Chapter 447 Vodka Is so Humble

Nobuhiro lowered his eyelids, and the shallow curvature of the corners of his mouth was hard to fathom. He said nothing more, just turned around and continued walking towards Rum's office. It seemed that everything around him was not worth hanging around.

Bourbon stayed where he was, quietly watching Mescal's retreating back, his eyes filled with heart-stopping mockery.

It's really ridiculous that he would think of Zhu Fu Jingguang because of Mescal. These two are obviously completely different people. If Jingguang is his only beacon in the dark night, then Mescal is the devil who pulls him into the abyss step by step.

How can such a mezcal, which has been completely soaked in black, have the qualifications to be compared with Jingguang?

"Even your blood is cold." Bourbon murmured softly.

…

Rum's office is located at the end of the corridor. The door is closed, and only the blue touch screen next to it emits a faint light.

As soon as Nobushige approached, the loudspeaker on the screen coldly prompted with an electronic female voice: "Please enter the information."

To input information, you only need to stand in front of the screen, scan facial and pupil data, and the system will recognize his identity and pass it to the owner of the office, who will then decide whether to open the door.

Nobuhiro didn't wait long. After the data entry was completed, the door opened.

The light inside turned out to be even dimmer, and the expensive furniture exuded a strange aura.

Xinfan stepped in with his knees raised.

This office is very large, about 100 square meters, and is fully equipped with daily necessities and office supplies. It feels more like Rum's home than an office.

There is a strange device in the center of the room, which seems to be a fish tank, but its shape is unusual, it is ring-shaped. There are many colorful fish inside, and these fish are even weirder. They swim continuously along the ring-shaped fish tank, like athletes running a marathon around the playground.

"They are beautiful, right?" A slightly older voice sounded from behind Nobutan.

He looked back and saw Rum slowly walking towards him with his hands behind his back.

"Yes." Xinfan raised the corners of his lips, "Your pet is very lively."

"Hahaha, I'm afraid they may not like this kind of liveliness."

Rum stood next to Nobuhiro, looking through the glass fish tank at the fish swimming in one direction. He slowly revealed his white teeth and smiled horribly, "These little guys are all marine migrants." For the fish, I used some tricks to make them think they were in the migration stage."

A chill ran up Nobuhiro's spine.

Rum seemed to enjoy the fish's performance. He said with satisfaction: "Look at how funny these thoughtless guys are. They only follow their instincts and do stupid things without thinking about the consequences of doing so."

"In nature, instinct helps them survive."

Rum raised his eyebrows: "Maybe, but this rule does not apply to humans."

After that, he turned around and walked towards the sofa, "Why did you come to my place this time?"

Nobushige followed and stated his intention straight to the point: "Is Gin really missing?"

"You still know." Rum sighed slightly, "I don't tell you just so as not to affect your mission in Japan. After all, the organization's mission is the most important at all times."

"I understand. But I'm just here to sit here on the weekend and it won't affect the business."

Mescal's calmness fell into Rum's eyes, and he said happily: "That's good. With you here, the Gin matter can be solved more smoothly. You should have seen Bourbon on the way here. I plan to I’ll leave the task of finding Gin to you.”

"How did Gin disappear?" Nobushige asked.

This was probably what he was most curious about.

Why did Gin's children's shoes, the childhood nightmare of countless people, suddenly disappear? Who has the ability to kidnap Gin?

However, regarding this question, Rum just shook his head: "I regret that I can't tell you more, because so far, the information I have is very limited."

Nobushige was surprised: "Isn't it possible to investigate the specific situation even with the organization's ability?"

"Although I don't want to admit it, in fact you are right." Rum leaned on the soft sofa and crossed his legs. He was not at all as depressed as he said, "Gin is talking to a program. The designer disappeared when contacted, his name is..."

Itakura Taku.

Nobushige knew about this man and that he was involved in the organization's final plan. However, perhaps even the organization didn't know that he had the habit of keeping a diary, so much so that he revealed a lot of information to Conan.

"Taku Itakura." Rum said, "But the people I sent later reported that Taku Itakura was dead, so his line was interrupted. But now all illegal entry and exit channels in Japan are through our Under control, it can be confirmed that gin and vodka have never left Japan. As for other clues, you and Bourbon need to find them, and I have full confidence in you."

This was the first time Nobuhiro heard the name of Vodka after Gin disappeared. It was also at this time that he realized that it was not just Gin who was missing.

… Vodka is so humble.

But then again, does Gin know that Rum has entrusted his life and fortune to the hands of two undercover agents? Thinking about it this way, he is actually quite humble.

"I understand." Xinfan nodded lightly.

Rum glanced at him lightly and added: "I immediately investigated Gin's call records after he disappeared. You were the last person Gin and Vodka contacted. You have to know the importance."

Nobuman suddenly became happy. He sneered and asked, "Actually, this is the reason why you and your husband didn't tell me, right?"

"It's okay to know some things in your heart. People who talk too much often don't live long." Rum's expression was still calm and calm, but there was a coldness slowly condensing in the air.

Xinfan gently twitched the corner of his mouth: "Thank you for your warning."

"No, that's advice," Rum said gently.

Xinfan didn't want to argue with him, and he wouldn't stop doing what he had to do, whether it was a warning or an advice.

Before leaving, Rum suddenly stopped him again.

"If you need to take explosive action when assassinating Mata Gong, just contact Curacao directly." Rum said with a smile, "That kid is very good at this."

Nobuhiro raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

Rum's eyes actually showed pride: "Curaçao is good at everything."

This expression and tone made it seem as if he and Curaçao were not superiors and subordinates, but father and daughter. It's really a bit weird.

Probably seeing the strange look in Mescal's eyes, Rum cleared his throat covertly, and said in a regretful tone: "Actually, in my heart, the most suitable test subject should be you."

Nobuhiro became even more averse to the cold.

He said nothing, only nodded slightly to show courtesy, and then exited Rum's office.