Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

Look at the phone that keeps ringing, and then look at the marks that are obviously shot by a sniper rifle.

Silas couldn't help grinding her teeth.

Then, viciously, he pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear.

"You fired the shot?" said

Syraz's voice with coldness.

But the voice on the other end of the phone not only ignored his questioning, but became even more cold.

"Are you taking my words as a deaf

ear?" "Hah? Are you mistaken, you were the one who shot you, and you still yelled at me?"

When he learned that it was his own person who shot him, Silas rushed out of cover directly, raised his middle finger at the tall building opposite the window, and wiped Bian Erchun's neck with his backhand.

The coin between his fingers slashed mercilessly through his veins, carrying two drops of blood.

Silas didn't look back to determine his condition, just opened the door and rushed out.

Bian Chong ripped off his security uniform.

By the time she left the apartment building, Silas had already changed into a set of short-sleeved sleeves that were very passers-by.

After turning around, Silas appeared in a dimly lit alley with no one around.

At this time, the call in the phone has not hung up.

"I need an explanation. If there is no reasonable explanation, if you can eat an unfed meal in the next month, I will lose.

Silas's five fingers holding the phone strained slightly.

Even if the muzzle of the sniper rifle is not aimed at him, it will still attract everyone's attention to Watanabe's house, which will undoubtedly greatly increase the possibility of being exposed.

In the organization, being exposed to the eyes of the police and becoming a suspect is equivalent to being on the organization's death list.

But there didn't seem to be the slightest reaction on the other end of the phone.

"I said before the mission started, make sure there are no leaks before looking for records.

"You're sick, there's no one else in the whole room except me and that Watanabe Erjun. Even if there might be a bugging in the room that I didn't notice, you can't just shoot it! What do you think your sniper rifle is in?

"Silas yelled into the phone.

"As I said, you can't even have a cat around when you complete the mission.

Hearing this, Silas was a little dazed for a moment.

This was exactly what he said when he sent him the task with a cold sex.

But a normal person would think that this was an exaggeration to tell him not to leak secrets, right?

What person in his right mind would search the surrounding places such as the bottom of the car and the treetops before completing the task to make sure that there were any cats secretly squatting there!

But the next second, he recalled that before the gunshots rang out, it seemed that he had indeed heard a cat meow.

He was cold, and he really shot directly because he didn't know where a cat was approaching...

In order to hit a cat, a sniper rifle bullet that is at least a few hundred dollars larger was spent....

I haven't seen you for such a long time, and the frigidity has finally been forced into a neurotic by the high-intensity overtime work and the daily life of day and night?

Phew... Gin, if you really can't do it, let's not work so hard, you see you, you're tired and sick.

Silas pressed the corner of his forehead, and for a moment he didn't have the idea of looking for a cold voice.

Caring for neurosis is everyone's responsibility.

After listening to Silas's words, the other end of the phone instantly fell silent, but Silas could faintly hear the crunching sound from the other side, like clenching teeth.

Oh roar, I didn't expect that the frigid sex was still a guy who was shy about medical treatment, and Silas quickly changed the topic.

"Didn't you say you're going to track down the whereabouts of rye whiskey? Appearing here staring at me, do you think I'm not up to par, or do you think I'm going to do something superfluous?"

Speaking of this, Silas, who had just intended to change the subject, became more and more angry, and his voice became louder and louder.

"I don't believe you'll be obedient. The

voice on the other side did not rise and fall in the slightest, as if he could not hear Silas's questioning.

Silas's movements suddenly froze, how could he answer these words? Strictly speaking, he really did not "obey" this time.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to bother with you, the people have already been killed, and the news has been obtained.

Silas didn't bother to talk to the pervert on the other side anymore, and directly said the results he got.

"The thing is in locker 1086 on the second floor of the Yonehanamachi Municipal Building, and no one else knows about the record. As for the people who trade with him, you will definitely be interested.

Silas smiled and stopped deliberately.

"Say—

" "Ahem, I spent a very precious pill to get this news.

Silas squeezed his eyes at the phone, regardless of whether the person on the other end of the line could see it or not. But no matter what, with his hideous facial features, the movements that should be full of joy look very terrifying no matter how you look at it.

"Rum told me that what you said is very precious, about 20,000 yen. A

cold voice came from the other end of the phone. But the words that came out of it chilled Silas's heart more than his voice.

"Twenty thousand... Or the yen ... How can your thirty-seven-degree mouth say such chilling words? You just heard it wrong, I didn't inquire about it.

"Do you want to say it?" Silas

shrugged his shoulders as he felt the chill that could penetrate the phone, really, he couldn't afford to make a joke.

"The trader is the defector you have in mind. "

Shirley?"

the answer on the other end of the line made Silas stunned.

"What the hell is Shirley? You don't have rye whiskey in mind? Gin, you've changed your mind!"

"Rye, the FBI, vodka, arrange for someone to go to the second floor of the Rice Flower Municipal Building, 1086 storage box. I'm going to see that document tonight. Two

sneers came from the other end of the line.

"Okay, my mission is complete, you can find someone to get the documents yourself. If you go late, you might be the first to get there. For example, the mysterious organization behind the cat you killed. After

hanging up, Sila did not hesitate to send a message to vodka.

"I know a psychiatrist with a very high level, this is his phone number, I can take your eldest brother to see it when I have time. "

I complained while sending it back.

"What the hell is this? There's one less guy in the organization who can barely be called normal. I'm afraid that the Hanhan of vodka is already the most normal high-level in the organization. "

Well, is vodka considered a high-level after all?" Silas

looked at his phone a little confused, lost in thought.

Forget it, whatever?

Silas put the vodka behind him, took out a small bottle from his pocket, carefully poured the potion from the bottle into the palm of his hand, and then slapped the palm of the potion on his face and rubbed it vigorously.

With the sound of gasping for five minutes, when he stopped what he was doing, the hideous expression on his face disappeared, and was replaced by a face that looked a little gentle.

"Alright, go get the papers, and go find the old man for dinner, I treated him last time.

Silas, who had changed her appearance, brushed her bangs stinkily, turned around and walked out of the alley, towards the Yonehanamachi Municipal Building.

On the other side, standing on the rooftop, Gin with vodka and another taciturn man behind him, ignored the hung up phone in his hand and looked down at the bottom of the apartment building, where it was obscured by green trees.

"Killed by me?"

Gin narrowed his eyes, but he could clearly see that his shot had not achieved anything.