Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 229 Your Parents Are Not Normal
After shaking the unshaken instant coffee, Fu Jiang frowned and looked at the pool of bitter liquid in the cup.

He really wondered what the caffeine addiction was all about in his previous life.

Is this stuff really drinkable without sugar or milk?
Life is already bitter, do you still want to drink coffee to make yourself suffer?

As for the aftertaste after drinking, he can't feel the fragrance, he thinks that he will die of bitterness before the fragrance arrives.

He never liked to suffer, but in order to protect everyone here, he was kind and resolutely pressed the coffee cup to his lips.

Gumbling.

Fu Jiang pressed the white coffee cup heavily on the table.

"Fujiang Gege, you drink coffee so strangely." Conan couldn't help complaining.

"Huh?" Fu Jiang glanced at him angrily.

"Who has five fingers holding the mouth of the cup?" Conan pointed to Fu Jiang's hand, "Isn't it usually the handle?"

"Habit." Fu Jiang snorted, remembering something, with some sadness in his eyes, "I can't change it."

It wasn't sad things that he thought of, he just felt that the way he held the cup was normal enough.

He'd seen people who put their thumbs in the coffee and picked up the cup to drink it.

That kind of posture is really impossible to learn, right?
"How did you develop this habit?" Conan glanced at Fu Jiang strangely, then suddenly realized something when he thought of something, and said helplessly, "You have also experienced a lot."

He had seen many cases of murderers smearing poison on the handle of coffee mugs, letting victims poison their hands, and then killing them according to habits such as smoking.

Speaking of which, when Fu Jiang took cigarettes from the cigarette case, did he always pop them out and hold them with his mouth?

So it turns out, he is indeed a very cautious guy, no wonder he can get along so well in violent clubs.

Tomie didn't talk to Conan anymore, he didn't think there was anything wrong with his movement of lifting the coffee cup.

Conan, who didn't get a reply, didn't say much, raised his hand and yawned.

"I really envy you adults, you can drink whatever you want."

Conan didn't drink coffee because he was a child.

"There's nothing to envy, the coffee is not good, Conan." Xiaolan rubbed Conan's head.

Children always want to become adults quickly, but adults always hope that they can become children.

A life you no longer have is always desirable.

Xiaolan leaned on the table and pursed her lips. She thought of her childhood and the days when her parents were not separated.

"It's not good to be an adult, adults are irresponsible." Xiaolan's eyes were sad.

What is the difference between separation and divorce?When she was a child, she could only see other children swinging in the air holding the hands of their parents from left to right.

Fu Jiang's pupils and pupils seem to grow together and start to shrink at the same time. If you think bravely, maybe he doesn't have an iris at all, it's just an oversized pupil.

He grabbed Xiaolan's cup, poured a drop of leftover coffee on the table, and sniffed lightly with his nostrils twitching.

Be sober, Lan, you're drinking coffee, not wine!

"Indeed, adults are very irresponsible." Conan looked at Xiaolan's eyes, and his heart was touched. His always positive eyes became a little gloomy.

He has always been able to empathize with Xiaolan's encounters, including her contact with Fu Jiang.

His complete family was not complete either. His parents moved to the United States when he was in his second year of middle school.

Fu Jiang glanced at Xiaolan, then at Conan, understood what they were thinking, and comforted him in a low voice:
"Your parents are not normal."

Quarreled and separated because of poor cooking?Moved abroad for honeymoon for inexplicable reasons?

They seem to have given no thought to how their children will feel.

Therefore, abnormal parents create two abnormal children.

Because Fu Jiang is not very normal, he is very sensitive to abnormal people.

In his opinion, Conan and Xiaolan are abnormal, even more abnormal than him.

Excessive indulging in reasoning, pursuing vain sense of recognition and satisfaction, hoping that all eyes of others will be cast on themselves.

How did Conan's morbid desire for performance come about?Is it subconsciously hoping that my parents can pay more attention to themselves?

And what about Xiaolan?Give blindly, give for others, never think about yourself.

It's really sad to hold the mentality that as long as others think it's good, it doesn't matter how wronged you are.

These two people, who put everything on others, are far more abnormal than Fu Jiang who only thinks about himself and lives for himself.

Fu Jiang popped a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it with a lighter he had snatched.

Then, he and Ikuo Kawazu looked at each other for two seconds.

"Oh." Fu Jiang cut off his cigarette and yawned poorly, "I'm too sleepy."

After speaking, he lay down on the table and closed his eyes.

Really, no one reminded him that it was time to start?
Didn't he know that he was immune to drugs and couldn't detect the drowsiness caused by sleeping pills at all?
Kawazu Ikuo looked at Tomie in silence for a few seconds, and secretly wiped off a cold sweat.

The code, scared him to death.

He thought it was okay for this man to drink such a large amount of sleeping pills.

Is that still human?

"Hmph, I've fallen asleep after all." Kawazu Ikuo stood up and put on the gloves he found somewhere.

"You, what are you going to do? Why are they all asleep?" Conan hurriedly jumped off the chair, ready to say something.

Kawazu Ikuo glanced at Conan, who had short legs and short hands that couldn't even reach the doorknob, walked to Tomie's side indifferently, stretched out his hand and pinched his face.

"Hey, wake up."

The sleeping Fu Jiang would naturally not give any reply, and the only person in the villa who seemed to threaten him was already asleep.

"Ha, it seems that there are only two of us left, kid." Ikuo Kawazu walked towards Conan with a grin.

"You, who are you?" Conan pretended to be scared and sat down on the ground.

"I..." Ikuo Kawazu was about to reply when he suddenly stuck out his tongue, "Ouch!"

He rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with a slap.

Soon, Conan couldn't react.

"What's the matter?" Fu Jiang stroked the ulnar side of his right hand back and forth with his left hand, "Wake me up and sleep by yourself?"

"Hey! What a mess, Tomie!" The sleepy Heiji stood up with a bang.

It's all cliche, why did Fu Jiang knock him out?
Xiao Lan also raised her head from the table, "Is that... your plan failed?"

"There is no failure." Tomie stepped on Kawazu Ikuo's vest, kicked his right foot, and the half-dead "corpse" slid and hit the wall.

"He attacked Conan and confessed his crimes, I saw it, and so did you."

Fu Jiang held down his top hat, raised his drooping head, "Isn't it?"

"No!" Conan yelled, "I'm about to figure out his identity and purpose."

"...He pinched my face." Fu Jiang had no choice but to explain.

"Just because of this?" Heiji opened his mouth wide open.

"This is very important." Fu Jiang seemed to be irritated by others' incomprehension, and walked up to Kawazu Ikuo in a few steps and picked him up by his back collar.

"He touched me, pinched my face, that's very important, he doesn't even have a name, he's just a human being, the most common and normal kind."

He doesn't like people touching him suddenly, and he doesn't like touching others if it is not necessary, but people like Xiaolan can be counted as exceptions.

Kawazu Ikuo is obviously not among them.

"Okay, okay, put him down." Heiji realized his gaffe, and quickly apologized, "It's my fault, I didn't consider you."

His attitude of admitting his mistakes is very sincere, because there are indeed some people who have special quirks, just like cleanliness.

"That. Fujie Gege." Conan reminded: "He has a name, Kawazu Ikuo."

"With me, he has no name." Tomie let go, and Ikuo Kawazu's face hit the ground.

Then he seemed to be in a bad mood, so he opened the door and left.

The moment the door closed, the corners of his mouth parted, and the plan came through.

He quickly sneaked into Ikuo Kawazu's room and began to search. With 8 points of insight, he easily found the first edition of the research book hidden under the cushion.

After opening the inventory and putting away the books, he took a leisurely walk outside the hotel.

Ding, mission accomplished.

Survivors: 8
Reward: 400 pleasure points, Conan's big eyeballs.

Fu Jiang frowned suddenly, why are there only 8 people?

It is reasonable for the murderer not to be counted, so why should he not be counted?
He is not human?
Don't vampires have human rights?

It seems that there is not.

After silently admitting that he is not human, Fu Jiang began to check the task rewards.

Conan's big eyeballs: a miraculous organ with a small amount of power of the god of death, which can be fused with the upgraded labor master of the king of labor (direct transplantation to the eye socket is not recommended)
This rewards a loneliness, and he has no laborer.

However, considering that the king and the master are only a little short, the promotion of the King of Labor may not be far away.

He was really curious about how a watch and an eyeball would fit together.

After strolling around for a while, he walked in after hearing commotion in the hotel.

(End of this chapter)