[Conan] My years at the winery

At noon the next day, I got a text from Bourbon.

Curacao wants to see me.

But I don't really want to see her.

Just like I don't want to see Pex yet, after all his younger brother Rafael is suffering a lot under my command.

Although he will have so many disasters is his own doing.

I went there recently, after months of not seeing each other, and a beautiful woman with silver hair and different eyes, in casual clothes, met me with a Scottish escort.

"Curaçao." I looked at her blankly and said, "I thought you wouldn't want to see me."

After all, I pit you like this.

However, I have abused her so many times, but she has not changed her attitude at all, just because, when I was a child, did I risk my life to save her?

But I don't remember it at all.

"How come, there will probably never be a time when I don't want to see you," Curacao smiled, his brows and eyes are very beautiful, "Actually, there is nothing wrong, just suddenly, I really want to see you."

I:……………………

I can't take it anymore.

The more sincere she is, the more I am hypocritical.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Curacao just smiled and continued: "The Japanese police are looking for Rum now. I know the addresses of a few Rum, but I don't know if he has changed places, probably already. .”

If she was arrested by the Japanese police, the information she knew might be leaked, so it is impossible for Rum not to guard against it.

As for other information... Except for the information leaked after being packaged by Martini to the Japanese police for the second time, the information she knows now, even if it is said, is probably not very useful.

After all, things like information are always time-sensitive, not to mention that after she is arrested, the organization and Rum will deliberately make the information she knows invalid.

"There are also some fake identities that Rum has used before, hope these can help you too."

Facing Curacao's inclusive smile, I was silent for a long time before I said softly, "Thank you."

"No need." The smile on the corner of Curaçao's mouth grew wider. She looked at Scotland, who had already taken out her pen to record, and said what she wanted to say.

Scotland turned on the recording pen, and at the same time picked up the pen and began to record quickly.

For a moment, in the entire room, there were only the sound of Curacao talking, the salsa sound of the pen tip across the paper, and the occasional sound of turning pages.

I listened silently, and when I heard the back, I couldn't help twitching the corner of my mouth.

Don't ask why, because, Curacao said, there are just too many vests in Rum.

In just a short while, Curacao had reported more than a dozen, which Curacao knew about, and there were probably more Rum's vests that she didn't know about.

No wonder the names have to be made up. After all, even the first few aliases can add some codes, but if the number is too large, there will be no more codes.

Therefore, the one with a thousand faces should not be Belmode, but Rum.

Maybe the reason why there are so many rumors about Rum in the organization is because Rum changes his vest every day.

He is over 50, so young in mind?

Oh, by the way, Belmode's mentality is also very young.

Scotland:……………………

Remember the sour hands.

But with so much news, it should be helpful to catch Rum.

After half an hour, Curacao finally finished speaking.

Scotland who took notes for half an hour: ………………

He figured out why Bourbon was going to hand over to him what Ticuraso asked this time.

Did you learn your lesson after copying a book last time?

How long has it been since he has held a pen and written with such high intensity for such a long time?Not when I was in school.

Curacao picked up the glass beside him and drank half a glass of water, then cleared his throat.

I:……………………

Scotland:……………………

And is it?

I feel sorry for my Scottish father. He probably wrote nearly a thousand words in such a short period of time, and he had to make sure the handwriting was clear.

Then Curaçao continued to report, and Scotland continued to copy, as if it had become a ruthless copying tool.

As for me, my head was tilted on the back of the chair, my mind was empty, and I turned into a salted fish.

How long will it take? It's so boring.

Rum won. As expected, he is an old man in his 50s. It is estimated that he has been changing his vest since he was in his 20s. Curacao also knows something about what happened before he came to Rum's hands. But the news is far less detailed than what follows.

The information given by Curacao is very detailed, copied from Scotland, and very mechanical.

He is a mindless scribe.

It's just that the hands hurt, and they have already started to feel a little numb.

I:……………………

Help, I'm not interested in Rum's past, let me go.

This is too boring, I want to go back, I can do whatever I want, it's better than listening to Rum's deeds here.

In the waiting, the time is the longest and most torturous, I think about some messy things in my head, listen to the voice of Curacao, and then start to doze off.

Yes, Curacao did something that even the teachers of Didan High School could not do. She almost told me to fall asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but Curacao drank water three times before finally stopping.

Scotland:……………………

It seems that he can no longer feel the existence of his right hand, so move it first.

Although he shook his hands while Curaçao was drinking water, his hands were still sore. Afterwards, his handwriting was so ugly that he didn't even dare to recognize it.

Finally finished.

Seeing Scotland shake his hand, I reached out and grabbed Scotland's right hand and squeezed it.

Scotland:……………………

He stared blankly at Xiaozhen, and then saw Xiaozhen massaging his right hand.

"No." Scotland withdrew his hand.

"I'll go back and press it for you." I also retracted my hand.

Scotland and I spoke at the same time, our eyes met, and our expressions couldn't help becoming more relaxed.

Curacao: …………………

Her throat hurts, but she still wants to talk.

Not only want to talk, but also want to curse.

Martini didn't even care about her......

This made her want to embarrass Scotland even more.

And the tacit understanding between Martini and Scotland made her feel that she was a bit redundant?

No, she is not superfluous.

Curacao cleared his throat again.

I:……………………

Scotland:……………………

Still, more?

Rum is poisonous, right?How come there are so many false identities and residences?Also committed so many things?

Facing the eyes of me and Scotland, Curacao smiled and said in a low voice, "My throat hurts."

That's why I made it clear that I didn't have anything to say.

Scotland and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let the Japanese police provide you with honey citron tea and rock sugar pears. Girls really need to protect their throats." I said to Curacao.

"I will tell the Japanese police who are monitoring me." Curacao's words to Martini are very useful. Although she knows that she cannot compare with Scotland, she is also happy to make Martini care more.