Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 220 If you want to kill someone, he doesn't need to do it himself

Conan picked up the spoon, dug out a large spoonful of unknown substance, opened his mouth wide and swallowed the spoon.

"How does it taste?" Xiaolan asked with concern.

"Delicious!" Conan gave a thumbs up.

"Let me just say, it's not right to judge whether a dish is delicious by its appearance." Heiji also started to eat.

While eating, I muttered that it was delicious and tasted like heaven.

Fu Jiang stared wide-eyed, watching the two who ate more in the competition, and took half a step back.

Impossible, how could this be?
Although the dishes he cooks are indeed delicious, but with the lv2 cooking skill bonus, it is impossible to have this effect.

There must be something wrong.

Tomie narrowed his eyes, observing Conan and Heiji who were eating happily, and Xiaolan who had just started eating.

For the time being, no response can be seen, and more data is needed to observe and compare.

Tomie waved kindly to the people at the other two tables, "Miss Oki, Mr. Toba, why don't you come and eat together?"

Seeing that Tomie seemed harmless, Ayako Oki nodded and said, "Thank you then."

Kento Toba tilted his head, "Hmph, I don't need it."

"You are still arguing, you are so narrow-minded." Oki Ayako turned her head and glanced at her boyfriend.

"Yeah, anyway, I just don't know how to cook. What's wrong? Can't you? If you love food so much, why don't you stay with him!"

Kento Toba stood up and yelled, then sat down on his buttocks, not looking this way.

If he didn't need to be here for some reason, he would definitely choose to leave.

"Did you quarrel?" Fu Jiang took a plate and divided some of the dishes.

He thought he had inherited the winery's virtue of being gentle with experimental subjects.

Conan also habitually shifted his attention, and he had noticed this a long time ago.

It stands to reason that two people who are male and female friends should not sit at different tables separately.

"That's right." Ayako took a mouthful of Fu Jiang's experimental poison with a spoon, praised him and continued: "He seems to be dissatisfied with me talking to you in the morning."

Fu Jiang couldn't help shaking his head, the corners of his mouth curled up instinctively, "Your boyfriend is actually very good, but he just doesn't understand you."

Just as he was talking, Fu Jiang suddenly frowned, and pressed his lips against the index finger that was pinched by him.

"Fu Jiang, did you hurt your hand? Did you cut it while cooking?" Xiaolan noticed the blood on Fu Jiang's index finger.

"No." Fu Jiang shook his hand, and then pressed his top hat with his uninjured left hand, "Excuse me."

After speaking, he left in a hurry, unscrewed the toilet doorknob, and rinsed his right index finger in the sink.

After a while, he looked up at the mirror, his pure black left pupil split into two, "For passers-by, don't worry about it."

He simply gave hints to his body, so that this strange instinct would not attack passers-by.

Because the body's social instinct hadn't kicked in for a while, he was a little off guard.

Unexpectedly, this will not only affect Xiaolan, but also passers-by who have boyfriends.

He probably found some patterns.

Unless it was to complete a special task, he didn't want to use the tea instinct left by the original owner too much.

He's not interested in messing with other people's feelings.

As soon as he left the bathroom, he heard a change in the direction of the restaurant.

Is it a dish attack?Or was there a murder?
Fu Jiang's legs were slightly bent, and he twisted and turned like a black snake hunting in the dark.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, he saw Heiji and Conan who opened the window and jumped out.

They appeared to be chasing a car heading towards a cliff.

Seeing Conan and Heiji chasing after him, Xiaolan, who was half a beat behind, also put her foot on the window frame and was about to chase after him.

"Don't go." Fu Jiang grabbed Xiaolan by the back collar and dragged her back, "Be careful of the bomb."

Although there was no bomb, he did not give up this opportunity to teach Xiaolan organizational skills.

Assuming he's completely ignorant of the plot, it's out of the way the organization thinks.

The car is likely to be the decoy for two reasons.

The speed of this car was not fast, and it drove slowly towards the cliff, giving people enough time to react and rescue, which is unusual.

In addition, the person sitting in the car is the missing hotel owner Hiroyuki Kanaya, which makes people first suspect that the whereabouts of the book is also here.

Therefore, whether out of greed or good intentions, this car can lure people to chase after it, which meets the criteria of a trap.

Hearing Fu Jiang's reminder, Xiaolan's pupils suddenly dilated, "Conan and Heiji have already"

"I'll go there." Fu Jiang held down his bowler hat, opened the window and rushed to the car.

Guaranteed to remember part of the plot and sense of danger, he was sure that the car would not endanger his life.

Heiji, who was patting on the glass of the car, noticed that Tomie was chasing him, and shouted loudly: "Come with me to stop this car."

As he spoke, he grabbed the car door with both hands.

Fu Jiang's figure suddenly accelerated, and soon came to the rear of the car.

He raised his right arm slightly, stabbed forward and pierced the glass of the rear window of the car, grabbed the rear window with five fingers, raised his feet and stepped on the trunk.

He glanced at the light and shadow inside the car.

The red mist, which is the clue of reasoning, has nothing to do with him.

The yellow light for the wanted item didn't come on, the book wasn't in the car, fine.

"Oops, the cliff." Heiji yelled loudly at Tomie who seemed to be struggling to stop the car, "Come down."

Fu Jiang pulled out his right arm, and with flying glass shards, he jumped backwards and landed in a backflip, releasing his left hand from the short top hat.

The car fell off the cliff and burned into scrap black iron in the flames.

"Damn it." Conan growled.

The people sleeping in the hotel were awakened by the explosion, and they came out and gathered on the edge of the cliff.

"How could this be?" A group of Sherlock Holmes fans looked at the discarded iron blocks under the cliff.

Conan pinched his chin and thought about it. When he climbed on the car window just now, he saw that the instrument was covered by a blanket, and there was a strange sound in the car, which did not belong to the sound of the engine.

"Fujiang Gege, what do you think?"

He subconsciously looked at Fu Jiang, whose reasoning ability was not inferior to his.

"First rule out suicide." Fu Jiang replied indifferently.

Conan's eyes lit up, "Have you noticed any clues?"

Heiji also looked at Fu Jiang in surprise, he didn't know that Fu Jiang was not only rich and good at cooking, but also dabbled in reasoning, I'm afraid his level was not average.

"You would do that when you committed suicide?" Tomie glanced at Conan and Heiji respectively, snorted, turned and walked back to the hotel.

Conan:.
Damn, what this guy said really makes sense, but it can't be considered reasoning at all, right?

"Wait." Conan thought of a way to refute, "You once said that what is obvious may not be true."

Fu Jiang paused and turned his head slightly, "The one in the car is a corpse, a stiff corpse."

"How can you be sure?" Toshiaki Fujisawa, who has the best relationship with the hotel owner and has written fan fiction together, questioned.

The rest of the people also turned their heads to look at Fu Jiang, feeling suspicious in their hearts.

Usually, only the murderer can be sure of this.

"In experience, there is a decisive gap between the number of corpses I have seen and the number of corpses you have seen."

Fu Jiang's pupils were solid, and he glanced at everyone present one by one, then stepped forward a few steps, hunched over and faced Fujisawa Toshiaki face to face.

"Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"This." Fujisawa Toshiaki raised his hands while stepping back.

Does he dare to say that he is not satisfied?
Although he really wanted to ask what kind of occupation Fu Jiang was, and he was confident that he had seen more corpses than them, but he didn't dare to ask.

Although he is not very courageous, there are still bold people. The physical education teacher Ikuo Kawazu asked stammeringly:

"Yes, can I ask about your, what, occupation? Of course, I don't mean anything else, I'm just, well, curious."

Seeing that Fu Jiang was too lazy to speak, Conan introduced on his behalf:

"The murderer couldn't have belonged to Fujiang Gege, because there was no reason.

"The reason is very simple, Tomie Gege is the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi, the entire Kabukicho is under his control, and there are hundreds of desperate horsemen under his command.

"If he really wants to kill someone, he doesn't even need to do it himself."

Conan said in a childish voice a terrifying declaration that made everyone's scalps tingle.

Did you hear that, this person only needs one word to kill, and he doesn't even need to use his hands.

"Satisfied! Of course I am satisfied! Thank you for your answer!" Toshiaki Fujisawa stood straight, sweating profusely in response to Tomie's initial inquiry.

"Haha, I also think the murderer cannot be Mr. Tomie's." Ikuo Kawazu laughed dryly.

Heiji was stunned for a moment and looked at Fu Jiang again, and many questions in his mind were answered.

No wonder Fu Jiang reacted so quickly when he was attacked at a diplomat's house last time, without a trace of panic.

It turned out to be a member of a violent society. I'm afraid that incident was just a small scene for him.

Speaking of which, the Maori family seems to have a good relationship with him, what is this, a family of policemen and gangsters?

　Thanks Xiao Chen for the 588 rewards for being confident

　　
　
(End of this chapter)