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

Conan didn't expect that Binga would not cause trouble for Gin, but instead beat him up even though he was already a disabled person and an experimental subject.

Now he felt his head buzzing, and the sound was getting louder and louder, as if it was going to burst through his head.

A feeling of dizziness immediately came over me, the scene in front of my eyes started to blur, and my body became heavy, unable to support its own weight.

At the same time, his mind became confused, and his brain rolled like waves, making him Binga's sandbag.

He seriously suspected that this man was sick, so what was the point if he didn't go find Gin to beat him up.

Binga stopped beating when he was tired, touched Conan's neck to make sure he was not dead, and waved to Kavist, "I'm leaving first."

When I opened the door, I saw Gin leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth.

Binga was already furious with Conan, and when he saw Gin, who was eavesdropping and laughing at him, his eyes were filled with anger.

Gin exhaled a puff of smoke, held half a cigarette between his fingers, raised his hand with a hint of embarrassment, and asked, "Do you smoke?"

After beating the experimental subject, you can't beat him anymore. Besides, he was wronged. It was all the experimental subject's nonsense. He never thought that way.

Binga ignored him and just stared at Gin fiercely.

"I'm here to mock Vermouth and Shirley." Gin finally explained.

And this explanation stopped in Binga's ears and automatically translated into 'I'm here to see my old lover'.

"Hmph!" Binga snorted coldly, ignored Gin, and left the institute.

After Gin finished smoking the cigarette, he was no longer in the mood to mock Vermouth. He went to the parking lot, opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

"Hey, brother, why are you so fast today?" Vodka looked at Gin in surprise. Normally, his brother would stay in the research institute for at least half an hour, but today he came out in just ten minutes.

"Well, let's go back to my safe house." Gin thought it would be better not to go to Binga for free food and drinks today.

He was not afraid, but he just didn't want to see Binga get angry when he saw him and make him unhappy.

Similarly, Binga made a dish of beef with tomatoes, potatoes, and salad, a dish of shredded kelp, a bowl of egg drop soup, and a bowl of rice and brought them to the desk. He turned on the computer and began to study the software developed by Itakura Taku.

Five hours later, Binga stretched, moved to the side, and started eating.

Because the food was placed on the heating pad, it was not cold, but he was obviously more annoyed that Gin didn't come back today.

For Binga, Gin just wants to save Vermouth.

Ah!

The person is useless, don't even think about it.

And that guy Kudo Shinichi actually compared him to Gin and said he was a low-end version of Gin.

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to kill Gin.

I picked up my phone and saw several emails on it, all of which were information sent by the two imitations living in Kurokawa's house.

The Kudo couple went to visit the Mori family, and Akai Shuichi went to the Polo Cafe for two consecutive days, staying for a whole day each time.

The FBI all moved into Kudo's house, apparently using it as their base.

"Akai Shuichi went to the Polo Cafe... maybe he discovered Bourbon's identity. After all, his brain is not all about gigolos, so it's not surprising that he got suspicious so quickly."

Binga replied to the two men, asking them to keep watching and to detonate the bomb when there were many people around.

There was also some information sent to him by personnel from other organizations. After processing them one by one, he continued to study the software of Itakura Taku and improve it.

As for why he was so persistent, it was because he didn't believe that Itakura Taku would be honest. Maybe there was some big bomb hidden inside. He had to check and analyze it one by one and make sure it was safe before using it.

By midnight, Binga had finally combined Itakura Taku's software with the memory encoding program he had developed.

Out of confidence, he believed that there was absolutely no problem with the system.

So he entered Gin's information, including his pupils and fingerprints, and almost all the information about Gin from the organization's database.

The problem is that it was Gin who died, so it was just a good opportunity to make way for him.

It was successful, even though Gin was lucky and became the first experimenter.

Binga, who was resting on the chair, felt that if he only recorded Gin's information, he might be severely punished, so he imported his own information.

Because of the high-intensity work, Binga did not turn off the computer and fell asleep directly on the bed.

The rotating image of a lens on the computer screen just now turned into a crow, and then countless cherry blossoms flew towards the crow, devouring it and destroying it...

At five o'clock the next day, Binga was awakened by a series of fatal calls. He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was a call from Kurokawa's imitation.

"what's up?"

"Oh, it exploded? Are they all dead? Forty-five kilograms of explosives didn't kill Akai Shuichi? Okay, I get it."

Binga hung up the phone, yawned, and sent an email to Gin.

[The Kudo residence exploded, 13 people died, and Akai Shuichi escaped. ——Binga]

After receiving the news, Gin's depressed mood finally eased a little. He picked out a few tasks and gave them to the three-man team of Crouching Dragon, Phoenix and Little Dog, and also found some simple tasks for Vodka.

I went to the organization's training base for physical training.

Recently, Binga has been able to fight with him. He must have neglected training, otherwise he would start to show off again.

The weather was clear and cloudless, except for a layer of haze over Beika Town.

The explosion of Kudo's residence not only destroyed their own house, but also the house of Professor Agasa next door. If someone had lived there, there would have been no possibility of survival.

Police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department and firefighters assisted in carrying out piles of human tissue from Kudo's residence.

Some young police officers vomited on the spot, and even Megure Jusan, who had been in the profession for decades, turned pale.

This cannot be explained away by a simple explanation of a gas pipe leak or explosion; it was caused by a large number of bombs.

"Officer Megure, judging from these human tissues, it is definitely not just the Kudo couple, but more than a dozen people, and not a single intact body."