Conan's winery play house

Things are like masters, so it makes perfect sense that Avicril's crows are as annoying as Avicril.

Vodka was about to speak but stopped, Vodka had nothing to say.

Finally, he silently picked up the wine glass and started drinking.

Tequila doesn’t understand him at all! He doesn’t understand Avi Clear at all! He will pay the price for hating Ivy! Tequila will definitely regret it!

"Vodka seems to... like Ivy very much." Bourbon said slowly after watching a good show on the side.

Tequila is like a... negative fan of Avicril? And vodka is like a fan of Avicril.

The conversation between the two people sounds like they are not in the same world.

Vodka didn't answer, but continued to drink silently, as if drinking to drown his sorrows.

Tequila didn't bother to pay attention to this question, or... he didn't want to communicate with Bourbon.

Not long ago, Bourbon also made it onto Tequila's list of people he hated in the organization.

Bourbon flicked the cup boredly.

…

【Kill him, then come to cocktails.——Bourbon】

Aito just took out his phone and glanced at it, then put it back.

"What's wrong?" Hideki Morohoshi noticed his movements and looked over.

"Brother Che told me to go find him after we finish here." Aito said with a natural smile.

"Ah, that's almost it. A general press conference only lasts for two hours in total." Hideki Morohoshi nodded.

Miyamoto Toru seemed to have gone to a coffee shop.

"Hey, have you two had enough fun?" Morohoshi Hideki looked at Takizawa Shinya and Jiang Shouhuang, looking exhausted.

These two guys started playing game consoles from the moment they entered the venue, and played almost all the game consoles in two hours.

"That's about it. I feel like there's nothing new. Their new game is a mystery game, but the protagonist is that uncle, so I don't feel like playing it anymore." Jiang Shouhuang and Takizawa Shin also put down the games in their hands and ran over and said.

Lan

"If we want to be the protagonist, we definitely need to build a model based on real people. When we think about our character being controlled by various players..." Takizawa Shinya had a disgusted expression on his face.

"Forget it, Hideki." He said with disgust.

Morohoshi Hideki thought for a moment and showed a disgusted and troubled expression.

"Forget it, let's give this opportunity to that uncle." He turned to speak in a relaxed and mocking tone.

"Let's go and get your doll back, and then we can leave." Hideki Morohoshi said with a bored look on his face.

The game press conference was boring, nothing happened.

"There was no case today..." Tetsuya Aoyagi came back holding the camera.

He went to have a chat with Mr. Ishikawa, the president of Manten Japan.

"It is obviously said that Mr. Ishikawa received a threatening letter." Tetsuya Aoyagi said while checking the photos in the camera.

Several elementary school students raised their heads alertly, and Edogawa Conan, who was passing by, also stopped and pricked up his ears.

"Threatening letter? The Metropolitan Police Department did not receive a report..." Hideki Morohoshi touched his chin with one hand and thought.

If there are, there will be plainclothes among the guests at the press conference.

"It is said that I received it a few days before the press conference and asked to stop the press conference, otherwise I would do something bad." Tetsuya Aoyagi shrugged.

"But President Ishikawa didn't believe it. He thought it was a joke, so he didn't call the police. Now it seems... it seems that it was indeed a joke." His words revealed the regret of a wasted trip.

"Is it a prank? It's really boring." Hideki Morohoshi commented indifferently.

Edogawa Conan also continued to lift his steps.

I thought I could overhear some big secret.

The press conference is over, and everyone is ready to take their things and leave. If something is going to happen, it will already happen.

"Dafu." Aito held the stuffed bear in his arms and left the queue to pick up the items.

And Mantiantian employees also started to take their own things.

"Number 124, yours." Lan

"No. 180, yours."

"Number ninety-seven, yours."

Takeshita Yunobu looked at the number plate in his hand that said 180, and then at the number plate in Nakajima Hideaki's hand that said 124, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Where did the box he prepared... go?