Conan: The winery killer has a soft spot for Huiyuan

The life of Aiba is completely a two-point line. In the six years since she entered the organization, the person who occupied most of her life was Shirley. Since she was assigned to Gin's subordinates when she first entered the organization, it has been like this.

At first, she was indeed a little arrogant and thought that she was underutilized. But if it were now, she would definitely slap herself at that time.

Not only does she have a stable income, but she can also occasionally earn extra money for the organization. Although part of the money was taken out when it came to her, the amount she got was something that many people could not imagine.

This is why there are so many young talents joining the organization. After all, people eat grains and have seven emotions and six desires. Without these extravagant interests as bargaining chips, people's hearts cannot be stabilized.

The level that Aiba Yuu has come into contact with is still only at the stage of just entering the sea.

As night falls, in the quiet and deserted alley, only the window of a pub is still lit with dim lights. In the darkness, a woman in a black leather jacket appears at the entrance of the alley, holding a black handbag in her hand, and walks towards the pub.

The boss who was wiping the wine glass at the counter looked at the time on the clock. It was almost three o'clock in the morning. She had just sent away the last batch of guests and it was time to close the shop.

But just as she was about to turn over the sign at the door, someone suddenly pushed the door in, and a bell sounded in her ears. The boss seemed to be suddenly frightened, and his heart was inexplicably lifted up.

Looking at the woman who pushed the door in front of him, she was wearing a black leather jacket, black trousers and leather shoes, with long black hair like ink, and a pair of black sunglasses on her face. Seeing the woman's arrival, the boss's neck seemed to be strangled by an invisible big hand, and he was a little unable to breathe.

But the woman didn't seem to notice her, and she was talking on the phone, "I'm outside..."

I don't know what the other party said, the woman's tone was a little helpless, "It should be closed at this time, right?"

"Okay, okay, I'll help you check when I pass by later. If there is nothing, you can't get angry."

It looks like an office worker...

Hearing the woman's tone, the boss was relieved for some reason. She looked at the briefcase in the woman's hand and thought that she might have thought too much.

"Sorry, sir, our store is closed..."

The shock just now has not faded like a rising tide, and the boss has no intention of doing business. He wants to send this woman back quickly and go home quickly.

The woman hung up the phone, took out a pack of pocky from her pocket, took one through the gloves and put it in her mouth, and her eyes under the sunglasses stared at the sign behind the boss.

"Isn't your place open 24 hours a day? What's wrong, boss? Are you feeling unwell?"

She bit the biscuit stick with her teeth bit by bit, and the "crunching" sound was very clear.

Even though she was wearing sunglasses, the boss could clearly feel the eyes staring at him. She froze in place, her body a little stiff because of nervousness and fear, "Yes... yes, after all, I'm old, and I have children to take care of at home..."

"Boss, you're sweating a lot."

"Are you afraid of me?"

The woman pulled her sunglasses down a little, and her pair of light blue eyes were like sapphires in the dark night, emitting a cold light. She stared at the person in front of her quietly, as if she was bored, and then took out a photo from her handbag.

The photo showed a man, like the most ordinary middle-aged office worker, with a fat face and a round body, a Mediterranean bald head, and a pair of glasses. He looked honest and decent, and was inconspicuous in the crowd.

But after seeing the photo, the boss' pupils suddenly shrank, and the fear in her eyes flashed. She suppressed her inner fear and said with a forced smile: "Dear guest, are you looking for someone?"

The woman took out a pocky stick and said leisurely: "Fukasaku Kyoji, male, 47 years old, was the president of Yuya Group, embezzled 300 million yen of public funds. He disappeared for one year and three months..."

"You...what are you talking about, I don't understand..."

"Didn't we agree that you would continue to stay in the company and do your work, and we would cover it for you, why did you go back on your word?"

"Let me think...5 million yen a month, so far, you have owed us 75 million." Ignoring the boss's words, the woman slowly stood up, looked at the middle-aged woman in front of her, and suddenly sneered: "You don't take

"You have plastic surgery, so you can get away by pretending to be a woman, right?"

"...You! You guys!"

The boss's face was pale at this time, and beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks. She retreated and reached for the wine cabinet behind her.

"Don't worry, as long as you hand over 75 million within three days, we will spare your life. See you in three days."

"You...Are you serious?" The boss suddenly froze in place, as if she didn't expect the other party to let her go like this. Seeing the woman finished speaking, she turned around and left. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief as if she had survived a disaster.

After the woman really left, the boss quickly took out his mobile phone and pressed the number, "Hey, wife, quickly withdraw money from the bank..."

"Bang! "

Suddenly, a loud bang resounded through the sky, attracting everyone around. The impact of the explosion shattered the glass, and the fire in the tavern shot up into the sky, quickly engulfing everything.

The woman stood on the overpass and watched the scene in front of her. Then she sneered, raised her hand and tore off the mask on her face, revealing her long silver hair.

A ringing sound came from her pocket. She took out her mobile phone and took a look. It was Vodka calling. She immediately pressed the button to answer it.

"Famas, the boss notified that you will also accompany the tropical paradise transaction site tomorrow."

"Got it."

This job is continuous...

Looking at the moonlight, Aiba Yu stretched and suddenly remembered that Shirley had called her just now and asked for butter croissants from the shop on the corner.

But at 3:30 in the morning, which bakery was still open.

"Really..."

She muttered in her mouth, and her steps were still honest as she walked across the street.