MTL - I Really Don’t Want To Inherit the Winery-Chapter 15

21, Rice Flower Town 2-chome, Agasa House.

Hai Yuan was wearing a nightgown and was about to go back to his room when he heard the phone ring.

"Maoshi Maoshi?" She yawned, "What's the matter with you so late?"

Conan's voice came from the phone, "Haihara, what do you think of when you hear Grillo?"

After hearing the name from Kurosawa Toru, he always felt familiar, and after thinking about it, he still planned to ask Huiyuan if he had any impression.

So after returning from the scene of the crime, he called Haihara with Mouri Kogoro and his daughter on their backs.

"Grillo? Where did you hear that term?"

Conan hesitated for a moment, but still said: "From Poirot's boss, Mr. Kurosawa. I always feel as if I have heard this word somewhere, do you have an impression?"

"The boss who is said to have returned from Italy, the word should be Grillo, right?"

"A grape that is widely grown in Sicily, Italy," said Haihara. Then she briefly talked about the characteristics of this grape.

"What, it turned out to be grapes..." Conan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, because of the extensive planting, many wines in Italy are made from it..." Hai Yuan continued.

Hearing this, Conan was stunned for a moment. His face that had just calmed down became serious again, and his heart also raised, "Is there a name for a wine called Grillo?"

The directionality of his question was too obvious, and Haibara was instantly refreshed. "You mean that Kurosawa..."

Conan quickly denied, "No."

Even if he had doubts, he didn't want to tell Haiyuan for the time being. He was too aware of Haiyuan's fear of the organizers.

If that Kurosawa Toru is really an organizer, if Haibara behaves in a wrong way when he meets him in the future, it may arouse the vigilance of the other party.

At least according to his observations during this time, Toru Kurosawa is a very keen person who will not ignore details.

"Just asking."

"Grillo is the raw material of many wines, and the wines based on him can actually be collectively called Grillo wines. There are many other names for subdivisions. And we generally call Sicilian wines, not Grillo wines. ." Grayhara explained.

She thought about it and added another sentence. "There isn't anyone in the organization with the codename Grillo, at least I know, no. So, did that Mr. Kurosawa give something that name?"

"Ah, it's his cat."

"I think you may be thinking too much." Haiyuan said calmly, "I've seen him, and I didn't find anything wrong with him." She was referring to the radar-like sensing of organization members.

"That Mr. Kurosawa, who has been in Italy for so long, may have named his cat that only because he likes the Grillo grape in Sicily. Those grapes are delicious."

Conan's mind also turned around, "There is indeed such a possibility. Perhaps, I can check with him directly."

"You'd better be careful, even if he's not from the organization, it's probably not a simple person. Don't forget the people from the Fengji Consortium that you saw that day." Haiyuan reminded, and after Conan said he knew, he hung up on the phone.

With a muffled bang, Toru Kurosawa lay on his back on the ground and waved his hands weakly. "No, I can't do it, Brother Zhan, don't fight anymore."

The original owner of this house should have studied judo, and there is a large Japanese room on the side near the backyard. There is nothing in it except calligraphy and painting, and at first glance, it is used for daily practice and meditation.

Early this morning, Jin Jiu pulled him here, and without saying a word, he moved his hand.

This time, it was different from the sparring at the entrance. Although Jin Jiu didn't attack him in any way, he didn't hold back much.

Toru Kurosawa could only deal with it with all his strength. At first, he was evenly matched with Gin. He could see through his attack when Gin attacked, dodge correctly and find opportunities to counterattack. Later, as time passed, his physical strength could not keep up.

Now this is the third time I've been knocked over by gin. He has long lost the relaxed look at the beginning, his hair has been soaked with sweat, and it is a little messy on his forehead.

The places where he was hit by the gin were also aching, and the training clothes that he put on on purpose were also messy.

The way he looked was in stark contrast to the gin who was still standing by, just breathing a little sloppily.

He couldn't use the flames of death to deal with the gin, and he was still a little short of gin only with physical strength.

"My physical strength is too poor." Jin Jiu snorted, withdrew the foot that was about to be kicked out, and walked up to him and looked at him condescendingly.

Toru Kurosawa wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said with uneven breathing, "Hey, I will continue to exercise every day in the future. Brother Zhen, please spare me this time."

Seeing that he was still lying on the ground, Jin Jiu kicked his arm with his foot, "How long will he lie down?" Saying it was a kick was actually a slight push.

"I don't have the strength to get up, Brother Zhen, I'll take a rest." Hesawa Toru said.

Jin Jiu folded his arms and looked at him, "Don't act like a spoiled child."

Kurosawa's eyes widened for a moment, and he stared at the person looking down at him in disbelief, "I don't!" Seeing that Jin Jiu was unmoved, he propped his arms up and sat up.

"Hey—" His arm was sore, and he almost lay back, but he still held on. "No, I want to talk to you about it, Brother Zhen, why do you keep saying that I'm acting like a spoiled child! I'm talking normally, why do you think I'm acting like a spoiled child?"

Seeing that Jin Jiu didn't speak, he said again: "Yesterday, he said that I was like a rabbit, and why did I cry. I don't have it. I didn't do that!" He deliberately lengthened the ending.

"It doesn't hurt anymore?"

"It hurts...but I still want to ask you clearly..."

"Wait..." Before he finished speaking, Jin Jiu turned around and went out.

Toru Kurosawa was dumbfounded. this person! what happened! He was talking to him about something, just left!

After a while, the gin came back with a brown bottle in his hand.

"Brother Zhen, what is this?" Toru Kurosawa put aside the previous question temporarily and asked curiously.

"Medicinal wine. Take off your clothes, get down." Jin Jiu said lightly.

Toru Kurosawa hesitated for a while, but under Gin's gaze, he took off his shirt and lay down.

He muttered: "Brother Zhen, it's easy for people to misunderstand when you talk like this. I'm not a child anymore, and I can do it myself."

Jin Jiu sneered, poured the medicinal wine on his hand and pressed it on the bruise on his back mercilessly.

"It hurts! Brother Zhen, take it easy!" Kurosawa shot through his body.

"Don't act like a spoiled child..." Qin Jiu said again, the strength in his hands lightened.

Toru Kurosawa was helpless, "So why do you keep saying this? I'm not acting like a spoiled child at all."

Gin looked at the top of his hair, and a smile flashed in his eyes. He wouldn't tell the youth that every time he heard him call his brother in a slightly prolonged voice, he would have the feeling that the other party was acting coquettishly at him.

He had also heard other people's names from the young man's mouth. For example, the first killer Li Baoen, such as Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Even Bourbon and others who I met after returning. But only when calling his name, Kurosawa Toru's pronunciation is particularly distinctive. And this, Kurosawa Toru himself probably didn't notice at all.

His hands dipped in medicinal wine moved up from his waist and gradually pressed onto his shoulders. When he touched Kurosawa Tetsu's shoulder, he paused, and the breath all over his body cooled down. "What's the matter with this injury?"

During the sparring just now, I could vaguely see through the collar of his collar that there was something about the position of his shoulders, but he didn't think much of it.

When I touched it with my hand, I realized that it was a ten-centimeter-long scar. In the current situation, the injury should not be light at the beginning, and it has been some years, otherwise there will be no such traces.

Toru Kurosawa didn't care much, "Oh, this, Brother Zhen, do you remember the senior brother Dino I told you about, we didn't deal with each other at first, we would fight when we met. This is what he accidentally left behind. ." He thought about it for a while, and felt that he was just in time to tell Gin about the flames.

So how did he provoke Li Baoen in the first place, how did he want to be a teacher, how did he dislike Dino, and the situation of this injury. All told Gin.

He didn't tell Jinjiu about these things in detail before, he only said that he had worshipped the world's number one killer as his teacher, and he took it with him.

By the time he finished speaking, Gin had put the lid on the medicinal wine and put it away. He just sat up and turned around, "So, Brother Zhen, have you heard of the flame of death?"

Gin was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand. Suddenly, a cluster of bright red flames appeared on his index finger. "this?"

Toru Kurosawa stared blankly at the brightly colored flames that contained familiar energy on his fingertips, and murmured softly, "The Flame of Lan."

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Toru Kurosawa: I'm really not acting like a baby!

Gin's cognition: When you call my name, I feel like you are acting like a spoiled child at me.