Ming Ke: I'm exposing the truth in the winery, true and false

"Yes! I'll take you there now."

Binga patted Gin on the shoulder, and his eyes were full of eagerness.

He even raised an eyebrow at Kavist, thinking that he was extremely charming. He couldn't help but touch his face. Being handsome can sometimes be a burden.

Gin saw his narcissistic look and turned down the corner of his mouth, almost showing my unhappiness on his face.

Binga thought it had hit him right in the heart, said goodbye to Caviste, and took Gin to Prosecco's clinic.

"Why are you here again?" Prosecco saw Gin and Binga, and looked out again. He was a little puzzled when he didn't see Vodka. He felt something was missing without Vodka. "Where's the Vodka?"

"Vodka is on vacation," Binga pushed Gin in front of Prosecco, almost unable to hide his gloating, "Check Gin quickly, he's not in a good mental state."

"Something's wrong?" Prosecco looked up and down at Gin and Binga. In fact, he felt that something was wrong with both of them. No, there was something wrong with Vodka as well. This weird combination was very strange in the organization.

"Yes!" Binga repeated what he had said to Kavist in the lab, emphasizing it, "He was very greasy and had a bit of Alzheimer's disease."

Prosecco nodded in agreement with dead eyes, knowing that he had to focus on examining Gin's brain. Mainly, he also wanted to know what stimulated Gin to suddenly become artistic and greasy.

Binga pushed Gin to go for a checkup, his tone was unusually gentle, "Don't worry, even if you are sick, Vodka and I will not despise you as your boss, go get checked, don't be afraid to see a doctor."

Gin just snorted and followed Prosecco to the examination room. Binga had been talking all the time and didn't give him a chance to speak. When they got to the examination room, he asked, "Is it possible that I was hypnotized?"

Prosecco stroked his chin and thought for a moment before giving a very pertinent answer: "Yes, but it's unlikely."

"You have a strong will and are cautious by nature. If someone hypnotizes you without you noticing, it means that either you fully trust this person or this person is proficient in hypnosis."

Prosecco sat on the stool, found a comfortable position, and said slowly: "There are many people in the organization who can hypnotize, and you should know some, but there are only three people who can be called proficient, Boss, Moscato and me."

"Next are rum, Vermouth, brandy, and Conti. In society, they are known as hypnotists, but in the organization, they are only B level."

"Like other people in the organization who can hypnotize, they can only say that they know the basics. Most people learn how to resist being hypnotized. You should have taken these courses as well."

"Your two brothers...Vodka probably has forgotten to learn this course, Binga knows a little bit," Prosecco said objectively, "I think he prefers to torture you physically."

Gin didn't deny this, Binga did have... a bad temper, didn't have that kind of patience, and his skills weren't up to par.

"Come on, let's check it out first!" Prosecco didn't want to analyze with Gin who hypnotized him.

Binga, who was waiting outside, wandered around, and saw that no one had come out after more than half an hour. He leaned on the window to look inside, and then returned to sit on the sofa.

Cup Household Affairs Hall Hotel.

Without the help of Kudo Shinichi and under the guidance of a well-known person, Megure Juzo classified the case as an accident.

Although this accident was too outrageous, I still called Kurokawa Yuuka.

Binga was bored and saw the incoming call and pressed the answer button.

On the opposite side was Megure Juzo's description of the case and the police's search report.

"Well, Officer Megure, your judgment is correct. This is indeed an accident. Although it is a bit strange that a reporter was also crushed under the chandelier, it is very likely a conflict between reporters competing for first-hand news. It has nothing to do with us."

"According to my reasoning, this was an accident. The Metropolitan Police Department cannot rely solely on detectives to solve cases."

After hanging up the phone, Binga hummed a song and waited for Gin's test results.

Gin came out with the examination report in his hand, his face looked extremely ugly.

The biggest problem is having no problem.

Binga ran out and snatched the report. After seeing the contents, he stared at Gin with murderous eyes and asked, "Are you blind? Laozi accompanied you for the examination. You are a love-brained person!"

"No, there's something wrong with the machine." Gin was too lazy to explain, but became even more annoyed.

Binga didn't care about his mood, and the two of them started fighting in Prosecco's psychological clinic.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you fighting?" Prosecco grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and hid behind the door. When he saw someone injured, he shouted, "Stop fighting, we are all colleagues."

The two didn't stop until someone outside pulled them apart.

Gin covered his face and clicked his tongue. Binga was becoming less and less serious about him. If he hadn't woken him up in time, he would never have let him go.

Binga drove with one hand and thought that Gin must have been kicked in the head by a donkey, so he took out his mobile phone and opened the forum.

He cannot be the only one who knows that Gin is greasy. Everyone needs to brainstorm, find the problem and solve it.

[Help! Gin was suddenly possessed by a demon during a mission. Even though his bullets missed the target within ten meters, he kept whispering to the target character: "Ah~ I miss you so much, Shirley! It's so beautiful, the white snow flying in the wind in the dark, coupled with the blood dripping on it..."]

Boss: When did Gin become so artistic? And a little greasy!

Conti: Gin is crazy. He can even miss the target within ten meters?

Brandy: Is Shirley pretty? Is my girlfriend Glass pretty?

Prosecco: He has been examined by me. Except for his bad mood, everything else is healthy. The main reason for his bad mood is that he suspects that his partner doesn’t love him!!! [Examination report.jpg]

Vodka: Impossible, you are talking nonsense, how could I not know whether my elder brother has a girlfriend? My elder brother likes blondes and dark skin! [female singer.jpg]

Chianti: He likes bourbon?

Calvados: Isn't Bourbon a rat? And a male. Does the organization have blond hair and dark skin?

Rum: There are very few Negroids in the organization, and the boss dislikes their intelligence (and looks).

Moscato: Why did he call Shirley? Do they have a secret?