Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

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When Shinshige followed Bourbon back to his residence in Mihuacho, the workers in charge of road cleaning had already gone to work in twos and threes with tools. Some vehicles responsible for the distribution of convenience stores and supermarkets have also begun to be seen on the road.

Bourbon opened the door and made a pleased gesture: "This is it, what are you going to see?"

Xinfan looked around.

The house is not big, about 30 square meters. The living room is connected to the kitchen, and next to the bedroom is the bathroom that can’t even fit the bathtub.

The overall feeling of the apartment is tidy except for its small size. It is hard to imagine that it turned out to be the residence of a young single male. The character and psychological state of the owner can be seen in many details.

Jiang Guling was confident that there was nothing in his room that could not be shown to Mezcal, and he would not blatantly stay by his side with all the information related to the police and undercover missions.

However, Mezcal seemed to have no interest in his cabinets, drawers and other furniture, and instead walked straight to the bedroom.

Could it be that Mezcal thought he would put the so-called evidence under the mattress?

In the bedroom, there is a single bed next to the window, covered with light blue textiles, the bed is opposite the wardrobe, and the door of the wardrobe is also pasted with a sticker hook.

Xin Fan took off his coat with satisfaction and hung it on the hook.

Bourbon was even more confused: "What are you going to do?"

Xinfan looked back at him, with a natural doubt in his eyes: "Why are you still here? I'm going to sleep."

"Huh?" A series of question marks slid down from Bourbon's forehead, and he was dumbfounded. "You know this belongs to my room, right?!"

"Really? Then it is mine now."

Xinfan pushed Bourbon out of the bedroom and said empathetically: "I originally planned to stay in the safe room for one night. But since you invited me so enthusiastically, then I'll be able to fulfill you with difficulty. "

"what?"

Jiang Gu Ling watched the bedroom door shut in front of his eyes.

No, what kind of situation is this now?

Could it be that Mezcal was worried that he would hinder the investigation, so he shut him out of the door?

But what is there to check in the bedroom at a glance, doesn't Mezcal think the cabinets in the living room are suspicious?

In vain, in order to prevent a situation like today, the place where confidential documents are easily stored in a general sense is filled with information related to the organization. He promised that as long as Mezcal saw those, he would be able to label Bourbon as "work hard" and "good wine" while removing the suspicion.

So why doesn't Mezcal play the cards according to the routine? ?

Or does this sly guy have seen through all his cleverness?

Hiss, this is too scary.

Jiang Guling thought for a while and decided to sit down on the sofa. Anyway, with Mezcal by his side tonight, he shouldn't think about taking a good rest, or just sit here and be prepared to deal with emergencies.

Xinfan, who was separated by a wall, didn't think so much at all, he was really sleepy.

As for Zero, he can’t regenerate his energy and cope with tomorrow’s work.

And Xinfan saw it when he walked in. The sofa in the living room outside was enough to lie down on an adult male, and he was not a bully.

Xin Fan took off her shoes and socks and lay down on Jiang Gu Ling's bed.

Perhaps because Bourbon has just returned to Japan not long after, this set of bedding is still brand new, exuding the smell of fresh fabric. It seems that there is still a scent of bourbon whiskey mixed with it. Could it be that the fellow Zero sits on the bed all day and drinks alone at the moon?

It's so Yaxing...

Xinfan soon fell asleep in such a reassuring atmosphere.

However, Jiang Guling was restless and worried.

what happened? It's almost six o'clock in the morning, why hasn't Mezcal come out yet? There has been no movement even since I entered.

What is he doing?

The unknown is the most terrifying. If you could hear Mezcal's voice, perhaps Jiang Guling would not be so nervous. Now he had to start thinking about this situation.

Did Mezcal discover any details that he didn't even notice?

Is Mezcal sending an email to that gentleman?

By the way, once before he finished his lunch and put the label on the head of the bed. Will his fingerprints be left on it?

By the way, after he contacted Yuya Kazumi last time, he just broke the disposable phone card and randomly discarded it in the trash can. Could it be that the garbage has not been cleaned up?

Jiang Guling thought about it for a long time, but he really remembered some details.

Although these things are not to be said to be Mezcal, even he himself is not sure whether it exists or not, but he is afraid of everything.

Jiang Guling, who thought he had been suspected by the organization, was now very afraid of that in case.

When the hour hand slowly passed the "seven", Jiang Gu Ling finally couldn't sit still.

He "huo" stood up and decided to face Mezcal's questioning bravely.

There is a solution to everything, his brain is so good, he doesn't believe that he can't just be a mezcal!

"Huh—"

Jiang Guling decisively pushed open the bedroom door~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Due to too much force, the joint of the door made a lot of noise. However, the man lying on the bed was motionless, only his eyelids trembled.

Jiang Gu Ling looked at the scene in front of him unexpectedly.

He didn't expect that he was scared outside for a long time, but Mezcal really just slept as he said? ?

This operation is very wrong!

Jiang Guling wanted to step forward and wake someone up and let him take a good look at whose room it was. How could he drive the owner out to sleep soundly? !

However, when he approached, Jiang Guling suddenly hesitated.

There is no moon tonight, and the sun comes out late. The sky outside the window is dark red. The light scattered by the neon lights and the sun under the horizon shines through the window ribs and sprinkles on Mezcal’s exquisite three-dimensional face, making his facial contour look like It is a detailed depiction of blooming.

Mezcal is not very eye-catching, and most of his face usually has cold or mocking expressions, which is really not beautiful.

Jiang Gu Ling did not expect that Mezcal, who closed his eyes, could also be so harmless.

His expression was quiet, but his brows were slightly frowned, as if he couldn't find peace in his dreams.

Jiang Gu Ling had an urge to reach out and smooth the opponent's frowning eyebrows. But reason urged him to dispel such thoughts.

The cold wind in the morning followed the screen windows into the room that was not so warm, and Xinfan couldn't help shivering in his sleep.

Jiang Gu Ling was about to leave, so when he saw this, he had to turn back and cover Mezcal gently.

He paused, then closed the window and drew the curtains.

"..." Jiang Gu Ling murmured,

"Really, what the **** is this..."