Chapter 2916 2920 [Principle]

The shop owner looked down and found that the shoelaces were really loose.

Without thinking much, he handed the gun to the acquaintance, then knelt down to tidy up his shoelaces.

The next moment, the muzzle of a gun was pressed against his chin.

"?!" The middle-aged shop owner was stunned, and then showed an ugly smile, "What are you doing? This joke is not funny at all. What if it goes wrong? - Put this dangerous thing down quickly."

The person on the other side didn't respond at all. He just glanced down at his carefully adjusted watch, and then said softly: "Goodbye."

Click, the second hand points to the end point.

The trigger was pulled.

There was a "bang" and blood splattered from the middle-aged shopkeeper's chest. He twitched a few times and fell to the ground like many wild boars he had killed before.

A life passed before my eyes.

Vodka put his fingers on his eyes and sighed silently: Although he had seen countless corpses killed by gunshots, and he had made many with Brother Gin... But when he thought of the real culprit behind the death of the unlucky man in front of him, he felt uneasy in his heart. After all, some rabbits die and foxes are sad.

"Huh?" At this moment, Vodka noticed something strange.

The gunshots in the mountains were very ear-piercing, and wild beasts and birds fled one after another - but for some reason, Chizo Ogura, who was not too far away from here, seemed to have heard nothing and was still sitting on the swing swinging.

Vodka: "...?"

Something is wrong.

How could a drug trafficker who was evading police pursuits sit back and relax when he suddenly heard gunshots nearby? Even if that guy naively thought that the sound of gunshots was from the middle-aged shop owner hunting wild boar, he should have taken a few glances in this direction.

After a brief moment of doubt, Vodka sneered, thinking he had guessed the answer.

Everything that cannot be explained can be explained once it is applied to that person.

——Why is Chizo Ogura still sitting here?

Of course it's because he is the bait Uzo uses to catch Calvados. Uzo hasn't let him go yet, so he can't leave.

...Although I don’t know how Uzo did it, it doesn’t matter. Just like gun-wielding madmen don't need to learn how to make steel, accountants don't need to verify that 1+1=2, Uzo researchers don't need to know how Uzo works... they just need to believe that they can do it.

Vodka sighed silently, shrinking his already low presence again.

…

Not too far away from here.

When the shotgun sounded, Chizo Ogura, who was swinging on the swing, was startled by a sudden shock.

But he soon came back to his senses, looked down at his watch, and cursed in a low voice: "Fortunately, I glanced at the timetable when I went out, otherwise I would have been so scared that I would have had a heart attack."

"Speaking of..." He glanced across the ceiling in the direction of the coffee shop, and then couldn't help but rub his ears:

"Isn't technology always improving, but why do I feel that the sound of popcorn is louder than when I was a child? Could it be that the old hater built a machine that is so broken that it can no longer be broken for the so-called 'restoration'? Use it..."

He shook his head and continued to swing on his swing, while praying in his heart that those troublesome guests would quickly finish experiencing the project and get out.

…

a minute ago.

In the courtyard of Takehara Cafe.

The old farmer sat next to the heavy popcorn machine, adjusting the machine: "Okay, that's almost it - after the pressure is high enough, remember to put on the cover like this, otherwise the popcorn will fly everywhere. ”

As he spoke, he looked at his watch. It's almost 1:30, and it's time for the popcorn experience to end. The old farmer picked up the hammer, stuck the second hand in a ceremonial manner, and struck the plate on the machine hard.

There was a "bang" sound, and sweet popcorn spurted out. Just like what he just said, the popcorn flew out in all directions, and many of them hit the cover.

Jiang Xia raised her head and looked towards the distant mountains and forests.

"Huh? What's wrong?" The old farmer shook his hood and looked up to see several high school students with shocked faces.

He was startled and grinned happily: "It's true that today's children have never seen popcorn in the past, and all of them are so scared."

Hattori Heiji and Conan, who had just searched and found nothing, said: "..." It turned out to be popcorn. They almost thought there was another shooting case.

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Several female high school students looked at each other and looked at each other. They immediately understood the reason why their friends were scared. Just like themselves - the explosion sound just now was really similar to what they usually hear. Gunshots arrived.

"That's the sound of popcorn popping." Suzuki Sonoko breathed a sigh of relief and sat down under the corridor, dangling her legs in the air. "I thought someone had been shot to death."

The old farmer thought she was joking and laughed in agreement. Although he didn't quite understand why the words "killed by a gun" came out of the mouth of a young and fashionable girl in an understatement, but he had experience in the city. More, maybe this is a new popular joke in some town.

He silently wrote down the joke so that he could use it later. After that, the dedicated popcorn maker focused his attention on his work.

He poured the popcorn into a large iron basin, then took a bowl that had been prepared long ago, and poured the clear liquid in the bowl over it: "Finally, just sprinkle the sugar water on it, and mix it carefully - Come and try it, it’s ready!”

The high school students came to their senses and looked down at the bowl of popcorn that the old farmer had just scooped out.

The expanded rice grains were full and covered with crystal syrup. The warm aroma hit the face, immediately diluting the solemnity brought by the "gunshot" just now.

Several people took the wooden bowls one by one, looked at the freshly baked antique snacks in the bowl, and scooped a spoonful into their mouths with suspicion and expectation.

The next moment, their eyes lit up: "It's delicious! It's different from those sold in the supermarket."

"Of course." The old farmer smiled proudly, "There are so many people in the village who can make popcorn, but the store manager invited me alone - my craftsmanship is incomparable to ordinary people."

Speaking of the store manager, Hattori Heiji sighed: I don't know if the middle-aged man who is not very hospitable has killed the wild boar.

Just thinking about it, a voice came from behind. Jiang Xia chewed popcorn and said vaguely: "Someone is waving at us."

"Huh?" Hattori Heiji looked back at him, and then followed his gaze to look at the mountains and forests ahead.

Sure enough, from a distance, a man in forest ranger uniform was standing in the clearing in the forest, waving his arms in the direction of the crowd, with a frequency and rhythm that seemed to be greeting.

The high school students then politely waved back at him, and were disappointed to find that the uncle was alone and did not carry a wild boar.

The middle-aged store manager who had not caught the prey did not stay in the clearing for long, and after saying hello, he turned around and went into the woods.

Soon, his figure gradually disappeared.