Days mixed in the world of Conan

“Well, I feel that way too.” Conan nodded.

“No, I just feel that way.” Here Xiaolan replied with her head bowed.

“For the sake of caution, I would like to ask you a question,” Officer Twilight stopped bothering about Kudo Shinichi coming or not, “What is your relationship with Murakami?” ”

“How can I have a relationship with that kind of person?” Nana Koyamanuchi said disdainfully.

“I don’t know him either.” Peter Ford also shook his head.

“I have a relationship with him, and I worked as a location reporter for a while before I became an essayist, and I used to write about the case of Murakami.” Mr. Renko recalled.

“I have a relationship with him. I had photographed Murakami Sho when I took a portrait of a murderer before. Shinto Nagaaki also said.

“Did you have another argument at that time?” Officer Twilight asked.

“Not really.”

Suddenly, Nana Koyamanuchi seemed to think of something, supporting her chin with her hand, and a trace of memory flashed in her eyes.

“Miss Nana, have you thought of something?”

“I remember that person seems to have been released from prison eight days ago, right?” Instead of answering, Nana Koyamanuchi asked.

“In that case, it should have nothing to do with me.” Hearing this, Nana Koyamauchi was relieved.

Then she saw that everyone was looking at her and quickly covered her mouth and smiled: “Oh, how can everyone get serious, don’t talk about this kind of thing anymore.” ”

Seeing that everyone didn’t react, she stood up, pointed to Mr. Renke and wanted to change the topic and said, “By the way, it’s you, right?” You wrote that bad book of Parisian restaurants, and the restaurants recommended in that book are really bad enough, did you go to that restaurant to eat? ”

“You’re so rude, of course I’ve eaten those things.” Although the topic shifted stiffly, the effect was still good, and Mr. Renko couldn’t help but stand up and retort.

“Then you will show evidence.” Watching the rhythm finally be beaten away, Nana Koyamanuchi said proudly.

“Evidence?” Mr. Renko looked at Nana Koyamauchi with a puzzled expression.

“That’s right, I brought a special gift to Mr. Xu today, and now, please guess what kind of wine bar this is.” Nana Koyamauchi suddenly picked up a beautifully packaged box in front of her and said to Mr. Renko.

“So you’re asking me to taste wine?” Of course there is no problem. Mr. Renko accepted the challenge.

Then Nana Koyamauchi opened the wine, poured a little out of the bottle, and handed it to Mr. Renko.

“In other words, isn’t this wine to give away? Say it and open it? Ye looked at the two speechlessly.

Mr. Renke took the red wine, did not speak, looked at the red wine in front of him, immediately picked up the wine glass and took a sip, savored it in his mouth for a while, and then said confidently: “This elegant violet fragrance and velvety warm taste should be the French emperor Napoleon’s favorite Champedon.” ”

“Hahaha” turned out to be not rewarded but ridiculed, Nana Koyamauchi laughed loudly after listening to Mr. Renko’s words, looking at Renke first with mockery, to spend millions of red wine as a gift? ”

“So this is?”

Immediately, Nana Koyamauchi put another glass of red wine in her hand in front of Sawaki Fair and asked, “You’re a sommelier, right?” ”

“yes.”

“Then tell the fake writer the answer now.”

When Sawaki heard this, he immediately looked down at the red wine in front of him, held the cup in his hand, carefully examined it, and then sniffed it with his nose, then shook it gently for a long time, drank a small sip and said: “This is Pang Zhuo’s windmill wine, right?” ”

Although it is a question, the tone is affirmative.

“Exactly.”

“What? Is that Ponzhow? Mr. Renko couldn’t believe it.

“Ponzhow, if you use long-term ripening grapes to make wine, can also produce a premium wine like Bogotho.” Sawaki explained with a light smile.

“Now you understand,” Nana Koyamauchi continued tauntingly, “I see you, let’s take off your title as an essayist as soon as possible.” ”

Hearing this, Mr. Ninko’s face became extremely angry, and he looked at Nana Koyamauchi but couldn’t say anything, so he could only turn his head to the side and not look at her.

Just when the atmosphere is a little stiff,

Peter Ford suddenly said: “Look at you guys like this, I suddenly want to drink.” ”

“Then let’s drink together, I’ll take it.” Nana Koyamanuchi said.

“I want to talk to beer, where is the kitchen?” Shinto Nagaaki also stood up together.

“Over there.” Conan pointed him out.

“Okay, little ghost, you help me lead the way.” Shinto Nagaaki said unceremoniously.

“This person is really annoying, he actually dares to shout at the god of death, and he will definitely die for a while.” Night looked at the distant Conan and Shinto Nagaaki thought maliciously.

After a while, Conan returned with a few jars of juice.

“Sister Xiaolan, here you go.” Conan was the first to hand it to his daughter-in-law.

“Thank you, Conan.” Xiaolan sat on the chair and was stunned, and quickly said when she heard Conan’s words.

After taking the juice, Conan slipped his hand and the rest fell under the table.

“You’re really careless.” Night help a piece go down and pick it up.

Mr. Sawaki said that sure enough, this sake is delicious.” Peter Ford praised after drinking.

“Hey, Mr. Sawaki, another glass of the wine bar.” Nana Koyamauchi held up the red wine in her hand and invited.

“No, I’d better drink mineral water.” Sawaki refused and got up to get the mineral water.

As soon as Yoruto and Conan climbed out of the table, Maori Kogoro took the juice in their hands.

“Thank you, little ghost.”

“Huh? Uncle, are you actually discordant with beer? Conan wondered.

The night is also strange that Maori Kogoro actually does not drink alcohol and juice? Could it be that the one in front of you is not Maori Kogoro but a douko pretending to be?

“Of course, we still don’t know when Murakami will appear?” Then Maori Kogoro explained the reason, and after speaking, he handed one of the jars to Officer Twilight and said, “Officer Twilight, this bottle is for you to drink.” ”

There was no way, Conan had to go and get it again, and this night he also went with a piece.

Conan came to the kitchen with the night and saw Sawaki Fair from the counter next to the freezer, took a small bottle of red seasoning, dipped a little with his little finger, and put it in his mouth to taste.

Then his expression seemed very lost.

Then he put on the cap and was ready to leave, and when he looked down, he saw Conan and the night.

“If you’re looking for mineral water, it’s in the drawer under the refrigerator.”

“Thank you, because these seasonings are rare, so I’ll try them a little.” Sawaki explained fairly. _

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