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

"Oh, Shirley, it's really ugly to be mixed in with a group of little ghosts!"

Gin stared at Shirley on the surveillance camera. He became excited and the bloodthirsty gene boiled in his body. He took out his Beretta, ready to shoot the person to death directly through the window.

Binga slapped Gin's hand on his shoulder with his mummified hand and snorted, "You're pressing on my wound."

Gin's mind suddenly became clear. He lowered his head and stared at Binga, ruthlessly exposing him, "Your shoulder is not injured."

Binga: ...Can I say that I just simply wanted to beat you?

"Drive those brats away," Gin ordered coldly, feeling annoyed at the sight of them.

Binga put on Kurokawa Yuka's vest, took out his cell phone and called the police.

The one who heard the call for help was Kurokawa Yuuka, and Shiratori Jinsaburo requested the police to respond, and the response speed was three times the usual.

As soon as Shiratori Renzaburo arrived at Kurokawa's house, he saw a child climbing up the fence gate and about to climb over it.

"Hey, stop." Shiratori Renzaburo reached out and pulled Kojima Genta down, angrily scolding him, "Do you know that trespassing is illegal? Didn't your family teach you that?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, we just want to see the car of Officer Kurokawa's boyfriend!" Ayumi apologized first, but she refused to change her mind and still wanted to see the Porsche 356A. After all, this kind of car is rare.

When Shiratori Renzaburo heard about her boyfriend, he felt like he was struck by lightning.

All I could think about was that Officer Kurokawa had a boyfriend.

Boy friend...

Boy friend...

In a trance, I looked in the direction the kids were pointing and saw that it was a classic car from the last century.

Although I can only see half of the car body, I know that this kind of car is loved by the old gang.

He couldn't let Officer Kurokawa be deceived by the old man, and...his family was also very rich...

Binga heard the noise outside, sat in a wheelchair, slowly opened the door, and greeted Shiratori Renzaburo.

"I'm so sorry, Officer White Bird, I saw those kids climbing up the gate and there's electricity there, so I was really worried that something might happen to them."

Binga made a Japanese-style distressed expression, "Yesterday I was catching mice and accidentally fell down the stairs and broke my leg. It's really inconvenient."

"It's okay, you can come to me for this kind of thing, Officer Kurokawa." Shiratori Renzaburo's eyes swept back and forth like an electronic surveillance camera, as if he was trying to find something dirty.

Without noticing, a few children ran in and surrounded Gin's Porsche 356A. Binga's face quickly turned cold and he looked at Shirley, who was shaking like a sieve and trying to minimize her presence.

"Wow, it's a real car. Can I sit in it?" Ayumi said.

"No, entering someone else's house without the owner's consent is very rude. Officer Shiratori, please send them out. Otherwise, I won't be responsible if anything happens!"

Binga stared at Shirley with a grim look, then smiled kindly, "I think I saw the mouse that ran away!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Haibara Ai's pupils shrank, and even though her body was shaking, she forced the children to walk out.

"Okay, let's go."

"What a sensible child. But I am also very grateful to Officer Shiratori!"

Binga knew how to have the best of both worlds. Seeing that Shiratori Renzaburo had no intention of leaving, he invited him, "Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?"

"Oh, is it okay? Thank you for your help, Officer Kurokawa."

Binga's mouth twitched, but before he could react, Shiratori Renzaburo had already taken the initiative to push the wheelchair. He was much more perceptive than Gin.

After entering the room, Shiratori Renzaburo observed quickly, using all the skills of a detective to find clues. When he saw the shoes of the strange man, he immediately became alert.

"Does Officer Kurokawa have any guests at home?"

Binga thought of Gin still upstairs and the shoes at the door, and said with a smile: "Yeah, he's not really a guest."

"Oh, is it a friend who comes to take care of you? But this is too careless." Shiratori Renzaburo began to flatter the love rival he had never met before, and considerately helped to make tea.

"Yeah, what a nasty fellow, but I'm sorry to ask you to do it yourself after inviting you to tea."

Binga said sorry, but there was no look of apology on his face. He was enjoying the brewed tea.

"That's okay. If it's inconvenient for Officer Kurokawa, I can come and take care of you every day."

When it comes to the skill of licking a dog, Shiratori Jinzaburo is comparable to Calvados. Binga just felt a chill all over his body and felt more and more disgusted with Vermouth.

"By the way, the one who's here to take care of you...is it your boyfriend?"

Changing the subject, Shiratori Renzaburo asked the question in his mind. He still wanted to compare himself with the old gang leader to see where he was inferior.

puff--

Binga spit out the tea in his mouth, as if he didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

Shiratori Renzaburo felt that something was not right. Could it be that it was not his boyfriend, but he had misunderstood? He mustered up the courage to ask, "Then, then, is the person who came to take care of you your boyfriend?"

Binga sat in a wheelchair, leaned back for a moment, then quickly straightened his body, squinted his eyes, and said carefully: "He is my good nephew outside the field."

When Gin, who was on the second floor, heard these words, a villain-like smile appeared on his lips, and a coldness emanated from his whole body.

"So that's how it is. I'm so sorry! I misunderstood." Shiratori Renzaburo scratched his head. No wonder he was so careless. It turned out to be his nephew. There was no problem then. He was probably driving the car of an elder in the family.

The two chatted for a while, and Binga sent the man away. When it comes to fishing, he is much better than Vermouth. After all, men understand men best.

After closing the gate, Binga saw Gin fiddling with something under the roots of a tree in the yard. He was shocked and thought, this bastard is not going to buy bombs.

Sneaking up to Gin, what did he see!

Gin feeds a pure black kitten with a bottle!

That milk bottle...

"You, you, you..." Binga's eyes widened as he stared at the little black kitten that was biting the bottle, and his hands were shaking as he pointed at Gin.

He, he actually used the cat bottle to feed him.

He was wondering how Gin got this kind of bottle. He thought it was given as a gift when he bought milk powder, but who knew he used the bottle to feed the cat.

Binga felt that he was having trouble breathing, and the pent-up air in his chest made double vision appear in front of his eyes.

Gin turned his head slowly, glanced at the kitten in his hand, then glanced at Binga, and said lightly: "It's been washed."

Bang!

When Binga heard this, he fell straight to the ground.

Gin looked at the fainted Binga, put the kitten on his shoulder, walked to Binga, helped him up and dragged him into the room.

He rummaged through the medicine box for the medicine left by Bitchus and stuffed a pill into Binga's mouth.

Fifteen minutes passed.

Didn't wake up.

Another one was stuffed in.

After taking three pills in a row, Binga woke up, pushed Gin away, stumbled into the bathroom and started to have diarrhea.

"Asshole, what the hell did you give me to eat?"