Chapter 388 Only a Fool Would Believe It

Vodka subconsciously shrank when Mezcal stared at him, but he soon realized that Brother Gin was right next to him, and there was no need for him to give in!

So Vodka unknowingly straightened his back again, looking arrogant like "You can't possibly do anything to me."

Nobuhiro was really not in the mood to argue with him. He walked around the booth, sat on the sofa opposite Gin, and asked casually: "Tell me, what do you want to see me for?"

Gin lazily leaned back on the sofa, with a slender cigarette in his mouth. The smoke curled up, making his face look particularly unreal.

Gin didn't speak, and Nobuhiro didn't make any movements or words. He just sat quietly opposite Gin, his expression calm and calm. Although he may have been complaining about Gin in his heart, it was a waste of two people's time.

Some people just like to do this. They seem to think that a moderately repressive environment can put pressure on the other person, making the other person unable to help but reveal their flaws under pressure. This method of silence has the same threatening effect as words. Gin has used this method to catch countless traitors and undercover agents in the past.

Therefore, the first element of doing undercover work is to have no doubt about your identity. Only if you regard yourself as pure wine, others will not doubt you.

Gin had actually known for a long time that Mescal was not a person who showed his flaws easily, but he still did it habitually.

The temperature in the air suddenly dropped to freezing point, and an awkward atmosphere filled every corner of the room.

Vodka rubbed his hands helplessly, and the sound immediately earned Gin an indifferent glance.

Vodka stiffened.

He suddenly discovered that his very reliable eldest brother might be the most dangerous one.

Gin looked away, and his cold, snake-like eyes fell on Nobushige. : "Mescal, do you know what Syrah has been doing recently?"

Nobuhiro met Gin's eyes calmly.

Gin spoke as if Silla had been discovered to be a traitor, and he was the arbiter of justice who was about to eradicate the traitor.

However, one still needs to think about how much of Gin's words are true and how false.

Only a fool would actually believe his words.

"Brother, Silla hasn't been acting with Mescal recently. He even invited me yesterday..." Vodka was half-finished when he was stunned by Gin's cold and cruel eyes and froze in place.

Oh my god, the big brother’s eyes are so dangerous. Even though he was shivering, he couldn't resist the coldness that hit his face.

Hanhan Vodka proved it to Nobushige. Gin's bravado.

A playful smile appeared in the corners of his eyes involuntarily.

"Instead of asking me about this kind of thing, you might as well ask Vodka. After all, they have a close personal relationship." Nobuhiro chuckled and added, "By the way, remember it's best to collude with the people around you before testing next time."

The temperature in the room dropped below freezing in an instant. Vodka couldn't help but shudder. He looked at Gin timidly, not daring to say a word.

The angrier he got, the more arrogant the smile on Gin's face became. He laughed wildly: "I hope Silla is as smart as you, otherwise the shortcoming effect will be huge."

Nobuhiro shrugged nonchalantly and said, "If you still have free time after doing the task, please feel free to do it."

Although he recommended Sila to the police, Xin Fan did not leave any substantial evidence from the beginning to the end. With his current status in the organization, even if Silla is accidentally exposed one day, that gentleman will not do anything to him as long as there is no tangible evidence.

This is also the capital of his arrogance.

It feels good to be arrogant for a while, and it feels good to be arrogant all the time.

Seeing that Ginjiu stopped talking again, Nobuban said helplessly: "No way, Ginjiu, are you so boring that you called me all the way here just to test my relationship with Silla?"

"All this way?" Gin's eyes contained strong contempt.

Don't think that he doesn't know Mescal's disguised identity. It's only a 20-minute drive from the Maori Detective Agency.

Nobutushige said: "For a social worker like me who has a front-line connection between home and work, a 20-minute commute is already a long time. After all, I am very busy and do not have much time to spend on such insignificant things. "

"Yes, you are indeed busy on vacation in Japan." Gin mocked, "The mission this time is very simple. You can go to Mermaid Island for vacation with Epcot."

Mermaid Island.

As soon as these words came to Xinfan's mind, he felt a thin layer of white veil covering his memory.

Nobushige is very sure that Mermaid Island must be a very important place in the plot of Conan, maybe a branch plot, maybe a main plot, or maybe a theatrical version.

However, his impression was limited to this, and he could not recall specific events, specific characters, or specific story background. Just like a person who has a book but no money to subscribe, he can only look at the chapter names in the table of contents for comfort.

This is not the first time this has happened. I don’t know when Nobuhiro discovered that he could no longer remember the plot.

Obviously in the first few years, he spent a lot of time consolidating the memory in his mind, so that like a conditioned reflex, he could recall the complete plot just by mentioning keywords. He was certain that just last year, he could tell most of the plot very smoothly.

Perhaps the gears of the plot line have turned to a critical moment, and Gosho Aoyama's will is assimilating everyone who appears in the plot.

This change made Nobuhiro even more worried about the future. If he didn't know anything and he was just a simple Morofuku Kageko, Nobushige might think that he could defeat the organization with his own power. But after all, this world is different from the real world, which is evident from the extremely confusing timeline. Different worlds have different rules, and Nobushige is not sure whether he can push the plot to a happy ending by relying on his own strength alone.

Nobushige does not want to rely on anyone, including Conan, but he is worried that Conan may be the trump card for the red side to finally defeat the black side.

But now that he doesn't even remember the plot, maybe the main plot will become more and more blurry, until in the end he may be assimilated into the world and become a mediocre person enslaved by the plot. Constantly moving forward under the pressure of the wheel of will, relying on inertia to move forward, not knowing the meaning of one's existence, and being unable to control one's own future.

From the time he first met Conan, Nobuhiro has changed the lives of several people. He saw with his own eyes that those people's lives became more and more real and colorful, and those people became more and more like living people.

But he seemed to gradually lose himself in the torrent of time.