Conan Rick's Investigator

Because it doesn't taste good...

At the bar, the bartender with glasses and a beard nodded slightly in response.

But then the bartender asked in a dull voice, "Would you like Scotch whisky, American whisky, Irish whiskey, Canadian whisky, or Japanese whisky?"

Qin Zhibo: "..."

Although he felt a little speechless inside, Qin Zhibo did not enter into a difficult period of dilemma and choice.

Although I didn't look closely at the type of whiskey in the bottle in the office, the original owner is Hawaiian after all, so perhaps American whiskey is more suitable for the taste buds on this tongue.

"Then it's American whiskey." Qin Zhibo replied.

Just when Qin Zhibo thought he could wait quietly for the drinks to be served, the bartender spoke again.

"Would you like bourbon, rye, corn, wheat, or malt whiskey?"

Qin Zhibo wasn't quite sure about the difference, but he wasn't so low as to ask, so he just randomly picked the last whiskey the bartender mentioned.

"Malt whiskey."

Just when Qin Zhibo thought he could wait quietly for the drinks to be served, the bartender spoke again.

"Excuse me, do you want the wine from the new bottle or the old one?"

This……

Qin Zhibo couldn't help but ask, "Is there any difference?"

"There is a difference. The wine in the old bottle is the base of wine left after the bottle is opened, and the flavor may be slightly worse." The bartender still answered Qin Zhibo's question in a voice as dull as a robot.

Qin Zhibo, who felt that drinking someone else's wine was no different from picking up cigarette butts, said: "Then open a new bottle."

"No problem, but there will be an additional corkage fee," the bartender replied.

"open!"

Qin Zhibo, who was not short of money, was very happy and did not use the old joke of "just kidding" to cover up the embarrassment of finding out that the corkage fee was too expensive after opening the bottle.

Just when Qin Zhibo thought he could wait quietly for the drinks to be served, the bartender spoke again.

"Would you like a half cup or a full cup?"

"Half a glass." Qin Zhibo just finished speaking, but when he thought about the corkage fee he had already paid, he changed his words and said, "Let's have one glass..."

Just when Qin Zhibo thought he could wait quietly for his drinks, the bartender spoke again.

"Would you like it with ice or without ice?"

"With—ice—"

Qin Zhibo almost uttered these two words with gritted teeth.

If the bartender had any more questions, I might not be able to resist the urge to smash his glasses.

Anyway, I am wearing a human skin mask now. I can fight and run away. It is not only exciting, but no one can find out my identity.

Fortunately, the bartender in front of him, who seemed to have been programmed in advance, finally stopped asking new questions and turned around to get some wine.

He took a new bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, opened it, poured it in, and added ice...

After a series of slow and methodical movements, Qin Zhibo finally had a glass of malt whiskey in his hand.

Picking up the wine glass in his hand, for some reason, Qin Zhibo now felt as tired as if he had just walked out of an official department after finishing work in his previous life.

Let’s take a bite first.

Qin Zhibo took a sip of the wine in the glass, and a unique fragrance burst out between his lips and teeth.

Hmm~ It’s the aroma of malt.

Although the process before drinking was a bit cumbersome, the wine still tasted pretty good, and I didn't use fake wine just because I was a newbie.

Or maybe there is no fake wine here at all...

After taking a sip of wine, Qin Zhibo turned to look at the bartender who continued to wipe the glasses in the middle of the bar.

Because he had a human skin mask on his face, he wouldn't be the one embarrassed, so Qin Zhibo could observe the bartender wiping the wine glasses openly.

Three circles to the left ~ three circles to the right ~

In fact, Qin Zhibo was a little confused about the bartender's behavior of wiping the glasses.

Why is it that in various film and television works, whenever there are scenes involving bars, the bartender always stands there wiping glasses unless he has work to do?

Isn't there a pool in the bar?

Besides, I don't know whether the towel is clean or not, so I just keep wiping it.

But now, sitting at the almost empty bar, Qin Zhibo understood the significance of this action.

If the bartender wasn't wiping the glasses now, all he could do was stand there and stare.

That would look a bit silly and would not make the guests comfortable.

So the bartender's behavior of wiping the glasses is actually to find work for himself, to make himself look less embarrassed, and the guests will not be embarrassed either.

Imagine that you are a customer dining in a restaurant, and the waiter is standing nearby with nothing to do. Even if he is staring at the wall, you will feel that he is staring at you.

Moreover, mobile phones in this era are not entertaining, so there is no possibility of slacking off at work.

But then again...

Qin Zhibo looked at the bartender standing two meters away and felt a little confused.

Does that mean this bartender is a member of the Black Organization?

If this bar is a place where black organizations often meet, wouldn't it be more convenient to directly arrange for the bar staff to be their own people?

Just when Qin Zhibo couldn't find anyone more suspicious than the bartender within his sight, a man in black pushed the door and entered Qin Zhibo's sight.

The man in black walked straight to the bar and ordered a drink.

"A tequila, please."

Chapter 177: Comparing Strength with Maori

The man was tall and burly, with a ferocious look on his face.

He wore a black suit with a black top hat, a black tie and a dark purple shirt. He had a thick beard under his nose and a chin that looked like a butt crack.

"Tequila, please."

He spoke with a strange accent, but his voice was as rough as his appearance.

Qin Zhibo didn't need to investigate the man's identity, he knew that he was most likely a member of the Black Organization.

The whole person, both in terms of clothing and natural tone, is almost exactly the same as Uozuka Saburo.

Above the man's head, Qin Zhibo saw his personal information.

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Name: Hirota Yukio

Sex: Male

Age: 45

Occupation: Trader

Social Credit: 850

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Although their professions are different from those of Uozuka Saburo, their social credit is equally pitifully low.

On the other side of the bar, the bartender neatly placed a glass of tequila with half a lemon in front of Hirota Yukisei, then turned around and took out a black leather suitcase from under the bar and placed it on the bar counter.

Then the bartender returned to the middle of the bar without saying a word and continued to wipe the wine glasses.

Hirota Yukisei proudly picked up the tequila and drank it all in one gulp, then slammed the glass on the bar. He then took out two bills from his pocket and put them on the bar, then grabbed the handle of his black leather suitcase and left the bar.

Qin Zhibo, who was pretending to concentrate on drinking, witnessed the entire process.

The man named Hirota Yukisei hardly said a word to the bartender throughout the whole process, except for the first sentence "Give me a tequila".

But when he left, Hirota Yukio was given a black leather suitcase.

It seems that the bartender here is also a member of the Black Organization?

But since he is one of us, why should Hirota Yukisei pay after drinking?

Is he putting on a show for an outsider like me?

is this necessary?

Or maybe I'm overthinking it, and this Hirota Yukisei is actually just a regular customer of this bar. Someone actually stored something here and entrusted the bartender to give it to Hirota Yukisei?

No matter which possibility it is, Qin Zhibo must now hurry to catch up with Guangtian Xingsheng, otherwise he will lose this hard-earned clue.

However, before leaving, Qin Zhibo still needs to eliminate the last trace of his activities here.

Qin Zhibo picked up the wine glass, drank the last sip of malt whiskey in it, and then quietly put on the magic extractor.

When the hand wearing the magic extractor held the wine glass, Qin Zhibo silently recited the spell in his heart and a cleansing spell was used.

The cleansing spell, as the name suggests, is a spell for cleansing objects.

According to Koizumi Hongzi, this is the spell used by witches to clean the crucible. It can not only remove dirt on a physical level, but more importantly, it can wash away the residual magic power on the crucible.

Now this spell that seemed useless to Qin Zhibo actually came in handy.

A cleansing spell, costing 1 point of magic power, can clean the cup inside and out without leaving any fingerprints or saliva.

Afterwards, Qin Zhibo quickly paid the bill and walked out of the cocktail bar.

After Qin Zhibo left, the bearded bartender turned his head to glance at the cup Qin Zhibo left on the bar, but did not rush to clean it up.

……

On the street, Qin Zhibo followed Guangtian Xingsheng from a distance.

Although he came out of the Daikoku Building a few minutes late, Hirota Yukisei, dressed in black, was very easy to identify in the crowd.

In addition, he is tall, and among the Japanese who are generally not so tall, he definitely stands out.

Following Guangtian Xingsheng all the way, Qin Zhibo came to the Beika Hotel not far from the Daikoku Building. A sign at the main entrance of the hotel read "Mantiantang New Work Released".

Full of heaven?

Isn’t your surname Ren?

Qin Zhibo put aside his doubts for the moment and followed Guangtian Xingsheng into the hotel.

At the hotel's front desk, Hirota Yukio left the black leather suitcase he brought from the cocktail bar.

"Here, this is the number plate for your belongings."

The hotel receptionist handed a yellow number tag to Hirota Yukio.

Hirota Yukisei took a look at the number on it, put the number plate in his pocket, and walked into the venue of the Mantiantang game launch conference with his hands in his pockets and a sly posture.

……

In the venue, Qin Zhibo continued to keep an eye on him.

In Qin Zhibo's eyes, Guangtian Xingsheng didn't seem to have any serious business here. He just wandered around the booths of various game consoles.

Am I overthinking it?

Maybe this Hirota Yukisei is just an ordinary game enthusiast who first goes to the bar to have a drink, picks up a black box, and then sneaks into the new game launch conference?

But his style is so similar to that of Uozuka Saburo that it really makes people suspicious.

Just when Qin Zhibo was secretly wondering if he had suspected the wrong person, the sound of passionate gongs and drums rang out from somewhere in the venue.

Clang-clang-clang

Qin Zhibo was attracted by the sound and looked in the direction where the sound came from. He happened to see Ran Mouri in front of the boxing game console and Conan at his feet.

Ran Mao Li took off her boxing gloves and looked at the numbers on the electronic screen of the game console with satisfaction.

400...