Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

"Banxia, Conan, they're going to feed those animals, do you want to go with them?"

Xiaolan rubbed Banxia's head.

"No, are you going to visit the old gentleman next door, and if so, take me one."

Banxia shook his head with some disgust, he was still a little interested, and suddenly remembered that under his sense of smell, those cowshed horses were like they were filled with biochemical bombs everywhere, so he couldn't dodge, and it was impossible to say that he could not run in and spend half an afternoon feeding those guys.

Instead, it is better to go with Xiaolan and the others to visit the old gentleman next door who made him a little curious.

"Eh, visit that old gentleman, we don't have this plan in the afternoon, Xia Jiang means to wait for Brother Xiaowu and they to wake up before going over.

Xiaolan scratched her head and explained.

"Forget it, I'll just walk around by myself in the afternoon. You might even find some useful herbs or something. "

Banxia doesn't care, one day earlier and one day late or something, there's no difference.

When Banxia asked Xiaolan if she wanted to go outside together, she got the answer that she wanted to replan the villa with Sister Xia Jiang.

"Tsk, if Conan asked you to hang out, you'd say yes.

Banxia couldn't help but roll her eyes, with her hands behind her back, leisurely like an old man, swaying out of the villa and walking slowly on the pasture of the pasture.

Maybe it's because the scorching sun at noon is too scorching, and the grass that is still green in the morning is lying on the ground a little wilted at the moment.

"I planted so much pasture, why don't I let them eat it by themselves, and I have to be fed by someone, I really can't figure out how the rich man's brain grows.

Banxia shook his head, completely forgetting that he was now considered a rich man. After all, their own drugs completely crush the low-end market of related drugs with the advantages of low cost, low side effects and high cost performance.

At first, it was just Suzuki Jiroji who was bored and had fun, so he cooperated with Banxia to set up a company, but he didn't expect to rely on those drugs to squeeze into the already somewhat solidified drug market, and tear off a lot of fat from those old companies.

Of course, Banxia has no concept of these, after all, the company is taken care of by Uncle Jiroji's people, and the company's dividends are kept by Aunt Yingli, and she will ask for it when necessary.

Therefore, Banxia only knows that his company seems to be quite profitable, but he has no idea how much he can only earn, but he knows that it will not be a burden for Xiao Ai to buy a bag.

While his head was empty and thinking wildly, Banxia wandered around the pasture endlessly.

When he reacted, he found himself wandering to the edge of the ranch at some point.

Opposite the low fence is a small grove of tall trees that block the sun from the sun with their luxuriant canopy. Even if you stand by the fence in the middle of summer, you can feel the cool breeze blowing from the other side.

"

It seems that the other side is the territory of that old Mr. Lin?"

Banxia touched his chin, a little curious, but thinking that it was not a moral act to trespass into the private sphere, and he was not a bear child like Yuantai.

But just as he was about to change directions and continue to sway, a sound of footsteps accompanied by the sound of dead branches and leaves being trampled on the soles of his feet reached his ears.

"Hmm, someone's coming, or

is it that there was a thief in the house opposite, and the thief is going to escape from here?" Banxia touched his chin, thinking of Conan in the villa behind him, and suddenly felt that the possibility of a thief seemed to be greater?

After this idea broke into his mind, it immediately took root and was firmly rooted in Banxia's thoughts.

Stepping back slightly, Banxia found a distance that could cross the fence with a single sprint, and carefully stared at the slightly gloomy grove in front of him.

A faint figure swayed among the trees, seemingly carrying something on its back.