Chapter 35 Call Mezcal

Gin glanced at Conan coldly, the familiar feeling seemed to disappear. Could it be that it was his illusion?

Not impossible.

But now, he began to feel that the young man in front of him looked familiar again.

...Probably because I didn't sleep well last night!

He stopped thinking about it, withdrew his cold gaze, and walked to his seat instead.

Xinfan kept smiling, but heaved a sigh of relief.

It seems that in Aoyama Gosho's setting, as long as Conan wears glasses, no one will think that he looks like Kudo Shinichi.

However, it has been so long, does Gin still remember Kudo Shinichi? This is not quite like the legendary gin that never remembers the names of the dead.

Of course, the bigger possibility is that Gin just thinks that he has seen Kudo Shinichi's face somewhere, but he can't remember that he once "killed" a person named Kudo Shinichi.

...

Xin Fan took Conan back to his seat.

Mao Lilan immediately asked concerned: "Why is Conan running around again?"

"He went to the bathroom." Xin Fan explained to Conan, "I just ran into two men who were not very patient. However, it's good to let the child suffer setbacks, otherwise he will be mischievous all day long."

Hey Hey hey!

How can he be mischievous? !

Conan looked at Mao Lilan's gesture of nodding in agreement, and felt very tired, and it was so difficult to be a child.

Next, gin and vodka stayed in their seats as if they were really just passengers traveling on the Shinkansen.

It wasn't until the train was about to reach Mount Fuji that the two finally got up from their seats and walked towards the back of the carriage.

What are they going to do?

Conan looked over vigilantly, and then, taking advantage of the adults ignoring him, he slipped away from his seat quietly, and followed Gin to the second floor.

Xin Fan was resting his eyes with his eyes closed, but when he sensed movement nearby, he raised his eyes for a look, then closed his eyes again, without making a sound.

But Mao Lilan quickly noticed that Conan was missing: "Ah, where did this kid run around again?!"

"It seems that I went to the dining car on the second floor." Xin Fan reminded, "Maybe I'm hungry."

"Hungry just after lunch?" Mao Lilan had a headache, "Then I'll go and get him down, and I brought some biscuits."

After a while, Conan was led down by Mao Lilan with an embarrassed expression.

His eyes were erratic, wandering around where the gin and vodka had been.

Sitting not far away, Xinfan watched as Conan took out a piece of chewing gum, chewed it, then wrapped a small metal disc and stuck it under the seat of Gin.

"Miss Mori!" Xinfan unceremoniously exposed Conan's uncivilized behavior, "Conan seemed to have stuck something under someone's seat just now!"

"Ah, is that so?" Mao Lilan reprimanded with a straight face, "What the hell are you doing? It's chewing gum. This kind of thing should be wrapped in a paper towel and thrown into the trash can! Let's throw it in first. In the ashtray."

Mao Lilan didn't give Conan another chance to make trouble this time, she grabbed Conan's arm and pulled him back to the seat.

Xinfan said solemnly: "Kenan-kun, you can't throw your own garbage casually, the cleaners will feel very embarrassed if you throw it in that kind of place."

"...Got it!" Conan nodded reluctantly.

Really, he is a seventeen-year-old high school student, and he will be reprimanded for such a trivial matter in the end.

Xinfan knew that a high school student detective didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all. He actually wanted to stick the bug under the seat, did he really think Gin wouldn't notice?

Instead of putting it in that kind of place, it's better to throw it into the ashtray openly like Mao Lilan did, so that it will not be easily suspected.

Soon, gin and vodka returned. Conan also pretended to adjust his glasses, turning his temples.

"Phew, I can finally smoke!" Vodka sighed, leaning on the back of the chair contentedly, with a cigarette in his hand.

But he quickly discovered something was wrong: "Huh? There seems to be something inside?" Vodka looked down, "Ah, it's chewing gum, probably left by the previous passenger.

"However, it's really easy to get the 400 million, big brother."

Gin frowned, and reprimanded softly: "Keep your voice down, Vodka!"

"Ah, you are really cautious, Boss Gin. But even if others hear it, they won't understand it!"

Xin Fan didn't wear a wiretapping device, so of course he didn't know what the specific conversation between the two was, but he could get a lot of information just by observing Conan's expression.

So by now, Conan should have noticed that the briefcase has become a suitcase.

Xin Fan opened the book and read it under the soft and bright sunlight outside the window. At this time, I feel that it is good to have a little detective who is actively solving the case by my side, and I can save a lot of worry. Otherwise, in his capacity, when he learned that Gin was going to detonate a bomb on the Shinkansen, he would probably start to have a headache.

"However, it's troublesome without a sniper, brother." Vodka suddenly sighed, "Otherwise, after we get the money, we can just find opportunities to snipe on the road."

Gin thought for a few seconds, then nodded, and said, "Then I'll call Mezcal and ask."

Mezcal? !

Conan keenly noticed the name mentioned in Gin's words.

This is also a member of that organization! So, do they all use the name of the wine as their code name?

While Gin Jiu was making a phone call, Conan suddenly heard a phone ring.

He froze for a moment, then looked back, it was Nobushige Asano!

Xin Fan glanced at Conan, who was clearly in a state of being out of order, and then took out his cell phone. There was a string of unremarked numbers on the screen, but he remembered that it was Gin's phone number.

Why would those two guys call him here? Isn't this causing trouble!

Xinfan raised his mobile phone without changing his face, and put it to his ear: "Hello? It's me, um... yes, I'm already on the Shinkansen, and I can be there at about five in the afternoon. Ah, is it really possible?" ? Thank you so much!"

Are you on the phone with someone you've arranged to meet today?

Conan withdrew his attention and listened carefully to the movement over the bug.

Gin was silent for a while, before he said in a gloomy tone: "That Mezcal guy not only doesn't answer emails, he doesn't even answer the phone now."

"He is really arrogant!" Vodka defended his elder brother, "We should find an opportunity to sue him."

"Don't do unnecessary things." Gin warned, "He is not someone you can target."

Conan listened to the exchange of gin and vodka, and Xinfan's call at the same time, finally heaved a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

Is he being too vigilant? It feels a bit overkill. This is not good news. When facing the man in black, he must be able to maintain absolute calm!