dinner will not start for another three hours. You can wait in the living room."

Jun Du bowed to him and said, "Give my regards to the gentleman for me."

"Of course, sir." The butler had a formulaic smile on his face, which looked a bit stiff and weird under the dim light of the old house. "Are you planning to have tea in the living room?"

"Are there any other adults?" Jundu looked around. The mute slaves were meticulously wiping the dust off the carved wood, preparing for the upcoming banquet.

"Lord Gin is in the south-facing study on the second floor, and Lord Rum is in the reception room. Both of them have specifically asked not to be disturbed." The butler paused, "Lord Vermouth is drinking tea on the balcony on the third floor, and Lord Pisco is in the back garden, but he is on the phone, so he must be busy with something."

"Is there no one in the tea room on the third floor? I want to go there and take a look at the works left by Mr. Xu." Cointreau's face was full of obsession, "I like Mr. Xu's writings."

"Okay, the tea has been prepared for you." The butler said calmly, meeting Jundu's puzzled gaze, and he explained, "Sir has always known your preferences."

"Was it all arranged by the master?" Jundu raised his voice like a child who had been rewarded, and the deacon nodded.

"You come with me."