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

Kogoro Mouri accepted the commission and his heart was moved when he looked at Hirota Masami in front of him. She was his type.

"I'm really counting on you, Detective Maori."

Miyano Akemi just wanted to find the money as soon as possible and rescue her sister early. From then on, they left Japan and went to live abroad.

"Oh, don't worry, Miss Masami." Kogoro Mouri took the opportunity to grab Miyano Akemi's hand and took advantage of her.

Miyano Akemi didn't care, but he was more concerned about the child under his feet, who seemed to be the one who was beaten up by the gangster.

"Sister Yamei, you weren't hurt that day, were you?!" Conan asked innocently, with his hands behind his head and blinking his big eyes.

"What? You little brat know Miss Masami?" Kogoro Mouri became dissatisfied and punched Conan on the head.

"Sister Yamei works at a bank. The bank was robbed that day and $300 million worth of money was lost. Sister Yamei was held hostage."

Conan covered his head and jumped up and down as if he was walking on a stove, explaining what he saw that day.

But he always felt something was wrong, but he didn't pay attention to other places at that time. He was being held down and beaten by a robber.

I never thought that the robber would take revenge on society by beating children, just like that woman Kurokawa Yuka.

Maybe they are accomplices!

An idea suddenly came to Conan's mind.

and many more!

No way!

The person who was beating him was obviously a woman. It couldn't be Yuuka Kurokawa.

Kurokawa Yuuka is related to the Black Organization, and he was discovered and knocked unconscious when he was following her. Then Dr. Agasa followed and caused a car accident for them.

Who knew that they didn't encounter any accident at all. They were just surprised to see him when they were robbing the bank, so they continued.

Conan found that his reasoning was flawless, except for the lack of crucial evidence.

As long as we find evidence to prove that Kurokawa Yuuka is related to the Black Organization and arrest her, we can then get the antidote and turn ourselves back into high school students.

"Yes, it was really dangerous. It looks like your injury has almost healed. What about your little sister who was with you? She must have been scared."

Miyano Akemi asked tentatively. For some reason, she really wanted to care about the little girl who looked like her sister.

"Indeed, she was seriously ill!" Conan began to talk nonsense seriously, but he immediately became alert. Could the person in front of him also be a member of the Black Organization? Otherwise, why would he ask Haibara?

Huibara escaped from that organization. Although I can't trust her yet, I've observed her for a while and found that there's nothing wrong with her.

Miyano Akemi noticed Conan's resistance and doubts, and did not continue to ask about the girl, but chose to leave and do other things.

Of course, the organization is also investigating where Akemi Miyano lost the money. After all, 700 million US dollars is not a small amount.

In order to lure the person out, Gin originally wanted to use Vermouth to disguise himself as Sherry, but he thought that the woman was now working on the project that she had taken from Binga a few years ago, and she was very unreliable.

Things got worse after the woman's mouth became like a clogged toilet and her face turned into a rhino horn.

He shifted his gaze to Binga who was talking nonsense. Tsk... I felt a little disgusted. Fortunately, he couldn't hide anything. His mouth kept chattering, which was much more useful than Vermouth's.

Binga, who was lying on the bed, felt Gin's gaze and turned his head to meet his gaze. He immediately became furious, "Hey, what are you looking at?"

Haha, Gin stayed in the same ward with him and refused to leave, just to make fun of him and laugh at him.

Damn guy.

asshole!

"Yes... um..."

Gin was just about to say that he had a mission, but Binga jumped from another bed onto his bed and sat on him.

Binga had a ferocious look on his face. He grabbed Gin's collar and roared, "Are you laughing at me, you bastard? You have been laughing at me since I was a child, and..."

"Hmm?" The hand that was holding Gin's collar felt something wrong, as if there was something. He loosened his collar, reached inside and randomly pulled out a chain with two loops on it.

Binga took a glance and never thought that someone like Gin would wear jewelry. He wore a high collar in winter and summer, and it turned out that it was to cover his jewelry.

At this moment, Binga felt that he had been deceived. He looked at the two ancient things and said with disdain, "What a lack of taste."

I don't know how, but he put two rings, one on the thumb and one on the middle finger, and deliberately held them up in front of Gin's eyes and shook them, mocking him: "It's really not that good!"

Gin really wanted to kick him down, but he was pinned under the quilt. If a fight broke out, it would take him forever to heal his injury. Anyway, Binga couldn't cause any trouble.

At worst, I can wait until my injury heals and then drag him to the training room to beat him up for a few months.

He had a minor bruise, but Binga tore it to pieces.

Thinking of this makes me want to strangle him.

Before he could finish his threat, Binga's face looked unhappy. It was very ugly, even uglier than when he was talking nonsense.

"Hey, get out." Gin said coldly.

Binga stared at Gin without saying a word, then looked at his fingers.

"Huh?" Gin has not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.

"I can't take it off." Binga's voice sounded extremely aggrieved. His fingers... couldn't get out.

"You!" Gin lowered his eyes and looked at the hand in front of him that was giving a thumbs-up with one hand and raising the middle finger with the other. His eyebrows were throbbing and he felt his blood pressure rising.

Binga pulled it down a few more times, and the two rings on Gin's necklace could not be taken off his fingers.

Gin freed his arms from the quilt that was holding him down, trying to break the chain and force Binga to get off him.

At this moment, Beatrice, who was in charge of examining the two, entered the ward and just saw Binga riding on Gin, making thumbs-up gestures left and right, and pointing his right middle finger at Gin with a look of arrogance.

pat!

The medicine tray in his hand fell to the ground with a plop. He quickly took out his cell phone to take a picture. Then, the moment Gin and Binga turned their heads, he picked up the medicine tray and stared at the two of them nonchalantly.

No, it should be staring at Binga and pushing Gin's face with one hand giving a thumbs up and the other hand giving the middle finger.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen Gin being beaten?" Binga glared at him, and now his face seemed as if it was being trampled by ten thousand alpacas.

"Never seen it." Beatrice shook his head honestly. He had indeed never seen Gin being beaten.

The point is...are you sure now is the time to care about who got beaten?

Can't you just put away that finger you're holding up?

But when he got closer, he realized that it wasn't that Binga didn't want to put it away, it was that he couldn't put it away at all.

Binga's gloves were on the two rings of Gin's necklace.

Seeing this, Bitchus tried to hold back his laughter and keep his expression natural, but his facial muscles twitched uncontrollably. "Are you guys...doing some kind of injured social?"

"Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom."

After saying that, he put down the medicine tray and ran out. When he reached the end of the corridor, he could no longer hold back his laughter and started laughing uncontrollably.

"No, that's killing me, hahahahahaha, Binga is simply the nemesis of Gin!"

"Hahahahahahaha, no, I can't laugh, hahahaha, unless I can't help it."

Bitchus' stomach muscles began to ache from laughing. Feeling that he could control his facial expressions, he rubbed his stomach and returned to the ward.

Binga still maintained the same posture as before, with one hand giving a thumbs up and the other hand raising the middle finger to Gin, but he changed from sitting to lying down.