MTL - How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police-Chapter 53 Easton Manor 2

With a slightly harsh braking sound, the car stumbled to a stop.

Xin Haikong pushed open the car door, still holding the phone and invitation tightly in his hand.

"Officer, do I really need to go?"

Yamamoto's hand was still on the steering wheel, he turned his head to look at Xin Haikong, and asked with a worried look.

The young policeman's eyes flickered with worry, and he seemed very worried that his boss was on the front line.

"No, I need someone outside to help me."

Xin Haikong closed the car door, turned around and smiled reassuringly.

Then he turned to face the front door and adjusted his suit.

During their struggle, several guests had entered one after another, and a black Porsche quickly passed their car and drove towards the parking lot in front.

Xin Haikong glanced at the black Porsche that had gone away, and quickly retracted his gaze.

The cell phone he was holding was not his original cell phone, but the one that Gin had given him.

Although the two phones look exactly the same, the only one with a locator is the Gin phone.

In order to avoid any unsolvable unexpected situation in this mission, he has set Gin's phone as an emergency contact in advance.

This is a very large manor. After they entered through the nominal gate, they drove for a long time before they really saw the main body of the building.

Xin Haikong stepped up the stairs and stood there, looking up at the deep and narrow corridor in front of him and the black door not far away.

The waiters on the side were all dressed in pure black suits with plain white masks on their faces.

The masks on their faces covered their entire faces, and the pure white masks used black lines to outline their simple facial features, very similar to the faceless man in Spirited Away.

Walking in the deep castle wearing such a mask, it seems to float around like a ghost.

Each of these waiters is holding a huge display stand, and a black velvet cloth is neatly arranged with a variety of beautifully crafted masks.

The two young girls, arm in arm, crossed Xin Haikong, who was standing in the same place, laughing and playing. They took two masks with silver feathers on the shelf and put them on their faces.

Special prom masks cover only the top half of the face, revealing a well-proportioned mouth and curvaceous bridge of the nose.

After Xin Haikong determined that he wanted to intervene in this manor, he specially investigated the relevant information.

This is not the first time that this manor has held such a reception, and almost every time it arranges masks for the guests who come and go.

Some masks do have certain hidden functions, but in fact, most masks just look good and can only cover the upper half of the face, which is useless to those who are familiar with you.

But it's strange that people's words and deeds and acceptance are completely different from before just wearing a mask.

It seems that after wearing a mask, a person can no longer be the original person, and can ignore secular morality and laws and do whatever they want.

Even the action of "putting on" has the effect of removing some kind of shackles.

Xin Haikong stepped forward and scribbled a glance at the masks on display, all of which were flashy prom masks that only covered the upper half of his face.

He pursed his lips, his eyes wandered around the masks, but he couldn't find one with a stronger coverage.

Basically, they are masks that can only cover the upper half of the face, but the workmanship is very delicate.

"Sir, please choose a mask."

The ghostly waiter spoke to remind him.

Xin Haikong heard the sound and looked, his eyes stayed on the white mask on the other's face, and his amber eyes lit up.

"Can I choose this one on your face?"

The male waiter in front of him was stunned for a moment, as if he had never seen such a strange request.

But the well-trained waiter maintained his good manners and took out a brand new white mask from the back box, almost identical to his own, the only difference being that the lines on it were outlined in silver.

"You can use this, this is my backup mask."

Gee.

Attitude is good enough.

Xin Haikong reached out to catch the mask, and put it tightly on his face, his eyes looked out from the small hole reserved, and the viewing angle was not blocked too much.

He was originally wearing a pure black suit similar to that of the waiter. At this time, he put on a mask that was similar to that of the waiter, and he became more and more integrated into the waiter's team.

But the silver thread on the mask makes it easy for others to distinguish him from ordinary waiters.

Such a mask should be most suitable for a guy like him who is ready to do some shady deeds.

Xin Haikong's entire face was covered in a mask, and he couldn't help showing a satisfied smile.

After hearing about the reception format similar to a masquerade, he deliberately adjusted his pace, wearing shoes of different heights, adding shoulder pads to his shoulders to widen the length of his shoulders, and wearing newly bought clothes.

Even people who are familiar with him should have a hard time recognizing who he is before he speaks.

The black door was half-closed from the beginning, and every time someone walked in, it would automatically return to its original position again.

The waiters on both sides are doing the work of pushing the door again and again, and I don't know why the door here is designed in such a strange style.

Instead of bothering the waiters, Xin Haikong pushed open the door of the banquet hall on his own initiative. The harsh light pouring from the crack of the door made his eyes burst into tears.

This is a rotunda. There is a full moon-like pattern on the floor in the middle. It seems to be for the purpose of displaying this magnificent pattern. The middle is strangely vacated, and all the food and drinks are placed in the corner. .

A lot of people came to this reception, but the hall was surprisingly quiet, no one was socializing, and almost all stayed in their own little corners.

This is a rare scene in a normal reception, and it also hints that everyone who comes here is well aware of the nature of the reception.

They all seem to be waiting for something.

What can you wait for?

The only downside of the mask covering the whole face is that there is no way to eat, and Shinkai doesn't even need to pretend to be a glass of wine.

He walked to the corner as soon as he entered the hall, and quickly integrated into the atmosphere of the entire reception, as if he was an ordinary guest, or he could be mistaken for one of the many waiters.

The mask's occlusion allowed him to look at all the guests who came to the reception more unscrupulously. Shinkai's eyes kept wandering through the crowd, trying to find Saiichiro Ishida on the guest list.

Since Ishida Saiichiro is the only son of Ishida Eiichi, after Ishida Eiichi's death, the medicine will most likely fall into the hands of Ishida Saiichiro. This also explains why Akai Shuichi had followed Ishida Saichiro all the way to that remote mountain villa.

Ishida Saichiro will reappear at this reception with a message of medicine.

It means that Shuichi Akai has not succeeded at all.

If so, he will definitely follow.

Perhaps the biggest obstacle to Shinkai's actions tonight is Shuichi Akai.

He must be one step ahead.

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Another corner of the manor.

In the long, dark corridor, two men walked one after the other.

The one in front was about fifty or sixty years old, with most of his hair white, his back straight, and his steps vigorous and vigorous.

The one at the back looked like he was in his early twenties, with short black hair, and his face was full of suppressed dissatisfaction and anger.

"Boy, I'm happy to bring you here because of your father's face. Don't be ignorant."

"You don't want to..."

"Do you think you can hold it if I don't take it? It's your fault!"

After the young man was reprimanded, he slightly restrained the expression on his face, but there was still anger in his eyes.

"If my father were alive..."

"Since your father made that decision, he couldn't have lived, and I'm here to help you survive."

·

hall.

Xin Haikong's eyes turned twice, but he still didn't find Saichiro Ishida. Could it be that the other party hasn't arrived yet?

He raised his eyes and looked at the wall clock in the hall. It was only a few minutes before half past six, it shouldn't be.

There was a loud noise from the door, and Xin Haikong turned to look in anticipation.

The door of the hall was pushed open again, and two young girls in light-colored skirts walked in arm in arm, followed by two boys, one big and one small.

The youngest is Conan Edogawa, who is dressed in a suit and has a stern face. Probably because he was too young, none of the masks prepared here at the reception fit his face shape, so he didn't wear a mask at all.

The big one next to him has short light brown hair, and under the dark black half-face mask is a line of smiling lips. The slender and straight figure made the black suit more handsome and compelling.

Pure male college student - Okiya Subaru.

Okay, as expected.

Xin Haikong clearly turned his eyes and continued to look at the guests in the hall casually.

Suzuki Sonoko is like an aircraft carrier. This time, he dragged his family and led the little detective and the FBI to the scene of the reception again.

I don't know how Akai Shuichi got in there. Could it be that he went back to his old business and seduced Sonoko with his beauty?

And Conan's solemn look just now, Akai Shuichi should have already told the other party about the medicine.

Not so good.

Xin Haikong squeezed the phone in his hand, and the cold phone case gave him some psychological support.

He pretended to be hungry and walked towards a counter with cakes, naturally avoiding the group of Yuanzi who just walked in this direction.

It ended up bumping into another young man who turned around.

The other party was full of alcohol, and the lower half of his face, which was not covered, was flushed.

Xin Haikong's first reaction was to hold on to the mask in time, but Akai Shuuichi is likely to look this way!

Thinking of this, the hand he raised towards the mask naturally fell on the shoulder of the person who hit him, and he asked the question in a very soft voice.

"Are you OK?"

Everyone has conformity.

If you talk to the other party with a loud voice at the beginning, the other party will subconsciously reply with a loud voice.

vice versa.

The mask straps provided by the organizer are very tight, and Xin Haikong also specially tied them tighter. Although it is a bit strangling, it will not fall off under normal circumstances. It was indeed his first reaction at that time, but if he changed his actions in time, Shuichi Akai who was behind him should not be able to see it.

The man who hit him was slightly shorter than Xin Haikong, with purple-gray hair and sea-blue eyes looking through the blue and white mask.

The thin lips under the half-face mask pursed impatiently.

The muscles of the shoulders that Xin Haikong is holding are firm, especially the muscles of the right shoulder are obviously stronger than the left.

playing ball...

Atobe Keigo?

Xin Haikong raised his eyes, just in time to meet the other party's sea blue eyes and the tear mole at the end of the eye.

He almost instantly determined the identity of the person in front of him.

If it was Keigo Atobe, it would be easier.

Originally, he was still wondering if someone hit him on purpose.

It should be simply drunk that accidentally bumped into him.

He released the hand around the other's shoulder with peace of mind, ready to leave.

But the man in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand and put his finger on Xin Haikong's mask.

Xin Haikong froze instantly, his face under the mask was tensed, and his right hand was raised in mid-air, ready to stop at any time.

As a result, the other party slowly removed his hand and whispered in a low voice:

"Xinhai?"

The face under the Xin Haikong mask was blank, was he recognized?

Or, does Keigo Atobe know him?

"Xiao Lan! Come here quickly, look at this."

"This reception is really amazing, I don't know why uncle doesn't want me to come..."

The sound of Sonoko's whirring sounded behind him, which also meant that Shuichi Akai was approaching step by step.

Between the electric light and flint, Xin Haikong reacted, put his hand around the opponent's shoulder, tilted his head and leaned in, still deliberately lowering his voice, and said in a warm and unobtrusive tone:

"I can't believe you still remember me!"

While taking people to the original destination.

Drunk people can easily be led away, at least Atobe has no intention of struggling at all.

Get out of this place first.

He's just an ordinary policeman, if he knew Ajibu, he would only be at school.

There was nothing revealing his identity on him, the only details were the words he said when he just held the other person.

Atobe was able to recognize him just by his voice, indicating that they had a pretty good relationship at the time.

However, due to the character of Ajibu, he did not directly recognize each other, but only whispered, indicating that the other party was not sure whether it was him or not.

They are close classmates and haven't seen each other for a while.

Although there is no specific memory, he also performed when he was a student, so the difference should not be big.

"Hey, where are you going? I heard that you have been promoted again recently? You are so busy that you don't even go to parties."

Although Ajibu said so, he still followed Xin Kaikong to the other end of the hall very obediently.

"reunion?"

When is the party? Why doesn't he know?

"Tsk! That guy Ninzu also said that he sent you an invitation letter, but you didn't even know, did you?"

There was a bit of impatience in Ajibu's voice, and a warm, slightly alcohol-scented breath hit Xin Haikong's neck.

Invitation card?

Xin Haikong's expression was blank.

He tried hard to find the few memories, and finally found that memory from his mind extremely guilty.

In the first week of his arrival in this world, forgetting the exact day, he saw a nasty envelope in the mailbox.

Inside is a full-body toy that pops fists.

He mistakenly thought it was a prank by someone surnamed Matsuda. In his anger, he threw it directly into the closet in the living room, intending to take revenge in the future, but he didn't expect...

"Just because you didn't go to the high school reunion, that group of lunatics quarreled all night. I wish I hadn't seen that invitation..."

Atobe probably drank a little wine, and the whole person was a little drunk, and his words became more and more, and every sentence seemed to have no hope of getting a reply.

But Akibu at least said a lot of information.

High school classmates, the relationship is good, and there is still contact.

That's enough, with Atobe Keigo's shield, his actions tonight will be much smoother.

"Why don't you speak?" Ajibe half-opened his eyes, a little puzzled.

"I don't, I'm just reminiscing. It seems that the invitation letter was thrown away by me as a trick toy."

They have now distanced themselves from Akai Hideyoshi and the others, and when they walked to another small corner of the hall, Xin Haikong's voice returned to its normal state.

Even when he was drunk, Atobu didn't forget to express that he was sneering, and sneered in a low voice.

"I knew it…"

"Why did you drink so much alcohol?"

Xin Haikong did not understand what happened back then, and wanted to shift the topic to what happened now.

"I don't want to come here."

Atobe didn't seem to hear the question he just asked, and he turned to another topic like a chicken and a duck.

But it is also in line with the intention of the new sea and air. He was worried that the information that was circulating was not explained accurately enough.

He pressed close to Aji's ear and asked in a low voice, with a hint of hint:

"Why? Is something wrong here?"

Before the words fell, the lights in the entire venue were all extinguished, and the surroundings were dark.

Before everyone could react, the next second, a light was lit in the center of the hall, and a small table slowly rose.

On the other side, the door of the hall was pushed open again, and a group of waiters filed in, each of them holding a small black box in their hands.

The waiters circled the halls, delivering a strange device resembling an old man's machine to each guest.

Xin Haikong also got one, not only that, but he also helped Ajibu who was so drunk that he still couldn't react.

He shoved the device into the palm of Ajibu's hand, and the other party threw off his hand, stood up straight, and was about to go outside.

"where are you going?"

The purple-gray-haired man was obviously still awake, staggered while walking, turned his head to look at Xin Haikong, and said slowly, "I'm going back."

"Why are you going back? Are you not going to the reception?"

Atobe's attitude was too strange, but he couldn't give up the shield he had in vain.

Xin Haikong took Ajibe's hand and dragged the person back again.

The other party is like a large SD doll who can't speak, let Xin Haikong play with it.

On the platform raised in the middle of the hall, a display case has been placed at this time. An old man in a white suit and a golden mask is standing on the top, and next to him is a person who is very familiar to Xin Kaikong - Ishida Saichiro.

That guy obediently put down his bangs today, and his original facial features became obedient because of this. His face was gloomy at this time, as if he was forced to stand on it.

He was also the only person in the audience without a mask.

"Gentlemen and ladies, it is a great honor for you to be invited to this dinner."

The old man in the white suit finally spoke, but his mouth was full of arrogance.

"It's noisy."

The Jibu people are still leaning on Xin Haikong, so drunk that they don't know the south, east, north and west, and still don't forget to complain.

Xin Haikong straightened the person and leaned against the wall. He took the newly acquired equipment and checked it carefully. If his feeling is correct, this thing seems to be a bit like the voting machine that is often used in variety shows?

All the people around were listening quietly, and the scene was abnormally quiet.

A twisted atmosphere enveloped the entire hall.

"We have waited for so many years, and finally got this opportunity to share with you the joy of time."

The old man in the white suit had an uplifting smile on his face, and the smile suppressed deep excitement and anticipation.

He reached out and pushed Ishida Saichiro to the front of the stage.

"The one by my side is the only son of the late Mr. Ishida. He also inherited his father's talent, and today, he brought a medicine."

He lowered his voice and lifted the black curtain covering the transparent display case with one hand.

"A miracle drug."

There is indeed one and only one medicine in it.

A solid green capsule.

The reason why Xin Haikong can see it so clearly is because the camera inside the display cabinet broadcasts the medicine in real time to the big screen behind.

A small uproar broke out in the crowd.

The group of people closest to the display cabinet are basically grandfathers in their fifties and above, with silver-white backs of their heads.

Even through the mask, one could feel the eagerness in those eyes, and everyone's eyes were looking at the medicine in the middle.

Pure green?

Such a shape is not like the organization's APTX4869.

Xin Haikong was a little puzzled.

He recalled the text messages Gin replied at the time. <

Gin's request was simple: to destroy the medicine and not let it fall into the hands of anyone else.

This is the same as the mission released by the system at that time, except that the wording is different, but the core meaning is exactly the same.

Eiichi Ishida's occupation is the president of a large pharmaceutical company. It is reasonable to speculate that he should have some kind of communication with the organization before, which may be technical or commercial.

Later, Ishida and the organization should have a falling out, and Xin Haikong will receive the task of assassinating the other party.

Could it be that Eiichi Ishida stole the medicine from the organization and smuggled it outside, so the gin will let people directly destroy the medicine?

It is possible that the change in the shape of the medicine may be a means of smuggling by Eiichi Ishida.

And Shuichi Akai was chasing Saichiro Ishida, and also wanted to take the opportunity to recapture the drug for the FBI to do research?

"As for the effect of medicine, you must have seen it before."

The people on the stage continued to speak.

What does it do?

Aren't most people going to see God directly after taking this medicine?

Could it be that these people at the scene wanted to take this medicine and take it back for research?

If there is such a good business, why don't the wineries do it themselves, this is a steady source of money.

Calm down first. What is the effect of the medicine can be investigated later, and the first thing he needs to do is to find a way to get the medicine.

"Medicine, only one."

"The bidder has been put into your hands, and the one with the highest price will get it. Our rules have always been like this."

Xin Haikong looked at the bidder in his hand, the screen that was originally black suddenly lit up, and a simple and rude horizontal line was displayed on the page, which should be for people to fill in the numbers.

Such a simple and rude bidding method, he also considered it before he came, and specifically asked Gin about the winery's budget.

The other party's reply is also very simple and rude - no budget.

Does it mean that he can shoot whatever he wants, or does it mean that he doesn't want to spend money on prostitutes?

Gin should not be a stingy person.

But photographing it doesn't necessarily mean that he can actually get the medicine.

Xin Haikong glanced at a certain FBI through the cover of the crowd.

The other party was staring at the table in the center of the hall at this time, and he didn't even have a bidder in his hand.

After all, some people have been waiting there to prepare to grab it from the beginning.