When I came to the world of Ke Xue, I also wanted to be the mastermind behind the scenes

Chapter 184: Reinforcements.

I drove the car all the way to the Maori detective office, but unfortunately Curacao pounced.

After sending Conan away, the unrestrained Maori Kogoro had already run out to drink and be happy.

Sitting back in the car, Curacao leaned weakly on the back of his seat, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the steering wheel.

Thanks to her sweeping around the detective office, Conan didn’t leave any useful clues for herself. Just like this, you still leave me a message and let me find a way to save you?

Huge and neon, trying to find a schoolboy aimlessly, this difficulty is simply a needle in a haystack. And her identity could not be called to the police, and Curaçao, who was sitting in the car, suddenly fell into confusion.

It seems that the situation can only wait for news from Lord Al.

“This young lady, are you looking for Mr. Maori?”

Just as Curaçao was distressed, a woman came from a distance with some ingredients.

The other party knocked on the car window, and Curacao hid her hand behind her somewhat vigilantly, and the pistol in her pocket gave her some sense of security. If it was really a winery that took Conan, then it was normal for the Maori detective office to be watched by them.

It’s just that if it is a supervisor, he will not come up and talk to himself so much.

“I’m a waitress at Priestess, Mr. Maori just went out drinking, you’d better come back tomorrow if you want to find him.”

Curacao had no idea about Priestess’ relationship with Al.

Although he joined Al, the intelligence that Curaçao knew was only part of the shadows. At most, add some of the information in the clinic of the Underworld Soul Chaser.

“I remember Mr. Maori didn’t have a very beautiful daughter, that young lady…”

“You should be talking about Miss Xiaolan, she has been taken over by her mother, she has been living for several days, and recently Mr. Maori has lived with a child.” However, after that, it is estimated that only Mr. Maori will be left. ”

“Oh? Is that kid gone too? ”

Originally, it was quite uncomfortable to see someone take the initiative to talk to Curacao, and even a little wary of the other party’s intentions.

Who knew that this woman was unexpectedly talkative, and when she said it, she couldn’t find a chance for Curacao to get out.

Curaçao, who has been in the winery for so many years, is in fact a non-conversational character, and this talkative person is simply her nemesis.

Before she could think of a way to escape from here, she didn’t expect to actually hear some interesting intelligence Māori detective agency children from this woman’s mouth, not which Conan could be.

If it is a waiter in Priestess, then the intelligence in the Maori detective office should be able to see it clearly.

This is simply comparable to the intelligence ability of the legendary community aunt. Just chat casually and get information?

If the intelligence were so simple, where would you need to fight to the death when you were on a mission in the winery before.

“The child seems to have been picked up by his mother, and I saw a somewhat rich lady driving away with the child, and Mr. Maori personally delivered it to the door.”

The woman’s tone outside the window was a little unfluttering, as if she was not quite sure of the authenticity of her information. It’s just that having this content is already very good for Curaçao.

At least she knew that Conan was dead or alive now, and she didn’t need to tie Maori Kogoro back to ask questions so rudely. The uncertainty of the other party’s intelligence only made Curacao firm his own idea, and Conan should really be taken away by him.

“Thank you for the reminder, I still have some things to deal with, then I will leave first.”

Leaving a word of thanks with a little gratitude, Curacao stepped on the accelerator without the slightest nostalgia, and the sports car rushed out like an arrow off the string.

Watching Curacao’s car disappear at the end of the road, the woman’s originally enthusiastic expression converged and returned to a cold face.

Driving down the streets of Yonehuacho, Curacao in the driver’s seat looked around from time to time. The woman who the waiter said earlier to take Conan should be the one said in the other party’s message.

……

Just as Curaçao got the information, Al also received an order for her to act when she saw the opportunity. Although puzzled by this general order, Curacao acted first. However, the intelligence channels she has at her disposal are limited, and it is not easy for the vast sea of people to find two people. Knowing the woman’s general appearance, Curacao finally had some clues.

It’s better than being blind before.

Coupled with the clues that Conan’s hostage may have left, he is not a real elementary school student, and it is impossible to follow each other like a good baby.

It’s just that at this time, Curacao still has some small doubts in his heart.

According to what she knew about the winery, those people would never be kind enough to take Conan out of the detective office.

……

It was their way to break into the office in the middle of the night and kill everyone including Maori Kogoro. The guy Conan met was really a member of the winery.

She didn’t have the impression that the real wine looked like the waiter.

If Conan’s situation was really exposed, involving important information such as APTX4869, the distillery would not be able to send a nobody.

“Unless it’s… Belmode? ”

There seemed to be a guess in his heart, and a light flashed in Curacao’s eyes.

Belmode, who was far away in the beautiful villa, involuntarily played smart, why was it suddenly a little cold.

……

“What the hell is this place.”

The cold air woke Conan from his slumber, because his body was somewhat numb because he had not moved for a long time. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised that I was only sloppily tied with a rope.

The last memory before he fell into a coma came flooding back, which was the image of himself being covered by a pungent-smelling rag. I was stunned.

However, did those criminals look down on themselves so much that the kidnapping did not even tie his two hands together! Please be a little more professional.

Even if it is formalism, then it is necessary to do enough face engineering.