Chapter 1192 Art Exhibition (Please Give Me a Ticket and Subscribe!!!)

"Did you just come back?"

While making a sandwich, Bourbon glanced at the dusty Sakaki Makoto. He showed up at his door early in the morning. He must have been out all night. In addition, Bourbon had not seen Sakaki Makoto and Conan in the past two days. He immediately It is assumed that they went somewhere.

"I went to visit a friend and happened to encounter a case on the way, so I was delayed for a while."

Sakaki looked majestic and his expression was extremely natural, with no flaws at all:

"You, on the other hand, stay here and work as a chef every day. Is it interesting?"

“I really like cooking, it’s my personal hobby.”

Putting down the knife, Bourbon picked up the portable food box beside him, placed the sandwiches neatly in them, closed the lid, and put them into a plastic bag:

"But it's Rum's intention to be a waiter here."

"Gin said that you are Rum's subordinate."

"It's not a secret. Even if he doesn't tell it, you will know it sooner or later."

Rum, Sakaki has been in the organization for so long, and the second-in-command of the organization who has never seen the beginning or end of Shenlong can be said to be a "big name", but he has never seen the other person's true face.

The most important thing is that he once found a bullet engraved with the letter R in his home, and the code names of the organization members begin with the letter R.

Currently there is only one for Rum.

As for Rye, Shuichi Akai, he left the organization two years ago, and the possibility of targeting him is very low.

Taking a sip of the bitter and sour espresso, Sakaki didn't ask any more questions. For him, the top priority was to find the real culprit Karasuma Renye. As long as Karasuma Renye was solved, the black organization would naturally collapse. When the time comes, Rum Is there any hiding place?

To capture the thief, capture the king first. Sakaki doesn't like to advance slowly, he likes to go straight to Huanglong.

"I'm going back."

After drinking coffee, Sakaki picked up the plastic bag and was about to leave through the back door. Bourbon raised his hand to stop him and asked tentatively:

"Forget it, it's nothing."

Halfway through the words, the voice suddenly disappeared, and Bobon also lowered his arm to stop Sakaki Makoto.

"baffling."

Glancing at him, Sakaki took the sandwich, hummed a song, and left the cafe in a swagger.

At home, Miss Miyano had already taken a bath and was sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

"Are you hungry? I brought you a sandwich."

Sakaki put the plastic bag on the table:

"The bourbon is made by myself. Try it. It's not poisoned."

"What does he want from you?"

Miss Miyano took out a sandwich and took a bite:

"Are you doubting your identity?"

"pretty close."

Sakaki lay on the sofa and looked at the ceiling:

"He looks very strange today. How should I put it? He looks very worried. It seems that he still doubts that Shuichi Akai is dead."

"Did you really kill him?"

"Akai Shuichi is dead, but Okiya Subaru is still alive."

"Aren't they the same person?"

"That's right, but Subaru Okiya's identity has been prepared for him by Kudo Yusaku. The FBI has long expected that Akai Shuichi will be in trouble. After all, the black organization has always been targeting him. If Akai Shuichi does not die, the black organization will No further action will be taken.”

"But Belmode saw it."

"She won't tell. She is a grasshopper on the same rope as us. I asked Conan to go to the overpass to stop her from dueling Kudo Yusaku just to sell my favor. I didn't expect to use it so quickly." !”

Sakaki yawned:

"I'm so sleepy. You guys managed to sleep for a few hours. I stayed up all night. If I continue like this, I will die suddenly!"

"Bah, bah, bah! Crow's mouth!"

Miss Miyano rolled her eyes at him:

"Can't you say something nice?"

"Let's talk after you wake up."

Waving his hands, Sakaki staggered into the bedroom and fell on the bed. After a while, he started snoring.

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Sakaki, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes, sat up in a daze, and touched the cold bed next to him. Miss Miyano had long since woken up.

There was a voice outside the house, and the voice was very familiar. Sakaki got out of bed, put on his slippers, and went to the living room. He saw Mao Lilan sitting on the sofa with Conan, talking and laughing with Miss Miyano.

"Cheng, Xiaolan brought Conan over to thank us."

"thank?"

Sakaki was stunned for a moment:

"What are you saying thank you for?"

"She said we took all the trouble to take Conan on a trip and came here to thank us."

travel?

Sakaki realized immediately that this must be an excuse for Conan, the little brat!

He was a little child and disappeared for two or three days without any reason. How could his family not be worried!

Fortunately, Conan never blushed when he lied. He came up with excuses easily and threw the blame on Sakaki's head.

At this time, Mao Lilan probably thought that Conan was going out with Sakaki Makoto!

"Miss Maori is so polite. Conan is very obedient and helped us a lot!"

Sakaki walked up to Conan without a red face, patted his head hard, and asked with a smile:

"Isn't that right, Conan?"

"Yes yes yes"

Conan grimaced in pain, but he still had to put on a sweet smile, already cursing in his heart.

"Then I'll take my leave first. Conan will start school the day after tomorrow, so he has to go home quickly and prepare for his homework."

After chatting for a while, Mao Lilan stood up, grabbed Conan and was about to leave.

"I won't leave until I leave!"

Conan grabbed Makoto Sakaki's sleeve and stretched across the air like a suspension bridge:

"Ranai-chan, I want to stay and play!"

"Have you finished your homework?"

"Yes!"

"Do you write your daily diary?"

"I can finish that kind of thing in 10 minutes!"

Conan stared and said:

"Besides, how can a good child write a diary! Is what you write in the diary the truth?"

Ran Mouri was stunned by the question, smiled apologetically at Makoto Sakaki, and said:

"Then please take care of Conan for a while. My father and I are going to attend the art exhibition held by Sonoko's family tonight. I'm afraid we will be back late."

"Art exhibition?"

A startled, Conan let go and pulled The little hand holding Makoto Sakaki's sleeve:

"How come I don't know about this?"

"Sonoko forgot about it a few days ago, and only remembered it yesterday. She called to invite us to go together, but you were not at home at the time, Conan, and fell asleep as soon as you came back this morning. I didn't have time to tell you."

"Oh."

With a roll of his eyes, Conan quickly followed Ran Mouri and betrayed on the spot:

"Ran Nai-chan, I've made up my mind. I'll go to the art exhibition with you guys!"

"Aren't you going to stay?"

"Forget about it today. Mr. Makoto Sakaki doesn't have wings, so he can't run away. There's only one art exhibition!"

Conan clenched his fist with a solemn oath, with an expression that said, "I feel like a crime is going to happen."