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

Then he looked at the two people leaving in disbelief. Everything he just heard made his three views collapse.

It was clearly the organization that did it, so why did Kurokawa Yuuka help to conceal it? Was it really as he thought, that she betrayed him?

If this is the case, should we alert the Japanese police? No, no, we must find evidence.

Organization...I will definitely defeat you.

No one heard Conan's thoughts, but during the time they were in the hospital, they encountered several murders.

First, a deceased person appeared in a gathering of close friends in the next ward, and then Kogoro Mouri was regarded as a suspect.

Megure Jusan still simply relies on detectives to solve cases, but the love-brained Shiratori Rensaburo focuses on investigating Conan and the people living in Kudo's house, and finds that wherever Conan appears, there must be a dead person.

Or wherever you go, there you die.

At first, no one believed him after he reported to his superiors, but when they showed the cases, they found that there was a Conan behind every case, and everyone couldn't help but doubt him.

After the two cases in the hospital this time, Shiratori Jinsaburo began to suspect that Conan was the one who did it.

Even if he didn't do it, it's still related to him.

Because he found out that Conan was a kid who broke the law knowingly.

Of course, there are exceptions, and that is the silly guy Takagi Wataru.

His mouth is like a funnel, he says whatever you ask. He has mentioned this matter to Sato Miwako several times, and now there is a rift between them.

As expected, only Miss Kurokawa is the kindest.

I have to say that Binga is quite skilled in fish farming.

Brandy, who was in the neon area and had not left for the time being because he was writing a self-criticism, heard about Binga's actions and felt like a fish in his pond.

He is no different from those bootlickers, and he has been dating others for so many years without any name or status.

Not only did he waste his feelings, but also his youth. He really wanted to be with Glass and even get married.

Not only was I deceived, but they were still the same gender.

Even if I tell him it's Vermouth... No, I can't accept it. I'm almost thinking he's too cute.

"Gin, pour me a glass of wine. I'm in a bad mood." Brandy leaned on the sofa and sulked, and asked Gin to pour him a glass of wine.

Gin, who was squeezing orange juice in the kitchen, didn't even raise his eyelids and said lightly: "Are you sure? The wife will come to send their son in half an hour. Are you sure you don't want to dress up?"

"What? He even has a son!" Brandy was so angry that he couldn't even breathe. In a rage, he kicked open Binga's room without even wearing slippers, took a shower in his bathroom, and applied smears on his body.

Binga came back from outside and found someone in the bathroom as soon as he entered. When he opened the door, he saw Brandy taking his customized face cream and scooping half a palm's worth of it to apply on his body.

"Ahhhhhhh! My cream, ahhhhhhh, Brandy, I'm going to kill you!"

Brandy was kicked into the bathtub unexpectedly, but for someone like him who has been walking on the brink of life and death for years, Binga was really not enough.

In a flash, the two of them were wrestling in the room. Brandy had no idea why he got so mad. It was just some facial oil. At most, she could just buy him a few more bottles.

It’s not like I can’t afford it.

"Hey, are you really that petty? You got so angry just because I used your facial oil. You must be angry. I didn't get angry even when your wife came to send our son."

Brandy dodged, but continued to apply the cream on his body in clumps. He always felt that the skin felt smooth and delicate when applied with the cream.

"Facial oil?" Binga's eyes almost popped out. He called the facial cream he customized facial oil. A mouthful of blood got stuck in his throat.

For those who don't understand the meaning of this cream, it's like talking to a cow.

Finally, I took a deep breath to calm myself down and asked through gritted teeth, "Why are you using this when there is body lotion..."

"Oh, I used it to rub my heels yesterday, and it worked pretty well." He put the brandy to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, "and it doesn't have any smell, I like it."

Binga almost fainted from anger. He wiped his heels with a bottle of cream that cost tens of thousands of dollars and was custom-made from a tissue laboratory...

"Good, very good! You are really a living father!"

"I heard from Gin that your son is coming. I can't ignore my image. After all, your son has to call me dad."

Brandy touched the delicate skin, it felt really good. No wonder Gin felt more comfortable living here than living alone.

And there are so many daily necessities. Think about your own safe house. Apart from cigarettes and alcohol, there is no sign of life at all.

I usually don’t like to go back. I’m either doing missions or staying at the base.

As expected, I still need a wife, ugh, and a younger brother who understands life and takes care of me.

"Me? My son?" Binga was confused. When did he have a son? He began to recall the opposite sex and the same sex he had met since he was a child. They were either old or ugly, or had no taste, or...

Mudd!

Bastard Gin!

Destroy my innocence!

Binga took a deep breath again and pushed Brandy out the door, "Get out, I need some quiet time."

"Hey, this facial oil..." Brandy wanted to struggle, thinking that he hadn't finished applying it yet, it was quite useful after all.

"This is it for you." Binga said coldly, pushed the man out and slammed the door.

First, Gin used his facial mask, and then Brandy tried his facial cream.

No, they have to leave quickly.

Binga took out his mobile phone, retrieved the video screenshot of Brandy Big Hand Button Cream from the surveillance camera, and opened the organization's forum.

[Heartbroken! The highest level of squandering! [Digging out face cream and rubbing it on the heels.jpg]......]

Boss: Isn’t this a facial cream specially made by the laboratory for wealthy ladies?

Vermouth: Awesome! I only use it to wipe my face and neck.

Chianti: Do all the men in our organization live such a refined life? I can't even afford it.

Cavister: The value of this cream is equivalent to Gin’s Porsche 356A, so rich!

Bit Chusi: I also know a little about medicinal skin care products. Sisters in the organization can come to me if they are interested. I will give them to you for free. Just tell me the effects.

Anonymous 1: The person above is talking nonsense. The essence water you researched will cause vitiligo if you apply it on a monkey's butt.

Anonymous 2: I didn’t expect there were victims. I used his anti-wrinkle cream on my Shar-Pei and the wrinkles really disappeared. My face became like a skeleton.

Anonymous 3: Victim +1.

Moscato: Judging from the background, this is not his cream, but someone else's cream used in someone else's home, and he doesn't know the value of this bottle of cream.