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

It's against my will, really against my will.

"Mr. Uozuka Jiro, I speak English pretty well. If you have any questions, we can communicate in English."

Mitsuru Mamiya did a great job of expressing your Japanese language in a tactful way. Let me stop talking. I really don’t want to guess what he is saying. At this moment, more brain cells have died than in the past month or so.

"You're so polite. No need to pity me. My Neon language is good too." Binga proudly raised his thumb and gave a thumbs up without saying anything else.

"He doesn't speak Japanese very well, so he can only understand the general idea and doesn't understand the meaning. Please forgive me. After all, he is the one taking the exam. I am only responsible for supervision and cannot interfere too much. He knows the general situation."

Vodka found an excuse for not wanting to talk.

"Master, there is an inventor and four children, two of whom are drunkards, who want to stay with us."

The gardener chased after him and reported that he had already driven the man away, but he did not dare to leave, as he could not just throw the man out.

"Inventor..." Mamiya Mitsuru held his chin with one hand and looked at the foreign trainee detective who couldn't speak Japanese fluently, and his full-time translator.

I thought that the inventor must have a very flexible mind and might be able to think of a way to unlock the secret of the treasure.

"Then let them in. Just say it's my friends who are visiting."

"But the master...the lady." The gardener was a little embarrassed, as the lady's temper and spirit were not very good.

"It's okay, go ahead, I'll explain to him." Mamiya Mitsuru urged, wanting to see if this foreign trainee detective could find any clues.

Although he is not good at Japanese and is a bit overconfident, he is quite capable to be able to enter a detective agency abroad. Maybe his weakness is just language.

If that doesn't work, you can communicate in English.

A moment later, the gardener brought in Professor Agasa and the Junior Detective League.

"Hey, Yuantai's parents are really too much. They even sprayed paint in my house. His father even intercepted my father halfway and almost got into trouble."

Although Mitsuhiko was sad about Genta's death, he no longer felt the sadness he had felt because of the troubles he had suffered at the hands of Genta's parents.

"It's the same in my family. The neighbors look at my parents differently now." Ayumi lowered her head, obviously very sad.

"Hey, try to understand them. Didn't the doctor take us out to relax? If they continue to pester us, just call the police."

Conan comforted the two of them, holding a bottle of Russian vodka in his hand. He raised it up and took a big gulp.

The gardener took a sneak peek at the wine in the kid's hand and sniffed it hard to confirm that it was wine. He complained in his heart that city people really know how to have fun. They have trained the kid to be good at drinking from bottles at such a young age.

After Haibara Ai entered the castle, she suddenly began to tremble. She was very frightened and took out a bottle of gin from her backpack and gulped it down. However, there was no improvement and she trembled even more violently.

"Conan, I have a bad feeling."

As soon as they finished speaking, they looked up and saw Vodka and Binga standing in front of them.

"Yes, it's them..." Haibara Ai's pupils contracted violently and she kept backing away. Her heart beat more and more violently, as if it was about to jump out of her throat, and her body was shaking uncontrollably.

Conan put the bottle into his belt, crossed his arms to block Haibara Ai, and glanced again, but did not see Gin. Since Vodka was there, why was Gin not there?

Who is the foreign man next to Vodka?

"Vodka...Can children drink it?" The focus on vodka is always so outrageous.

"Sure, you can kill a bear after drinking it." Binga stared at Conan jokingly. He clearly felt the malice emanating from Conan just now.

Can't go wrong, just disgusting.

Kudo Shinichi is still as annoying as ever. When I am free again I will pull out these vegetables and plant flowers.

"Hahahahahaha, so funny." Ayumi and Mitsuhiko couldn't help laughing out loud. Isn't this the legendary plastic sisterhood?

However, when Binga's gaze, as if he was looking at a dead person, fell on the two little ghosts, their laughter stopped abruptly, and then an old female voice was heard, "It's really lively today."

"Mother-in-law, this is Mr. Jiro Uozuka and Mr. Saburo Uozuka, interns from the detective agency. Mr. Jiro is not very good at speaking Japanese."

Mamiya Mitsuru explained the origins of several people as quickly as possible.

"Dr. Agasa is an inventor and a rare talent with high IQ. They may be able to help us unlock the secrets of this castle."

As for the little ghosts, he simply ignored them. The key point was that these smart ones could help crack the code of wealth.

"Oh, that's really enviable. We must solve the mystery left by our great-grandfather..." Masuo Mamiya, sitting in a wheelchair, looks haggard and his voice is very hoarse, exuding a terrifying atmosphere.

Binga stared at the '83-year-old lady' in the wheelchair in front of him. He could tell at a glance that the old woman in front of him was not an old woman, but there was no sign of disguise, so it could only be plastic surgery.

What is puzzling is that most people try to look younger and prettier through plastic surgery, but why did this person turn herself into an old woman?

But this also confirms one thing, that this castle holds secrets.

Binga and Vodka looked at each other, nodded, and said to Mamiya Mitsuru, "Then let's go around, maybe the mystery of this castle can be solved."

Conan stared at the backs of Vodka and Binga as they left, dragged the trembling Huihara Ai to a corner, and shouted anxiously in a low voice: "Hey, who is the man with corn braids next to Vodka? Organization, why are the people from the organization here?"

"Binga, that man is Binga."

Haibara Ai trembled in fear, and the fear became uncontrollable when she thought of that man.

In order to calm down, he took two big gulps of gin, chewed it a few times in his mouth before swallowing it, as if he was eating gin's flesh and drinking gin's blood.

"That man who was even more cruel than Gin. Didn't you ask me about what happened at the Beihuzheng Hall Hotel? The last people I saw were him and Gin, and I don't know what happened after that."