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

After hanging up the phone, a photo appeared on the phone.

Shirley...changed color.

It really changed color and turned into a Minion!

"Did something go wrong in the mission?" asked Vodka, who was watching Yoko Okino's concert on a tablet opposite.

"No, it's the experimental subject who turned into a Minion." Binga held up the picture on his mobile phone and showed it to Vodka.

Pfft!

The tablet in Vodka's hand fell into the water. He hurriedly fished it out, thanks to the waterproof shell.

"Yellow? Why is Shirley yellow? Didn't she become smaller? Why is she...yellow now?"

"She took the medicine developed by Bitchus, and in order to cover up the cause of the symptoms, Bitchus fed her orange juice for two days."

Binga felt that Bitchus was a little bit weird. The things he researched were always able to hurt the experimental subjects unexpectedly.

Thinking of this, he immediately edited an encrypted message to Bitchus on his mobile phone.

[You can research some more drugs. I will go to the laboratory to transfer any materials you need. - Climb to the highest Binga]

"Hey, Binga, are you secretly letting Bitchus use Shirley for experiments? Will this affect the normal progress of the laboratory?"

Vodka began to doubt. How could such a normal experimental subject become like this?

The outside has become such a mess, and I don’t know where the inside has gone.

"Well... I think what you said makes sense, but there's also Kudo Shinichi, so I don't think there's a problem."

Binga answered this question sincerely because he also wanted to use Shirley for experiments. In a few days, he would learn some medical knowledge from Bitchus and open a clinic in Beika Town, which would be more conducive to monitoring Kudo Shinichi.

"Hey~ Don't talk like a foreigner, it's weird." Vodka shivered in the hot spring. He was really scared by Binga's rigid speech.

"I am a foreigner. Come to think of it, Kudo Shinichi's persistence in tracking down the organization is really admirable. He was about to be beaten to death by me, but he still insisted on asking me why I betrayed the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Is there any need to ask? Of course it's because I get up earlier than the chickens and go to bed later than the dogs when I work at the Metropolitan Police Department. When I finally have time to rest, a dog comes out to harass me!"

"This is ridiculous! Does this even require an answer?"

Binga looked nonchalant, his disdain for the detective almost released into the hot spring.

"According to what you said, Kudo Shinichi doesn't like reasoning at all, he just likes to challenge high difficulty so as to gain more recognition from people. What do you call this? Oh, histrionic personality!"

Vodka nodded in agreement. He didn't expect that he had turned into a first-grade kid with a big head and short legs. His head and body were smaller than those of an ordinary kid, but he still didn't know how to restrain himself. Wasn't he afraid that the organization would find him and kill his entire family?

"Hmm? Histrionic personality? Maybe. I heard from Prosecco that this thing is hereditary. Kudo Shinichi's mother used to be a movie queen, and his father is an absolutely confident detective novelist."

"Well...the combination of the two of them just happened to produce a cocky, attention-seeking child."

Binga climbed out of the hot spring and wiped the water stains on his body with a bath towel. Now that his identity has been exposed, it's time for Kurokawa Yuka to leave.

"Vodka, where's Kurokawa Yuuka?"

"What? Oh, you mean the real Kurokawa Yuuka? She's in Lab 3. Are you going to let her out?"

Vodka asked, not knowing how Binga was going to arrange it.

"She's quite skilled, and Big Brother wanted her to become a peripheral member. But that woman was really cruel. She bit me and broke a few teeth. She's in the lab now, but she's not dead yet."

"Well, I have to let her out, but not now. I'm going to take off Kurokawa Yuka's vest in front of them and make them mad."

"As for the real Kurokawa Yuka, she naturally died in her sacred post,"

Binga folded the bath towel into a tofu block and placed it on the table. He picked up a bottle of energy water and gulped it down. He put the bottle down and shouted, "Qin-chan, Qin-chan, where are you?"

"Come to Daddy."

In the Rose Hot Spring next door, when he heard Binga's voice, his eyebrows twitched, his face instantly fell, and his muscles involuntarily clamored to exercise.

However, before he went out to find Binga, he heard the braying of a donkey again and again.

Binga called out "Qin-chan" and the dwarf donkey responded.

The man and the donkey stood next to Gin and shouted for a long time.

"Gin-chan, you really are daddy's big girl. From now on, you will wear a little skirt and spin around in front of Gin."

Gin couldn't bear it any longer, so he came out of the hot spring, put on some clothes, went out, grabbed Binga and had a fighting exchange with him.

It has to be said that Binga, who used to not even try to hide, can now fight him for two hours with great pleasure.

Apart from his physical shortcomings, he is qualified in fighting techniques.

But his stubbornness, claws, manual haircuts, and sharp knives can kill thousands of years...

As long as it hits the target, this shortcoming can be completely made up for.

Gin sat on the tatami, a cigarette in his mouth, looking at Binga who was sitting in the corner and staring at him with a pair of panda eyes. He wondered which instructor taught him such...dirty tricks.

An instructor on an island: I thought he was a girl at the time, and all he taught her was how to deal with men.

"Hey, what did you write in your self-criticism?" Binga finally remembered to write a self-criticism to Brandy.

I wrote a self-criticism in fifteen minutes and sent it to Brandy, but there has been no response for several days.

With Brandy's personality, he should have told him.

"Huh? I forgot. Vodka wrote it for me." Gin made no secret of asking his younger brother to write the self-review for him. Anyway, he believed he was not wrong.

The key point is that he is very low-key. Three of them destroyed an Osprey, and they found a deep forest to land. Finally, they blew up the wreckage of the plane and dealt with it cleanly.

It didn't even appear on the news.

Isn’t that low-key enough?

After half a month of reflection, he was right!

three days ago.

After receiving two self-reviews, Karasuma Renya hummed an old tune and sat at the computer to open the emails.

The first thing I saw was Gin's apology.

There were 100,000 densely packed words, and just one glance at Karasuma Renya gave him a headache.

The mother-in-law narrated the whole incident in such detail that even a video clip could not provide such details.

This is not the end yet, there will be more detailed explanations, analysis and personal opinions later.

The more Karasuma Renya looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.

In other words, except for the first sentence, everything else is wrong.

And the first sentence is: Dear Boss!

"Bastard!" Uramaru Renya shouted angrily and looked at the butler beside him with sharp eyes.

The butler received his gaze, grabbed the cup and helped him smash it, then slammed the table hard.