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"Um, officer, I..."
"Get lost." Without waiting for the black man to say anything, the middle-aged man said impatiently.
"Okay, okay, I'll get right to it, right away..."
Nodding rapidly, the black man squatted on the ground with his hands raised and took a few steps back under the gunpoint of the middle-aged man. He only stood up and ran away quickly after he had retreated two meters away.
"You run pretty fast, no wonder, after all, those who run slowly are eliminated."
Only after the black man ran out of the street did the middle-aged man put away his gun, muttered a few words, turned to look at Karasuma Ying, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Little girl, I'm sorry to make you laugh."
"It's okay, thank you for your help, officer." Karasuma Ying replied in unfluent French.
She just glanced at the ID the middle-aged man took out. He should be a policeman.
"You're welcome, little girl. Did you just come from abroad?" Noticing Wu Wanying's unproficient French, the middle-aged man asked in English.
"Yes, I just got off the plane." Karasuma Ying also switched to English.
"First time in Paris? Alone?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
After hearing Wu Wanying's answer, the middle-aged man shook his head with a headache, and his expression was slightly complicated.
"No wonder, if this is the first time, then it makes sense...
Although it’s a bit inappropriate for me to say this, little girl, even in Paris, I don’t recommend you to be alone outside at night, because this is a very dangerous behavior. You just saw the reason, and I think you should understand what I mean…”
"I understand. Thank you for your reminder." In response to the middle-aged man's kind reminder, Wu Wanying replied seriously.
"It's okay. My name is Deo, a French policeman who happened to be passing by. If you don't mind, can you tell me your name?"
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The last update is also included here... Phew, I finally paid off my debt, I am so exhausted
Chapter 187 Hennessy
Out of a little concern, Deao took the initiative to act as her guide when he learned that Karasuma Ying was still looking for a hotel nearby to stay.
"Is Miss Karasuma Japanese?" Deao asked enthusiastically as the two walked on the street.
"The United States, I've just been living in Japan recently." Karasuma Ying replied politely.
"I see. So, is Miss Karasuma coming to Paris for tourism?"
"No, it's just that the flight needs to transfer here."
"Oh~ That's good, that's good..."
"Huh?" Wu Wanying looked at him in confusion as he said this.
"Because there are no good sightseeing spots in Paris now. To us locals, those are just praised by great writers."
Deao explained as a matter of course: "Not only that, this place is not as romantic as described in literary works. To be honest, it is actually quite dirty and the security is not very good.
In the past, many Japanese tourists came here to travel, but they were all disappointed. I heard that some of them ended up suffering from some strange mental illness. I really don’t understand them…”
As he spoke, Deao walked forward and kicked a drunk who was urinating on the side of the road.
"Go home and pee, drunk!"
After kicking the man over, Deao walked back to Wu Wanying and said apologetically, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. I'm really embarrassed that my motherland looks like this."
"It's okay, I don't care." Wu Wanying shook her head slightly.
She really didn't care, after all, it was a country that had nothing to do with her.
As for the so-called disillusionment with the romantic city...Umaru Ying said that as long as there is no illusion, there is no disillusionment. She has seen more magical things in the United States.
Compared with some states in the United States, Paris is considered good.
The two chatted and, under the guidance of Deao, came to a remote road in the city, which is a night food alley.
After hearing Karasuma Ying's answer, De'ao laughed, "Haha, this tone really fits the world's impression of Americans..."
"Sorry." Understanding the meaning of Deao's words, Wu Wanying replied immediately.
Americans are always arrogant. Apart from their own country, they seldom look at other countries in the eye. They always look down on other countries and peoples with arrogance.
But this is not the case with Karasuma Ying. Although she grew up in the United States, the way she was educated was very special. She is not arrogant, she just really doesn't care.
"It's okay, it's okay. I don't mean to blame you, Miss Karasuma."
As Deao said this, he reached into the pocket of his windbreaker and took out the portable wine flask, opened the bottle and took a sip.
This is the kind of flat, easy-to-carry wine flask that often appears on TV. This is the first time that Karasuma Ying has seen it in real life.
The wine jug is all black, and on the side facing Karasuma Ying, there is a small label that is manually pasted on it.
Hennessy.
It seems that this should also be the name of a kind of wine.
"What's wrong?" After putting down the wine jug, Deao looked at his own wine jug, then looked at Karasuma Ying, and asked curiously, "Does Miss Karasuma want to drink too?"
"No, I never drink." Shaking his head slightly, Wu Wanying withdrew his gaze.
Just a moment ago, when she saw the wine jug in Deao's hand, she suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart.
【Hennessy……】
“That’s a bit of a pity.”
With a smile, Deao said, "I was thinking about whether I should recommend some wine to Miss Wuhuan. To be frank, our French wine is definitely top-notch - at least much better than the British.
The best of these are the wines from the Cognac region, and my personal favorite is Hennessy.”
As he spoke, Deao shook the wine jug in his hand and said, "If you have the chance, Ms. Karasuma can bring some back to your friends, but it's best not to drink it as rudely as I did. After all, wine should be savored slowly..."
"Well, I'll consider it."
As the two were talking, they came to a remote alley in the city. The alley was full of history, with bumpy stone bricks, sewage flowing on the street, and compact signboard shops on both sides of the alley. All of this seemed to take people back to eighteenth century France.
"Ah, here we are. It's this little street. It becomes lively as soon as it gets dark. I always come here for a midnight snack after every patrol. Miss Karasuma, you should have no dietary restrictions, right?"
"I don't really like Western food, especially British recipes."
"It seems we have a lot in common on this point."
Japan, Mori Detective Agency.
"Oh! Megure-san? How come you have time to come here today?"
In the office, Kogoro Mouri opened the door and saw Inspector Megure Juzo, who was traveling in casual clothes, and welcomed him in warmly.
"Conan, go pour some tea for Officer Megure."
"Yes~"
"Ah, don't be so polite, just pour me some water. I came here today mainly to talk to you, brother Maori, about the matter of Onimare who was arrested at El Pharmaceutical yesterday..."
Walking to the sofa and sitting down, Inspector Megure looked around the empty office as he spoke, and asked curiously:
"Come to think of it, I wanted to ask you yesterday, Maori brother, is your assistant, Karasuma sister, not here these two days?"
"Sister Xiaoying has gone abroad for some business these days." Conan said as he ran out of the kitchen with a glass of water.
"That's it..."
Taking the water from Conan, Inspector Megure raised his head and took a sip, then looked at Maori Kogoro who was sitting opposite him and said:
"Let's get down to business. The woman who played Onimare and was caught by you guys yesterday, Maori, is called Freya. She seems to be from a small country in southern Europe called the Kingdom of Andrew..."
"Kingdom of Andrew?" Suddenly, Conan felt that the name was very familiar.
"Ah, it is said that it is a small country that still retains its feudal monarchy until modern times. I don't know more details..."
[Wait, it seems like...]
Conan remembered that in the previous case in the studio, the murderer Daisuke Shibata seemed to have thrown out a handmade picture album after his identity was revealed.
It is said that the male lead of the crew, Toma Katsuragi, finally created the original script of Onimare based on this picture book.
Conan remembered that the name Andrew Kingdom was clearly written on the cover of the picture album he saw at that time.
And at the end of the day, this special album was also snatched away by Onimare, played by Freya, a foreign woman.
[Andrew Kingdom, Onemar... There must be some special connection between the two. 】
"Did she say all this herself?" At this time, Kogoro Mouri asked.
"No, how should I put it..."
Megure Jusan raised his hand and touched his thick chin, and replied awkwardly: "She actually refused to say anything after we arrested her. These are what the police saw in the diplomatic privilege documents of the Kingdom of Andrew..."
"Diplomatic privileges?! What does that mean?!"
"She was released by the government using diplomatic immunity at the request of Kingdom Andrew..." Officer Megure replied helplessly.
Even though this woman named Freya is very likely the murderer, under the government's orders, the police have no choice but to obey unconditionally and release her.
"What?!"
Kogoro Mori was shocked when he heard this. How could a foreigner who was suspected of being a murderer be given such diplomatic power?
"She, who is she?"
"The police don't know this either. The documents say she is a diplomat from the Kingdom of Andrew, but..."
But what diplomat would mess up in other countries? This is not a diplomat from the United States...
It is obvious that the identity of diplomat was just a temporary assignment given by the Kingdom of Andrew in order to get the Japanese government to release the talent quickly.
But this also proves the specialness of this woman named Freya.
She is definitely not an ordinary person.
"What about the other Onimaru? What is his relationship with this Freya?" Kogoro Mouri continued to ask.
Chapter 188 Miss Carly Disappears