Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 211 Conan: Fujie Gege is good everywhere, that is.
At this time, Mori Kogoro was lying on the bed fixedly, his face facing the ceiling, his pupils were dilated, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But some thoughts in his heart can be glimpsed from the unlovable expression on his face.

Fu Jiang tapped the coffee table with his index finger, bringing Kogoro back to his senses.

"Ah? Oh Tomie and Conan, why are you here?" Kogoro put his hands on the bed board and propped up his body.

"Tonight, I'm going to stay with Uncle Maori." Conan put his face in his hands and said in a childish voice.

"I'll prove you right tonight, Mr. Mori." Fu Jiang sat on the coffee table half-reclining.

This is of course a lie, he has never liked wasting time for others when there is no benefit to it.

Naturally, he came here to prevent accidents. This is his hospital, and many of the employees are from the winery.

And tonight, Torii, a reserve member of the winery, plans to kill Shirai Mitsuo, a bastard who is likely to be planning something and involving Kogoro.

Then he, the boss, must not be indifferent at home, for two reasons.

Once Torii used the traditional performing arts of the winery to blow up or burn the hospital, it wasn't 01:30 that he lost.

If murder is used, with Conan's ability, I am afraid that he will point out the truth with a reasoning, and then the future core member of the winery, Torii, will be imprisoned.

This is definitely not possible.

He managed to get a few more wage earners who don't need him to pay wages, but they can't just disappear like this.

Mori Kogoro didn't know Tomie's thoughts and real purpose, and was moved to tears by the two.

"Thank you, thank you for trusting me, but" Mori Kogoro expressed sorrow, "Your trust and efforts may go to waste, I think I may really suffer from mental illness."

Conan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Uncle Maori who doesn't know, I already guessed how the illusion was created."

Tomie narrowed his eyes and looked at the back of Conan's head.

As expected of Conan, Conan saw through the trick so quickly.

If Torii planned to use Mitsuo Shirai's tricks to kill him, he might be caught by Conan.

"Oh, Dean, and children, you are here too." Mitsuo Shirai walked in with coffee and oral bone medicine.

He put the coffee and medicine on the coffee table, then opened the curtain, turned around and poured the medicine into the coffee and handed it to Kogoro.

Then he picked up the alarm clock, turned it around a few times, and placed it on the bedside again.

Fuck, this is too suspicious, right?Has Kogoro Mori not thought of it for so many days?

Tomie, who saw Mitsuo Shirai's technique for the first time, was shocked.

Prescribing medicine in person, pulling the curtains and setting the alarm clock?

Conan half turned around and looked at Fu Jiang with weird eyes, "Fu Jiang Gege, your hospital's regulations are so strict."

On the surface, he had a strange look, but he asked inquiringly.

Before Tomie opened his mouth, Shirai Mitsuo replied with a smile: "It's like this. In order to promote the healing of Mr. Mori's fibula, he needs a regular schedule."

"That's right." Conan frowned.

It was something he hadn't learned in Hawaii, and he wasn't sure if it was true.

"Then I'll go out first. You can chat with Mr. Maori. If you have any questions, just contact me. I just happen to be on duty today."

After speaking, he walked out.

Conan clasped his hands on the head of the bed, jumped up with his right foot, picked up the alarm clock and looked at it.

There is nothing wrong with the time set by the alarm clock, but the back cover shows signs of being pried off.

Conan picked a few times with his hands.

Fu Jiang reached out and grabbed the alarm clock, held it up to his face, looked back and forth for a few times, and then folded his fingers under Conan's puzzled gaze.

Crackling, the iron alarm clock deformed directly.

"Huan, did the hallucination appear again?" Kogoro opened his mouth wide.

The corner of Conan's mouth twitched, is there any mistake, is this human power?

"Why are you so surprised?" Fu Jiang glanced at them, "Can't Lan also do it easily?"

"That's what you said." Conan scratched his head, "Why did you break the alarm clock?"

"It's broken." Fu Jiang put the deformed alarm clock in his palm and stretched it out to Conan's face.

"Nonsense, and you damaged it artificially." Conan's expression suddenly froze while he was speaking, and a flash of lightning flashed through his mind.

Man-made damage, yes, that's it, that person used this method to create an "illusion" through the alarm clock and glass.

So if he expected it right.
He turned his head to look at Mori Kogoro, and sure enough, just as he thought, the staring Kogoro raised his hand and yawned, then fell into a deep sleep, as if he had been stabbed by his anesthesia needle.

"Sure enough, you also discovered the truth, so you decided to stay here, brother Fu Jiang." Conan smiled confidently.

"This hospital is my hospital, and nothing that happens here can escape my eyes."

Fu Jiang's palm was tilted, and the alarm clock slipped from his palm to the ground, and was chopped into flying iron parts by his kick.

He took out a pack of cigarettes, popped one out, bit it, and walked to the corridor outside the room.

When he was about to leave, he pressed his top hat and turned his head slightly, "I will never condone actions that damage the public property of my hospital."

Conan stared blankly at Fu Jiang who walked out, then chuckled, squatting on the ground and grinning at the broken iron pieces on the ground.

"It's stable now."

Fu Jiang seemed to be a mountain of frozen rock breaking through the clouds. When he came into contact with Xiao Lan, he felt cold and suffocated.

But when standing with him, the scenery seen from the top of the mountain is so vast, and the ice rock standing on the side of the mountain makes people feel extra secure.

"Speaking of which, this guy is really awkward. He obviously just wants to help, and he has to find an excuse to damage public property."

Conan pouted, stood up and jumped to the window sill, looking at the raindrops outside the window.

During bedtime, Zhongshan Kazumi brought a quilt to help Conan lay it on the ground.

"Thank you for your hard work, sensible little brother." Nakayama Kazumi had a good feeling for Conan.

Not every elementary school child will come to the hospital to accompany his family when they are sick.

She has seen too many people's indifference.

"It's what I should do." Conan lay down obediently and covered himself with the quilt.

After Nakayama Kazumi left, he looked at Fu Jiang standing in the corridor.

"Fujiang Gege, aren't you sleeping?"

"Hoo hoo." Fu Jiang stared at the entrance of the room with his dark eyes wide open, and let out a gentle breath.

"Is this guy sleeping standing up? His eyes are still open." Conan grinned and shivered.

Fujiang Gege is good everywhere, but sometimes he is weird.

At 23:[-] in the night, Fu Jiang's frozen eyes suddenly began to shake.

Then he took a few steps forward, "It's time."

"Huh?" Conan sat up and looked out the window, he was not asleep.

At this time, the light in the room facing the ward was turned on.

"Uncle Molly!" Conan yelled.

"Ah?" Kogoro, who was dreaming, was startled awake, and reflexively sat up and looked out the window.

I saw a figure stabbing a knife into another person's neck, which was the scene I saw the first time.

"Conan, Tomie, you saw it too, didn't you!" Kogoro looked at Conan and Tomie with some fear and expectation.

"Yes, this is definitely not an illusion!" Conan nodded affirmatively.

"Okay!" Mori Kogoro got excited instantly, raised his crutches and rushed out, shouting loudly; "Call the police! Hurry up and call the police! Killed!"

Conan raised the corners of his mouth and rushed to the warehouse downstairs, he wanted to catch that pretender.

(End of this chapter)