Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 264: Xiao Golang in the Bar (Part 5)

Seeing that the bartender and the wax sculptor seemed to be discussing how to cut Jack into shreds, Conan quietly approached the wax sculptor.

"Um, Mr. Philip, why are you here with him..."

Obviously, if Conan has to choose between Jack and the wax figure artist, he will definitely choose the wax figure artist. After all, the latter only targets criminals, while the former is hard to say.

Maori Kogoro also noticed the movement here at this time. He recognized Jack: "Oh, isn't this the steward beside Mr. Melody? I didn't expect to see you here."

Jack greeted politely, "Ah, it's Detective Maori. You left in such a hurry last time that the master didn't have time to give you the bottles of fine wine he had prepared."

Kogoro Mouri recalled the scene when he came back from the banquet last time. It seemed that he was moved out by Xiaolan and Sonoko because he was bragging and drinking in front of the guests and got drunk.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Melody actually prepared a gift for me? This is really..." Kogoro Mouri was regretting not getting those bottles of good wine.

Damn it! I should have drunk less. A noble like that would give me a gift of wine. Regardless of whether it tastes good or not, it's definitely not cheap! Maori Kogoro looked like he'd missed out on hundreds of millions.

Conan looked at Kogoro Mouri's expression and knew what he was thinking, and his half-moon eyes were revealed.

Jack then said, "How about I send those bottles of fine wine to you, Detective Maori, someday? What's your address?"

Conan was sweating profusely: Oh no! If I let Jack come to deliver the goods to my door, how can I sleep well at night? No! This house is full of Jack's smell! I have to stop my uncle!

So he immediately jumped out: "No! Absolutely not!"

Maori Kogoro immediately became unhappy: "What are you talking about, little brat? This is the good wine that Mr. Melody wanted to give to me. What does it have to do with you?"

So Conan started making up excuses: "But, but... By the way, Xiaolan will definitely not allow you to drink so much! And those gifts are so expensive!"

Maori Kogoro complained: "Hey, at worst I won't drink it myself, I can just sell it online. How much would that cost?"

Jack at this time: Good man, it seems a bit unkind to sell the gifts given by others, and why did you say it in front of others?

Conan was immediately furious and began to rack his brains to think of a solution: "Oh, uncle, I heard that those top-notch wines will inevitably have problems during transportation, so..."

Jack then stood up and grabbed Conan by the back of his collar. "Detective Maori, this young detective wants you to come directly to our mansion to pick up the wine. If some unscrupulous delivery staff sees this wine, it might cause trouble. Or you can just come to our mansion's wine cellar and pick out a few bottles of good wine."

As soon as these words came out, Maori Kogoro's eyes lit up: "Really? That's really great!"

Conan was now sliding his limbs in the air like a kitten with fate grabbing him by the scruff of the neck: "Put me down!"

Then, Conan was taken by the wax sculptor and carried to the seat next to him.

"Oh, Jack, you've really fallen now. You even like to bully children." The wax artist complained to Jack without changing his expression.

"Oh? Has my status in Mr. Philip's heart declined?"

"No, I've reserved a spot for you in my wax museum, just waiting for you to stand there. If you have a chance, you can come over and try out the environment here."

"Please allow me to decline Mr. Philip's kindness. Mr. Melody still needs me. If I really take up the position in your wax museum, he will be left alone."

Conan was stunned as he listened to this. No matter how you look at it, the description of "staying alone in an empty room" is too outrageous.

[Photographer: Jack! What! Are! You! Saying!?]

[Sculptor: Mr. Joseph's fame is about to be ruined. (Laughs)]

Madam Red: That's true to some extent. Aside from the Umbrella Brothers, everyone else here lives in a single room. When Frederick first arrived, he didn't have a new place to stay. I was hoping to bring him to my castle for a while.

[Composer: But in principle, supervisors are not allowed to live with survivors.]

[Explorer: But it is possible between survivors.]

[Composer: Norton, it's all your fault. Why didn't you remind me that Orpheus snores when he sleeps?]

[Explorer: Who would have thought that you and he would end up sharing a home?]

[Reporter: Snoring at night may be due to incorrect sleeping posture. Long-term snoring may lead to...]

[Novelist: Stop talking, can’t I just revise it?]

[Entomologist: I'm afraid your only treatment is drinking a small potion.]

[Philanthropist: You're right, nightmares really don't make you snore.]

[Lawyer: He doesn't snore, but his character is extremely poor. (Pointing with middle finger)]

The bartender threw the ice pick back into the bucket and pulled Conan to his side.

"Okay, don't listen to their nonsense. Conan, we've met before. I'm Demi Bourbon, a member of the survivors' logistics team. Eli has had such a big incident that I had to come all the way from Italy to see him."

Although he was puzzled that the bartender's last name was the same as the code name of Amuro Toru's drink, Conan still sat next to the bartender obediently: "Sister Demi, how is Brother Eli now?"

"Although he's out of danger, he's still running a fever. He should be fine once he gets through it. Sigh, he always likes to put so much pressure on himself. Now, as the team leader, I'm the only one left to lead the entire logistics team."

"Team leader? Are there people leading each group of survivors?" Conan became curious.

"I guess so, but not the kind of leader who gives you superiors and subordinates. I think they're the kind who distributes supplies, assigns new people, and does specific work. Generally, the ace of each group isn't the team leader. Even though they have outstanding abilities, in other aspects..."

[Mercenary: Actually, it's because they are easily locked up in the dark room and can't participate in the ranking at all.]

[Antique Dealer: So now we need the second tier to come up and reinforce us.]

[Jack: I understand the logic, but you have too many strong lineups. Three ban slots simply can't ban them all. I suggest changing it to six ban slots.]

[Mechanic: Lao Jie, do you want to make sure every one of us can't play?]

[Wax sculptor: I think this is possible.]

[Noisy: Indeed, any survivor who gathers a few of the first tier together can easily kill them.]

[Savage: Mike, why are your elbows bent outward?]

[Noisy: I think it would be nice for everyone to hang out in a small dark room.]

The bartender continued, "For example, the operations team is led by the first officer, the research team is led by Ms. Farrow, and the patrol team... forget it. The patrol team has always been a fierce rivalry, with everyone from stingy people to troublemakers. Now there's no one who can lead and control them."

Conan felt a little embarrassed after hearing this. It seemed that the patrol team was an extremely chaotic group.