Toru Amuro is actually not bad, at least he still knows a little bit about it.
But Gin was really so confused that he couldn’t be more confused.
…There was a rye beside him, and Toru Amuro was holding a Sano in his mouth by the police.
Another Sano appeared.
Three Sanos, what are you doing to have fun?
Sano was watching the change in Gin’s expression from the side, and he could probably guess what the other person was thinking in his mind at the moment… If he were to face this kind of thing himself, he would probably start to doubt and complain.
…For example, why don’t you give it two stars or something?
“Is something wrong?”
Sano asked the real substitute user.
“Nothing, just come here to congratulate you on becoming the leader of the intelligence team.”
The substitute twitched his lips and glanced at Toru Amuro again.
“In addition, that person also asked me to tell you that you should do your job in your position. I hope you can do what a team leader should do, and he will contact you later.”
“It’s not enough to just send a text message for this trivial matter. Do you need to make a special trip?”
Sano asked knowingly.
As expected, the corners of the substitute’s mouth became more and more twitching, and finally he could only squeeze out a smile: “Then shall we just talk here, or shall we go somewhere else?”
“Find a place to sit.”
After Sano waved to Gin and Toru Amuro, he said goodbye and left with the substitute, leaving the two people who didn’t know what was going on. They wanted to follow and explore but felt that they couldn’t, or that they couldn’t find anything at the moment.
After looking at each other, Gin and Toru Amuro left without any nonsense.
Of course before that.
Toru Amuro also confirmed first that Sano was still in his car.
And the other end.
After Sano and the Stand User came to an uninhabited land, as expected, he was asked about using the Stand as a stand-in… This matter was quite special.
“Sano” was allegedly taken away by Rye and later escaped.
Although only Toru Amuro and Conan know the specific details, there are still quite a few people who know the surface.
Therefore, “Sano” naturally knew that he had been framed.
“…When did I become a rye? Why don’t I know it?”
Facing the substitute messenger, he spoke with an angry smile.
But Sano just smiled and patted the substitute messenger on the shoulder: “I never said you were Rye, so I can’t influence what other people think. If you are not willing, you can try to refute the rumors. Of course, if you If you really want to be one, I don’t mind giving this code name to you.”
Substitute: “…”
The special yellow mud fell into the crotch, it must be something else if not that.
Sano waited for a while and found that the substitute was still silent, and then asked curiously: “Hey, you hate me so much, why didn’t you attack me directly when we met this time? Are you really afraid of me after being beaten once? “
“Oh, then haven’t you ever thought about it, if I was really so bitter and resentful, why didn’t I appear in front of you until that moment?”
The substitute asked rhetorically, eliminating Sano’s doubts.
“That’s right.”
“And there’s no point in hating a dying person, right?”
As soon as Sano finished nodding, the substitute added another sentence, which made him confused and amused: “The dying man, are you talking about me?”
“You’ll know the answer.”
Sano narrowed his eyes, and the substitute quickly raised his hands: “Hey, don’t even think about torture me. I don’t know anything. It was the one who asked me to tell you this. If you have any questions, we can talk about it after we meet.” .”
“…”
Tsk, damn Riddler.
After smacking his lips, Sano didn’t bother to embarrass the substitute messenger who had just shouldered the blame for him, and said: “I have a promotion banquet to celebrate my promotion next, do you want to come too? Want to have a meal?”
The substitute had a strange look in his eyes: “How can I introduce myself to Gin if I go over there?”
“Twin brothers or something?”
Sano shrugged.
“…You are awesome.”
The substitute gave a thumbs up, then waved his hand and left.
Sano looked at the back of the substitute, thoughtfully.
…Originally, Sano’s goal has been achieved, and it doesn’t matter whether he needs to continue to stay in the winery or not, and then considering the various large and small matters that he needs to deal with every day as the leader of the intelligence team.
It is more likely that you will simply give up if you feel bored.
Of course, this does not mean that Sano needs to leave the winery. Whether it is considering his connection with Conan, his relationship with Gin and others, or even the inside story of the so-called boss, he is more likely to choose to abdicate or become the leader. A hands-off shopkeeper, but that one didn’t seem to think so.
Are you deliberately seducing yourself because you are afraid that you will leave immediately?
With even greater curiosity, Sano came to the place where Gin came from.
“…who was that person just now?”
Before Gin could ask, Bermod couldn’t help but pretended to ask casually… Only she knew how panicked she felt the moment Toru Amuro said Rye was Sano. .
But fortunately, I made up for it very quickly, so it wasn’t a big problem.
…If he hadn’t happened to catch a glimpse of Sano’s substitute user’s face from afar in the end, maybe Belmode wouldn’t have asked in a hurry.
But who could have caught a glimpse of it.
“You mean Sano?”
Sano glanced at Belmode and chuckled: “Aren’t you that person’s confidant? How come you don’t even recognize him? Even Rum knows him.”
… He is involved with that person, does Rum still recognize him?
Both Belmode and Gin were moved, and each had some speculations.
“But according to what Bobon said, isn’t Sano currently at the police station?”
Belmode probed further.
Sano said very simply, “This Sano is not that Sano.”
This made Belmode sigh with relief, but he still confirmed again: “But he and Sano, not only their last names but also their faces are the same. This is too coincidental. These two are really not twins. ?”
“How do I know this?”
Sano sat across from Gin and replied casually: “He is not a beautiful woman. I have no interest in exploring the private parts of his family.”
At this point, Belmode naturally could no longer keep asking questions.
Although the sniper duo next to them didn’t understand the situation and were a little confused, they didn’t care about their curiosity. Chianti raised his glass and pushed it towards Sano: “Now, congratulations on Rye’s promotion! “
“Congratulations.”
“congratulations.”
Cohn and vodka followed by a glass of wine.
Although Gin and Belmode did not speak, they still took a sip of wine.
His eyes were focused on Sano again.
“…Aren’t you going to drink, Rye?”
Chianti stared straight at Sano… This was certainly not a wine table culture, and her purpose was certainly not as simple as simply persuading people to drink.
This wave of Sano’s promotion.
Although it doesn’t matter from my personal point of view, the support from the action team does play a big role.
Let alone Gin, the backbone, and Belmode, the outsider.
For other members of the action team, they support Sano more because they regard him as one of their own, but the actual situation is that he is now the leader of the intelligence team. In other words, both parties are not necessarily one of their own.
There is no such thing as being rich and powerful, but at least you can’t just throw it away or even backstab it on the spot. What Chianti wants is Sano’s attitude.
This promotion banquet is a test.
Sano’s willingness to come to participate can be regarded as indicating his attitude – he is still willing to participate in internal gatherings, so he is still one of his own.
But even so, Chianti was still worried.
In other words, it is not enough to consider whether Sano is one of our own from a standpoint.
Chianti was worried that Sano’s position would be higher, and he would feel that his level was different when he looked back, and look down on ordinary cadres like himself… Although the two sides were not actually equal in the first place, Rye’s strength and style were both crushing the top.
But the two situations are essentially different.
Facing Chianti’s nervous and expectant gaze, Sano reached out and turned the wine glass on the table, but still sighed: “I really don’t understand what’s so good about this thing, forget it, I’m happy to toast today. “
Sano picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp.
Chianti immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then started to pour the wine again.
It’s just that Sano just put down the wine glass here, the next second.
“boom!”
Sano fell face to face on the table, leaving everyone present in a daze.
“Wine, the wine is poisonous!?”
Vodka stood up in horror and screamed.
Gin, however, still sat there calmly and glanced at the vodka speechlessly: “If it was really poisonous, he would have discovered it a long time ago. How do you think that idiot from the intelligence team was killed by a magic wand? The autopsy results have been out a long time ago.”
“Why?”
Vodka scratched his head in confusion: “Is it the poison from the rye?”
“Well, the high probability is that the cause of death is undoubtedly poison, but no residual poison has been found.”
Gin glanced at Sano who was lying on the table again.
… Sano had used poison in the past, but he rarely used it or never used it at all, so that everyone basically ignored it. Unexpectedly, he took it out again at this time, and his behavior was outrageous.
Kill people quietly and invisible…this is the amount of alcohol you can drink.
Gin picked up the wine bottle on the table and took a look at it: “It’s only fifty degrees and I poured one glass.”
“Huh, I thought he really didn’t like drinking, but it turned out he couldn’t.”
Belmode shook his head and chuckled, which made Chianti feel embarrassed… Shouldn’t he have persuaded him to drink just now? What if this guy sobered up later and felt embarrassed and held a grudge against him again?
“Then what should we do now? Should we continue?”
Vodka asked tentatively: “Should we send the rye back first?”
“Where to send?”
Gin raised his eyebrows and was speechless again: “Just open a random room and throw it in.”
Vodka then remembered that it would not be a good idea to send rye to Sano’s house.
“Yeah, that’s true.”
Vodka put on Cohen and walked around the table, intending to lift Sano up.
As a result, the two of them hadn’t squatted down yet.
Sano suddenly straightened his back again, looking ahead with clear eyes as usual, making everyone in the room stunned again.
…What’s going on? Are you not drunk?
Before Gin could speak, Sano suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
This almost scared the hearts of several people.
I thought Sano had drunk too much, so he planned to set off some fireworks to watch.
Fortunately, there was no movement after snapping the fingers.
Then Sano continued to snap his fingers, several times in a row. The intervals between them were neither long nor short, and there was a sense of… rhythm, so was this a beat?
Driven by curiosity.
No one bothered Sano, he just let him finish snapping his fingers, then stood up, kicking out and retracting his feet rhythmically, a bit like a space walk, and the whole thing was following the rhythm of the footsteps… So he wanted to dance?
Gin thought of the earlier incident again and couldn’t help but touch his forehead.
…Sure enough, he was still drunk.
Looking at Sano again, he had already changed his movements. He was covering his crotch with one hand and at the same time, he was constantly switching the front and back of his feet in and out, and his knees were buckling in and out. It was a bit inexplicable… vulgar, but it still felt pretty good-looking.
What kind of dance is this?
Gin really doesn’t know much about dance, and Bellmode is well-informed, but he’s still a little confused…if Sano looks at it as an outsider.
The answer will probably be given very clearly.
This is the famous, gangster shake!
After coming back to their senses, Belmode and Chianti smiled at each other as girls, and then took out their mobile phones and turned on the video in a tacit understanding, intending to record their beautiful life… putting aside the two serious people Gin and Cohen.
Vodka actually had this urge, but he resisted.
…Because I always feel that if I do this, the consequences may be miserable.
Immediately afterwards Chianti and Belmode began to boo.
He kept cheering, trying to lure Sano to be more unrestrained.
Just as Gin was hesitating whether to stop or stop, Sano suddenly stopped himself, then stared directly at the cell phone cameras in the hands of Bermode and Chianti, remaining motionless and silent for a few seconds.
“…”
Belmode and Chianti unconsciously retracted their bared teeth and blinked hesitantly, not knowing what was going on.
Until Sano casually took out a few steel balls.
Gin suddenly felt bad and shouted quickly: “Stop him quickly!!”
Sano chuckled, and the next second, gorgeous fireworks bloomed.
…On the news the next day, a small report that a natural gas leak occurred in a certain pub and a series of explosions occurred, but fortunately no one was injured, went unnoticed.
Of course, the main reason is that there are too many big news, which seems irrelevant.
Back to the present, Sano also had a huge headache… To be honest, he had a really good drinking capacity in his previous life, but who knew that he would be so bad that he drank one drink in this life?
Because he controls two bodies at the same time, he has two perspectives.
Sano fell down on the other side, and his face was completely confused.
Sano quickly thought he had been attacked suddenly and died on the spot.
I finally regained some control, but the result was blurry in all aspects.
Can’t see clearly, can’t hear clearly, can’t control clearly.
…That feeling is really strange. I am awake at the same time and dizzy at the same time.
Sano felt that the so-called schizophrenia was actually just that.
It feels bad. Can Gin control it?
Would it be better for me to go there and stabilize myself?
“…Sano, are you still there?”
When he came back to his senses, Toru Amuro’s call came through the toilet stall door.
Sano responded impatiently: “Yeah.”
…I don’t know what Toru Amuro is thinking. There is obviously a miniature camera in the car that can be monitored remotely, but perhaps considering that the Internet-connected gadgets may be controlled, Sano even needs to follow him to the toilet.
A lot of stinky stuff.
After stuffing the paper in his nose again, Toru Amuro inside checked again with Sano outside: “Sano, are you still outside?”
“Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, are you really annoyed?”
The speechless Sano couldn’t hold it in anymore, knocked on the door and walked out of the toilet: “I can’t stand it anymore and I’m going out first. If I don’t come out in three minutes, I’ll go home.”
“Hey hey hey…”
Toru Amuro was also a little helpless… You can’t blame him for this.
In the past three or four days, all kinds of things, big and small, kept popping up, leaving no room for rest. I only had time to relax for a few hours.
Not to mention eating.
Now that I have relaxed a little, I suddenly feel uncomfortable.
Suffer…
