Chapter 1049 Gin, Wine and Food Were Unexpected

Judging from the English accent, this man is obviously not a native of South Africa. He is most likely a businessman who came to South Africa to do business and hired local bodyguards for safety.

A smile immediately appeared on the boss's face: "Two guys dressed strangely came last night. They don't live in the hotel. They walked upstairs as soon as they came in."

The time is right.

"What kind of dress?"

"They were wearing black clothes and sunglasses. They looked a bit like..." the boss glanced at Gin vaguely, "a bit like the one behind you. One of them spoke our local dialect, and the others only spoke English. Looks like."

Nobushige then asked: "Were they still two people when they left?"

"Yes." The boss said as he put away the stack of banknotes, "But they pulled a huge suitcase, and I was slapped when I stopped them to ask."

The boss asked Nobuhiro to look at the redness and swelling on his cheek: "Look, it still hurts."

Nobuhiro was not interested in what happened to him: "Is there anything else you want to add?"

As he spoke, he took out another wad of money and waved it in front of the boss's eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes. Although I don't remember those people's license plates, I recognize the model of the car." The boss reported the model to Nobuhiro.

This is a commercial vehicle that is not very common in South Africa.

"They're all yours." Nobuhiro put the money on the table and finally warned him, "Businessmen, it's better to know less. What do you think?"

After that, he ignored the boss's reaction and turned around to leave.

Gin followed him with his hands in his pockets and said beside Nobuhiro: "We can kill him."

"If you have that time, you might as well investigate how many people in South Africa own the same commercial vehicle. I'm afraid we have to investigate one by one."

Nobushige didn't want to expose Hiroki's existence in front of Gin, so of course this kind of information could only be collected by Gin who had been on a mission in Africa.

While waiting for the news, the two strangers could only squeeze in the car.

Nobuhiro turned on the car radio and the news was playing on the radio.

"It is reported that a flight from Tokyo, Japan to Pretoria suffered two hijackings and has landed safely at Cairo Airport in Egypt. Some passengers chose to return, while most passengers will take subsequent flights arranged by the airline to continue to Pretoria. Pretoria. The criminals of the first hijacking have been controlled by the Egyptian police. They are all from the same terrorist organization. However, the identity and purpose of the criminals of the second hijacking are not yet clear, and our station will continue to follow up and report."

"Insert an emergency message. There is a sudden emergency at Pretoria Airport. The airspace near the airport has been blocked, causing a large number of flight delays! The police said they are not sure whether it is related to the hijacking incident..."

Nobuhiro breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's too much. We allowed the plane to land safely, but the police treated us as criminals who hijacked the plane."

A coldness appeared on Gin's face.

"Who do you think did this?" he asked.

"Who else, of course, is Rum." Nobuhiro sneered, "I'm afraid Rum doesn't really want us to cooperate with Dr. Ali. After all, the research team has always been in his hands."

"He won't do it himself. He will definitely send his cronies to Africa."

"It's natural."

Leaving Japan without permission may be difficult for even Rum to cover up.

Gin suddenly glanced at Nobuhiro: "You've been looking at your phone since the plane. Whose call are you waiting for?"

"Bourbon." Nobuhiro replied honestly, without any intention of prevaricating. "He asked me for several days of leave, but he didn't explain the reason. Do you think he is not in South Africa now?"

"Hmph, you have a really good relationship with Rum's lackey." Gin said sarcastically.

Xinfan smiled: "As Sun Tzu said in the art of war, only by knowing oneself and the enemy can one be able to fight without danger."

There was clear distrust on Gin's face.

"Is it because of Shuichi Akai?" Gin tugged at the corners of his lips, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. This saying is true."

"You can't help it if you insist on understanding it this way."

On the issue against the organization, the three of them are on a united front, but from the standpoint of public security, Akai Shuichi is definitely his and Zero's enemy.

The investigation that Gin had just ordered had results. He took out his mobile phone and looked at it twice, and suddenly said to Nobuhiro: "You might as well think of a way to instigate Bourbon."

A bunch of question marks popped up in Nobuhiro's head.

"That is the trump card of the intelligence team. If he were here, we would probably know the license plate numbers of those people by now."

After that, he impatiently threw his cell phone into the car locker. Obviously, he was not satisfied with the survey results reported by his subordinates.

Seeing this, Nobushige chuckled and said, "I'm not necessarily worse than the intelligence team's ace, am I?"

He pointed the screen of his phone towards Gin, and a license plate number was clearly written on it. "Next, we just need to investigate gas stations across the city and find the car owner's photo."

Gin immediately darkened his face. He felt that Mescal was deliberately sarcastic.

Gin's sixth sense was right, and Shinfan was really surprised by how good he was. Nobushige managed this matter without even relying on Hiroki's power.

However, Nobushige had to rely on Hiroki for assistance in the follow-up work.

Hiroki quickly completed the facial recognition work of all the people who appeared in the gas station surveillance recently, and transmitted the photos and identity information of the people who matched the license plates to Nobuhiro's mobile phone.

Nobushige delayed for another hour before sharing the information with Gin.

"How about, do you want to meet this person?"

…

Tokyo·Mika Town·Asano House

Haihara Ai leaned against the bedroom window and looked at Dr. Ali's house not far away.

There were two earphones plugged into her ears. After a beeping sound, Edogawa Conan's voice came from the earphones:

"Hey, Qianye, what do you want from me?"

"The doctor didn't answer my call today, and I stared at him for a long time. He didn't go out, and the car was still parked in the yard." As soon as the call was connected, Haihara Ai sputtered.

"so?"

"So I asked you to deliver a meal to the doctor." Haiyuan Ai said expressionlessly, "Remember to use less oil and less salt, and preferably no seafood. Seafood can easily lead to an increase in uric acid in the elderly."

Conan: "...You are so close, why don't you send me away?"

"My brother is not at home." Hui Yuan Ai said confidently, "I have to order takeout myself. I can't let an old man like the doctor accompany me to eat unhealthy food, right?"

Conan had no choice but to nod in agreement: "I understand, I will go and deliver food to him now."

Haihara Ai hung up the phone with satisfaction, but her eyes always fell on the strange building of the doctor's house. The thick curtains are drawn there all year round, and it seems that no one lives inside.

Doctor, is he really at home?