Conan’s Corpse Picker

Nishina was shot inexplicably.

In his confusion, he also shouted: "Of course I can only write after eating. Are you looking down on my professionalism?!"

"Oh~? Professionalism?" Koyamauchi Nana protracted her voice disdainfully.

She peeked at the others and found that their attention had been diverted and they had forgotten to ask her about the time when Murakami's father would be released from prison, and she suddenly felt happy.

Nana Koyamauchi turned around and took out a gift box, raised her chin and looked at Nishina: "In this case, why not prove yourself - well, this is the souvenir I plan to give to Mr. Asahi, but now, you come and taste it. , look what kind of bar this is.”

"...Wine tasting?" Nishina's voice suddenly became weak. He was indeed not good at this.

But now, how could he back down when someone pointed at his nose and provoked him.

He could only force himself to calmly snort: "Come on!"

…

five minutes later.

While Nishina smacked his tongue carefully and tasted the wine, Koyamauchi Nana also poured herself a full glass.

She impatiently raised her glass and drank it all in one gulp, trying to squeeze the bad memories out of her mind.

——Three months ago, she was driving her sports car home late at night and accidentally crossed the line and hit a motorcycle. The motorcycle driver and the motorcycle fell off, and Nana Koyamauchi didn't dare to take a closer look. Taking advantage of the fact that there were no surveillance cameras around, she stepped on the accelerator in panic and ran away.

So just now, after mentioning the keyword "revenged by Murakami's father", Koyamauchi Nana's first reaction was: Could it be that the person she bumped into that night was Murakami's father?

"..." However, this was already three months ago. Murakami had not yet been released from prison at that time. It seemed that he was overthinking.

But speaking of it, Nana Koyamauchi secretly thought: Who was the person in the accident? ...She always has an unknown premonition.

The supermodel lady scratched her hair irritably.

At this moment, Nishina shook the red wine glass and said in a tone of voice: "Elegant violet fragrance, velvety and warm taste... I understand - this wine is Napoleon's favorite drink, Chamberlain!"

Koyamauchi Nana was startled, and then she made a series of unceremonious ridicules: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand food, you don't even have common sense? How can I afford such expensive wine!"

She filled the wine glass in her hand, originally intending to give it to the sommelier Sawaki Hiroshi to have a taste.

Halfway through, he saw Jiang Xia sitting quietly on the sofa, looking at her in deep thought.

"..." Thinking of the car accident that she wanted to hide, Koyamauchi Nana froze.

She twisted her body as if nothing had happened, sat next to Jiang Xia, leaned on his shoulder, tried hard to disturb the detective's thoughts, and put the wine glass to the young detective's lips: "Want to have a taste?"

While speaking, Koyamauchi Nana naturally raised her other hand, touched Jiang Xia's face with the smell of alcohol, and then touched her cheek all the way to her neck.

The moment their skins touched, Koyamauchi Nana's mood soared - this feeling was indeed more relaxing than it looked. If she touches her like this for a while longer, she will surely forget about the unlucky driver she hit earlier.

Nana Koyamauchi relaxed a little. She shook the wine glass gently and pursed her lips with a smile: "The fake gourmet guessed wrong just now. Do you want to guess the type of wine? The famous detective should be very good at solving puzzles."

Next to her, Mao Lilan looked over. She suspected that her classmate had been taken advantage of, and she had already obtained preliminary evidence: "Well, Miss Nana, wine tasting has nothing to do with detectives, and we can't drink..."

Nana Koyamauchi looked at Jiang Xia and was startled: "Yes, you seem to be still in high school. But these days, are there really minors who have never drank secretly until high school? I don't believe it~

"Although this wine is cheap, it is also good. How about..." As she said that, she put the cup to her lips, took a sip, held the wine in her mouth, and put her arms around Jiang Xia's neck, as if she wanted to get closer. come over.

"..." Jiang Xia pushed back the excited Xiaobai, glanced at the two policemen from the Mumu Police Department and the Bainiao Police Department, and politely pushed the human-shaped wine glass hanging on him away, "No, it's Pangzhuo's windmill. bar."

Koyamauchi Nana raised her eyebrows, a little surprised.

——Jiang Xia was right.

There was no reason to drink the little detective's wine. She swallowed the wine in her mouth and stood up boredly: "It seems that you are not as good as you look. You can distinguish between these two kinds of wine just by the smell of the wine. I have never done it before." Drink less.”

Jiang Xia shook his head slightly and disowned the wine in front of the police: "When you poured the wine just now, you only avoided Nishina, not us. I saw the trademark."

Koyamauchi Nana: "..." Tsk.