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

Do not!

Or like miles.

"I'm Lan Yingzi, an employee of Polo Cafe. I just started yesterday. Are you okay, sir? Do you want me to take you home?"

Hearing the name, he subconsciously called out, "Miss Lan..., excuse me, I'm at the Maori Detective Agency above the Polo Cafe. I'm Maori Kogoro."

"You can come to me if you have any difficulties!"

"Mr. Maori, you are too drunk. Let me take you home." Xiaolan helped Maori Kogoro back downstairs.

"Miss Lan...how old are you? Your voice is so similar to my daughter's. I almost thought it was my daughter calling me just now!"

Kogoro Mouri stood at the door, pretending that he couldn't open the door with his key, and chatted casually.

"Is this Miss Xiaolan? You were surprised to see me for the first time! Since Mr. Maori is already home, I'll leave first."

Xiaolan almost ran away. She was afraid that she would not be able to hold back her tears and would blurt out the name of her father.

He is obviously their father, but others call him dad, and they, their own children, cannot stand in front of him.

When Xiaolan left, Kogoro Mouri also opened the door, sat on the sofa and fell into a rare state of thinking.

After a while, Xiaolan and Conan came back and he continued to pretend to be drunk.

Now he had a feeling that it was unreal, but the moment he saw Xiaolan, he felt at ease. Maybe it was really a coincidence.

Miss Lan's face shape may be like that of Yingli, so it is natural that she looks somewhat like Xiaolan.

He closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

Xiaolan ran back to the rental house, covered her face and began to cry. The strength she had shown outside was no longer there.

She didn't even dare to stay in front of her father for too long, for fear that those people would target him and implicate her father.

But when she saw her friends, father, and acquaintances chatting and laughing with others, asking about their well-being, she couldn't control the bitterness in her heart.

Who should she go to now?

Who can I ask for help?

Shinichi's figure appeared in my mind.

"Shinichi..."

"Yes, I can find Shinichi. He has already recognized me."

She took out her cell phone, edited a message, hesitated when clicking send, and then deleted all the messages.

As for 'Kudo Shinichi' who she thought recognized her, he was lying on his back sleeping on Maori Xiaogo's double bed.

Binga sat in the living room and showed today's spoils to Gin.

"Hey, what's that look in your eyes?"

"Nothing, you just bought it a few days ago and haven't worn it yet." Gin looked at one of the lipsticks and said in a difficult way: "I bought that last time."

"Hmm?" Binga opened the lipstick and took a look. It was a bean paste color. He confirmed that he had never bought it before. He ran to the dressing room and took down the one he bought last time. He held it in front of Gin and said, "The one I bought last time was a dried rose color. This one is a bean paste color."

Gin looked at the one on the left, then at the one on the right, but couldn't tell the difference between the two colors. Finally, he set his gaze on Binga's face and gave him a sneak attack.

"Hmm, it tastes different."

Binga: ...

"Your holiday is tomorrow, it's time to do the mission."

Gin pulled Binga onto his lap and stated a fact.

Thinking back to the guy I saw today... Broken Rum, I pounced on him as soon as I saw him, and dragged him into the box.

"Oh, it seems so. Time flies." Binga lowered his eyes, hooked Gin's chin, and asked, "Can I work with Vodka on logistics? And can you replace your old car? I can't stretch my legs."

Gin thought about this problem seriously. Binga absolutely could not work with Vodka on logistics, otherwise his action team would become a sitting duck for all departments of the entire organization.

Asking him to do intelligence missions... No, that would be putting a hat on his head. He doesn't believe that Binga can seriously get intelligence.

Go snipe... Binga's technique is as fierce as a tiger, but the actual distance is 250 meters, not as good as the sniper duo of Crouching Dragon and Phoenix.

His own action team used to have Vermouth assist in gathering intelligence, but now Vermouth has been interrogated by Rum and is now useless.

The only one who can replace Vermouth is Binga.

But Binga can replace Vermouth, but he doesn't have Vermouth's freedom and rights, which is a bit of a loss.

After considering for a while, he put aside his feelings and decided to take Vermouth's place, which was the most advantageous.

"Tomorrow you and I will go to see the Boss and take over Vermouth's job."

"Ah? You're going to take me to see the Boss? Promote my status? Or make me a star? It's not impossible to let me take over Vermouth's power."

If Binga had a tail, it would have been wagging it. If there was anything more important than improving one's status in the organization, Gin would have to take a back seat.

Seeing that the corners of his mouth were about to stretch to his temples, Gin put his hand on his forehead, gathered the loose hair on his forehead, and explained helplessly:

"You think too much. My action team didn't have anyone specializing in intelligence before, so it was Vermouth who came to assist. Now you are mine, and you can just take her place."

"*****, Boss, are you getting old and confused? If a jerk like Vermouth can lead the intelligence team, why can't I? It must be that old Deng has lived too long, ****, ********"

When Binga heard this, he started to curse and even blamed the Boss.

Gin's mind was boiling with confusion as he listened to this. He vaguely remembered that once he scolded his boss, his expression changed in a variety of ways.

"Oh, there's news about Mao Lilan. She's working part-time at Polo Cafe." At this point, Binga forced a perverted smile, "She and Kudo Shinichi are really a perfect match. They're both so confident."

Binga got up from Gin's lap, sat on the sofa next to him, picked up the cigarette box on the coffee table, shook out a cigarette, lit it with the cigarette lighter, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Humph, it's just a rat. Find a chance to get rid of it."

He heard from Vodka that Binga was knocked down and injured by the man.

Although it's a bit outrageous, the fact is that Binga was beaten and injured by a female senior.

He wanted to try out how good that high school girl was.

Even if Bingacai was there, he wouldn't be injured.

Ordinary people would hold back on their strength when fighting, for fear of killing the other person.

People like them who have been specially trained in the organization don't have this concept, because there are absolute limits on what force can cause death and what force can cause injury.

And Binga is not the kind of person who would be gentle with women.

He and those female...best friends are all about face, and if there is a conflict of interest, they will not show mercy.

Binga just puts his bad side out in the open.

"What authority do you plan to give me, Boss? Can I step on you?"

Binga is still very persistent in improving his position in the organization. Any hesitation for even a second between Gin and improving his own position would be disrespectful to the organization.

"I haven't provoked you recently, and it won't do you any good if you step on me." Gin couldn't understand why Binga wanted to step on him so much, and how he had done anything wrong to him.

"Oh, I know, but you want to kill me because of the power struggle." Binga twisted the cigarette butt in the ashtray a few times, leaned back on the sofa, and dangled his crossed legs.