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

When Shuichi Akai saw the reply, he kept bringing his phone closer to his eyes and began to question what language Rena Mizunashi sent him the message.

I took another look at the message I sent to Rena Mizunashi, asking her about Judy...

But what Mizuno Rena replied was that she ate him?

have eaten?

eat!

Now!

Are they on the same channel?

Jill looked at the vomit on the ground and retched again. She didn't know what happened and lost a part of her memory. When she woke up, she was chewing... vomit...

I chewed it...and even broke one of my teeth.

She wanted to die.

She came to go undercover in the organization and get close to the core.

Not colluding with the organization's perversion.

The sacrifice now is huge.

It's not about adding money.

There is a psychological problem.

Now she no longer cared about Shuichi Akai's reply and immediately went to the hospital for gastric lavage.

Human joys and sorrows are not the same.

Moscato, who did the bad thing, rode on a skateboard on the street with an ice cream in his hand, returned to his hotel, quickly packed his things, and pulled his suitcase to Binga's safe house.

After Binga finished the follow-up cleanup work, he found that there were two more people in his safe house. His eyelids twitched suddenly, and he felt that his safe house was about to become a hotel.

Fortunately, he is not short of money, otherwise he would have been bankrupted by these people.

It is normal for Gin to bring vodka to eat and drink for free. Before it was brandy, and now it is Moscato. I am really impressed by these people. Is it because the hotel arranged by the organization is not comfortable enough or his sofa is too popular? Why do they all like to lie on it and sleep?

It turned out that the hotel arranged by the organization was too comfortable, which made me bored, so I came out to have fun.

The sofa in Binga's living room is wide and soft. Lying on it relaxes your muscles and helps you sleep.

"Hey, Gin, what do you do with your own safe house? You spend the better part of a month sleeping on my couch. After a while, do you think of my safe house as your own home?"

Binga didn’t mind having one more person in the safe house, since it was all organized anyway, and he had no plans to buy a house.

Gin quickly sat up from the sofa, pretending to be thinking, nodded, looked at Binga, and said seriously: "That's fine, I'll ask Vodka to move my things over."

"Ah? Gin, are you so shameless now?" Moscato hugged Sable off him and looked at Gin with surprise, which was very inconsistent with Gin's character.

"Vodka's safe house was too shabby, so I lent him mine."

Gin even found a reason. Vodka lived in an old, shabby apartment, which could not have the privacy of an independent house.

It’s all because of Vodka, this annoying little brother.

"Well, you are still so hypocritical. You just want to eat for free."

Moscato raised his eyebrows. Gin was sometimes very childish, especially when he and Brandy were together. They were just like elementary school students playing with each other.

Gin didn't refute. It wasn't that embarrassing to have a free meal. The main reason was that he didn't want to eat sandwiches. He ate sandwiches 300 days out of 365 days a year. He had been eating them for almost ten years and was about to vomit.

Especially the green pepper and potato sandwich, I really can’t imagine what Vodka was thinking and how he made it.

Fortunately, he can endure it to a certain extent.

"Let's have barbecue tonight. The smell of barbecue this morning really smelled good to me."

Binga yawned, opened the refrigerator, scooped out half a cup of ice, and made himself a cup of iced American coffee to refresh himself.

"Okay, I'll let Vodka bring the things over." Gin took the initiative to take on the task of buying vegetables and meat, and asked Vodka to move all the daily necessities from his safe house.

After thinking about it, he realized that the land next door was also organized, so they would rebuild a safe house next door. He was not here for free, but to stay there temporarily.

With this idea in mind, the organization members were arranged to start building a house next door, or a warehouse that looked like a house. Anyway, Gin's safe house was used as a warehouse.

Binga didn't know that he was going to have a new neighbor, Gin, and he was going to be eating free meals for a long time.

After receiving the news, Vodka's head was full of question marks. His mind was full of questions: Was his brother's safe house discovered by his mortal enemy, or was there a problem?

However, out of trust in his eldest brother, he still arranged everything and quickly contacted the decorators to re-plan and build a safe house on the land next to Binga.

Then we went to a large supermarket and started shopping, and found a part-time worker to clean up the mess after dinner.

Binga was more interested in knowing what was going on with Kudo Shinichi and Shirley. If the Neon Public Security Bureau really wanted to deport Conan, they could just take him to an overseas island for experiments.

But it doesn’t matter. As long as the organization wants to, it can find the missing two children.

It’s just a little troublesome to deal with the follow-up.

Binga sat on the sofa and checked this week's work records. All the trivial tasks had been completed.

The important task now is Itakura Taku. Since he was transformed from a Tai to a Big One last time, the work progress has been significantly improved, which made him fall into deep thought.

"Hey, Gin, are there a lot of people in the organization who are not active in doing their missions?"

He had a bold idea, that is, to turn all the people in the organization who were perfunctory in their tasks into big ones.

It doesn't have much impact anyway.

"Well, well, what do you think?"

Gin thought Binga wanted to make trouble again, but he was very capable and could ignore his little temper. If he wanted to make trouble for someone, then let him make trouble for him. Can someone who is not proactive in doing tasks in the organization still be asked to help?

Of course not!

Since he is not a human being, he is dead.

"Oh, you know that Itakura Taku was not cooperative with the work before, but now he is very active in his work and has exceeded the work schedule this month."

Binga spoke slowly and said that he felt that Gin might not agree to this.

"Huh? What did you give him to eat?" Gin was concerned about what weird thing Binga had come up with. The drug that smelled of gunpowder and cleared his memory last time... I didn't want to say it, it was too against the will of Heaven.

I really don’t know what’s going on in his little head.

"I didn't give him anything to eat. He just went on strike and lay in the room in the shape of a character '太'. I cut him with a knife and turned him into a big one. Then that night, my progress improved."

Binga felt that they were guilty of not completing the mission, and that their minds would return to normal if they were cleared up.

At first Gin didn't understand, but when he converted every word Binga said into images, he understood it all, and his face suddenly became strange.

I still feel a little cold, and I always feel that it is not safe to sleep on the sofa. Should I sleep on my stomach in the future?

"You castrated him?"

Moscato opened his mouth wide, and because of his young age, this expression looked a bit cute.

But the words that followed broke the filter of his handsome image.

"You still want to castrate a large number of people in the organization?"

"Work efficiency has improved!" Binga said seriously. He was just thinking about the organization, mainly... he wanted to...

His eyes fell uncontrollably on Gin.