The shop owner looked down and found that the shoelaces were really loose.
He didn't think much about it, handed the gun to his acquaintance, then squatted down to tidy up his shoelaces.
The next moment, a gun hit his chin.
"?!" The middle-aged shop owner was stunned and immediately showed an ugly smile. "What are you doing? This joke is not funny at all. What should I do if I get out of fire? - Put down this dangerous thing quickly."
The person opposite didn't respond, just looked down at the carefully adjusted watch, and then whispered: "Goodbye."
Click, the second hand points to the end point.
Pull the trigger down.
With a "bang", bloody flowers flew out of the middle-aged shop owner's chest. He twitched a few times, and fell to the ground with his eyes open like many wild boars he had killed before.
A life passes before your eyes.
Vodka put his finger on his eyes and sighed silently: Although he had seen countless corpses who died of gunfire, he also created a lot with Brother Gin... But when he thought of the real murderer behind the scenes of killing the unlucky man in front of him, he felt a little sad.
"Hmm?" Just then, Vodka noticed something strange.
The gunshots in the mountains were very harsh, and wild beasts and birds fled one after another. But for some reason, Chizo Kokura, who was not too far away, seemed to have heard nothing, and was still sitting on the swing.
Vodka: “…?”
Something is wrong.
A drug trafficker who was avoiding police investigation suddenly heard gunshots nearby. How could he sit down without worries? Even if that guy naively thought the gunshots were the middle-aged shop owner who was shooting wild boars, he should have glanced at this side a few times.
After a brief moment of confusion, Vodka sneered, feeling that he had guessed the answer.
Everything that cannot be explained can be explained as long as it is stuck on that person.
——Why is Okura Chizo still sitting here?
Of course, it is because he is the bait used by Uzzo to catch Calvados. Uzzo hasn't let him go yet, so he can't leave.
...Although I don't know how Uzzo did it, it doesn't matter. Just like a gun-holding man doesn't have to learn to make steel, an accountant doesn't have to verify 1 1=2, and Uzzo researchers don't have to know Uzzo's operating principle... Just believe that he can do it.
Vodka sighed silently, reducing his already low presence again.
...
Not too far from this.
When the shotgun sounded, Ken Kokura, who was swinging, was shocked and shocked.
But soon he came back to his senses, looked down at his watch, and cursed in a low voice: "Fortunately, I glanced at the schedule when I went out, otherwise I would have been so scared that I had a heart attack."
"Speaking of it..." He looked at the direction where the cafe was through the roof, and then couldn't help but rub his ears:
"Isn't technology always improving? But why do I feel that popcorn sounds louder than when I was a child? Could it be that old man who made a machine that could not be broken for the so-called 'restore'... "
He shook his head and continued to swing his swing, praying in his heart that those troubled guests would finish their project and get out of here.
...
One minute ago.
In the yard of Takehara Cafe.
The old farmer sat next to the bulky popcorn machine and debugged the machine: "Okay, that's about it - after the pressure is high enough, remember to put a cover like this, otherwise the popcorn will fly around."
As he said that, he looked at his watch. It was almost 1:30, and it was time to end the popcorn experience event. The old farmer picked up the hammer, ceremonially stuck the second hand, and knocked the plate on the machine hard.
With a "bang", the sweet popcorn gushed out. As he said just now, the popcorn scattered out, and many of them hit the cover.
Jiang Xia raised her head and her eyes fell to the mountains and forests in the distance.
"Hmm? What's wrong?" The old farmer shook his cover and looked up and saw several high school students with shocked faces.
He was stunned and grinned: "The children today have never seen popcorn from the past, and they are so scared like this."
Hattori Heiji and Conan, who had just searched and rushed back without finding anything, said: "..." It turned out to be popcorn, and almost thought they had encountered a shooting again.
Several high school girls also looked at you and me. They looked at each other with a pair of eyes. They immediately understood the reason why their friends were scared, just like themselves. The blasting sound just now was really similar to the gunshots they usually heard.
"Popcorn is the sound." Suzuki Yuanko breathed a sigh of relief, stumbled into the corridor, shaking her legs in the air, "I thought someone was shot to death."
The old farmer thought she was joking and laughed twice in cooperation. Although he didn't quite understand why the words "being shot to death" were spit out of the mouth of a young and fashionable girl in an understatement, but he had a lot of knowledge in the city. Perhaps this is another popular joke in some city.
He silently remembered the joke and prepared to use it himself in the future. After that, the dedicated popcorn master focused on his work again.
He poured the popcorn into a large iron basin, then took a bowl that had been prepared long ago, and covered the clear liquid in the bowl: "Finally just sprinkle with sugar water and mix carefully - come and taste it, it's done!"
The high school students came to their senses and looked down at the bowl of popcorn that the old farmer had just scooped out.
The expanded rice grains were full, covered with crystal syrup, and the warm fragrance blew over the face, which immediately diluted the solemnity brought by the "gunshot" just now.
Several people took the wooden bowl one by one, looked at the freshly baked old antique snacks in the bowl, and scooped up a spoonful and expectantly and put them in their mouths.
The next moment, their eyes lit up: "It's so delicious! It's different from the ones sold in the supermarket."
"Of course." The old farmer smiled proudly, "So many people in the village can make popcorn, but the store manager invited me alone - my skills are something that ordinary people can't compare to."
Speaking of the store manager, Hattori Heiji sighed: I don’t know if the inhospitable middle-aged man hit the wild boar.
Just as he was thinking, a sound came from behind him, Jiang Xia was chewing popcorn and said slightly vaguely: "Someone is waving to us."
"Huh?" Hattori Heiji looked back at him, followed his gaze and looked at the forest ahead.
Sure enough, from a distance, a man in a forest suit was standing in the clearing ground in the forest, waving his arms toward this side, with frequency and rhythm as if he was saying hello.
The high school students waved to him politely, and at the same time, they were disappointed to find that the uncle had only one person and was not carrying a wild boar.
The middle-aged store manager who had not caught his prey did not stay in the open space. After saying hello, he turned around and entered the woods.
Soon, his figure gradually became unseen.
Chapter completed!