Conan, My Neighbor Kurosawa Jin

Chapter 312 Invitation Letter

After eating and drinking, Imaguchi held a cup of black tea in his hand. While drinking, he picked up the newspaper that Gin had placed aside and started reading.

"This newspaper?" Looking at the war news reported in the newspaper, Imaguchi looked at Gin in surprise. This newspaper shouldn't be from the plane, right?

"I bought it before boarding the plane. The news is really fast." Gin nodded. This newspaper was the news about the Middle East that he asked for before boarding the plane. It reported in detail about yesterday's war in the Middle East. Condition.

As for the two people who made the deal with Gin, one of them has been blasted into the sky by artillery fire, while the other has no information at all in the news, so he must have left.

Although Imaguchi has never seen Gin's mission target, he has seen photos of the two of them in previous investigations, and now one of the obituaries above is exactly one of them.

"If he's like this, does your mission not matter?" Everyone is dead, so is the mission completed or not? Imaguchi looked at Gin with some doubts.

"No, I have already given him what he asked for. The money and goods are cleared. It doesn't matter what happens next." Gin did not read the contents of the newspaper, but picked up the military magazine beside him and read it.

Hearing what Gin said, I wasn't worried about anything else. If Gin didn't care, then he didn't care even more.

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Awei held a knife in one hand and a talisman in the other. He looked at the open door in front of him and rushed in angrily.

"I'll fight with you! I won't die!"

There was no one in the room, except for a red coffin, and in front of the coffin stood a slim and beautiful woman wearing a red wedding dress.

The woman had a complicated look on her face, glanced at Ah Wei with resentment, let out a sigh, and then the figure in front of her disappeared, leaving only the red coffin.

Lying in the coffin was the female ghost he had seen before, but this time the other person's hijab was properly covering his head. Awei didn't care about anything else. When he saw the body of the female ghost, he quickly closed the coffin lid and put the talisman paper in his hand on the coffin. The next second, the coffin suddenly made an explosion sound.

Awei was so shocked by the explosion that he quickly covered his head. When he opened his eyes again, the coffin in front of him had disappeared, along with the original haunted house, leaving only a wasteland.

Awei stood in the middle with a confused look on his face, not knowing where to go.

Half a month later, Awei was sitting at the dining table at home, helping to place things, and a beautiful and slim beauty in a red dress came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of dishes.

Awei looked at his gentle and virtuous girlfriend and smiled happily.

There was silence in the room, only the clicking of the keyboard could be heard. Imaguchi saved the novel he had written and stretched after sending it to the editor.

Because he has always liked reading, he also likes writing novels. He finds it very interesting, but typing feels so tiring! My back and back ached every now and then. Sometimes I wanted to ask Dr. Ah Zhen or Dr. Ah Li if they had any high-tech products that could convert his brain waves into words.

Standing up and pouring a glass of water from the kitchen, Imaguchi stood on the balcony, looking at the scenery outside, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Imaguchi has some doubts in his heart. Very few people come to his house. The children from the Youth Detective Team and Xiaolan should not be out of school yet. He hasn't bought anything recently, and Ah Jinlai has the key and doesn't need to knock it. door, so he really couldn't figure out who was coming.

Although he was a little confused, he put down his cup and walked over. Standing outside the door was a postman.

"Hello, Miss Imaguchi, here is a letter from Mr. Imaguchi, please sign for it." The postman nodded heartily when he saw that it was Imaguchi who opened the door. He had been here many times before to help deliver letters from Kanazawa.

Because the name left behind was all Mr. Imaguchi's, the postman always thought that Imaguchi was Mr. Imaguchi's daughter or sister. He was not surprised to see that this time the letter was signed for by Imaguchi again.

"Okay." Imaguchi looked at the thin letter in the postman's hand with confusion. He couldn't remember what letter he had. The letter from Kanazawa shouldn't be from the past two days.

After signing for it, Imaguchi took the letter from the postman and looked at the unfamiliar sender. I thought it was some kind of flyer, but when I opened it, it turned out to be an invitation letter.

Moreover, it was an invitation letter that should have been sent to the detective, but I don't know why it was sent to him. Fortunately, there was also a letter included in the invitation letter.

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Invite you to the party

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I'm very honored to have you here

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Regardless of whether you come here or not, please accept these two million yuan...

Looking at the check for two million yen under the invitation letter, Imaguchi felt a little surprised.

This invitation was indeed a detective invitation. Because Imaguchi had written detective novels, he was one of the invited ones, and the person who invited him even offered him two million yen, and It is not mandatory for him to attend the party.

Imaguchi looked at the invitation letter in his hand, as well as the check and letters beside it, and Imaguchi admitted that he was a little tempted. Two million yen in travel expenses and an interesting party are really exciting!

Unfortunately, he just returned from the Middle East not long ago. Now he is very attached to his cabin and does not want to continue traveling in various cars.

Of course, if the location of the invitation is within reach of him, that would be no problem. Unfortunately, there is no Doraemon's Any Door in reality.

I don't want to ride around in the car anymore. Now I just want to have a good sleep in my own house, preferably for seven or eight days.

So although he was more interested in the content on the invitation, Imaguchi could only put it aside. He touched his shriveled belly and suddenly missed the sandwiches in the cafe.

Although they are all sandwiches, I always feel that the sandwiches made by Mr. Amuro are more delicious, since the steps are obviously similar!

After changing his shoes, Imaguchi finally walked out of the house again. Looking at the brightly colored flowers, plants and trees outside, Imaguchi took a deep breath and felt that his whole mood became more comfortable.

"Ms. Imaguchi, how about lunch!" A lady with glasses and short hair said hello after seeing Imaguchi.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Ben!" Imaguchi said with a heartfelt smile.

"Good afternoon, Mingmingzi!"

"Good afternoon, Imaguchi!"

After countless greetings, Imaguchi finally arrived at Poirot Cafe. Looking at the two people working in the cafe, Imaguchi said hello to them.