Conan: I really just want to fall in love with Haibara Ai

The operation made the clerk look directly dumbfounded, and he could only turn sideways to get out of the way and stretch out his hand, "Everyone, please come in." "

I have to say that this shop is indeed more advanced than Mr. Terai's shop.

Surrounded by intoxicating classical music, under the bar, lilac mood lights seem to relax the somewhat tired spirits.

Kuroba Kuaidou took the lead in sitting down on his butt, pretending to say to the bartender wearing a small suit and a bow: "Please bring me a chocolate ice cream, double-ball." "

Less, young master." Old man Terai looked helpless, attached to Kuroba Kuaidou's ear, "Order this kind of thing and people will find out that you are not a child."

"I just love this, what's the solution." Kuroba Kuaidou glanced at Old Man Terai, and then stuck out his tongue and licked a bite of ice cream.

Aoko Nakamori glanced at it and said, "I want Chocolate Parkway." "

Subconsciously follow the fast bucket to make a choice.

"Miss Aoko," Terai said to Aoko, bypassing Kuroba's back, "Would you like a cocktail that looks more like an adult's drink at this time?" "

Cocktails? Want to drink? No problem? Aoko Nakamori asked curiously.

"Wrap it around my terai." He straightened up and whispered to the bartender, "Bring me a martini." "

The non-alcoholic kind." He added.

"Alas," Otoi Hiroshi felt numb when he saw their operation, and sat down, "I want a glass of white sangria." "

Sangría is a type of sparkling wine in Spain. Suitable for frozen drinking, slightly sweet. It refreshes the mind on hot summer days.

“Margarita。 Thank you. Koizumi Hongko, who was sitting next to Otoihiro, tucked her sideburns behind her ear.

The movements are elegant, proud and beautiful.

Otoi Hiroshi was stunned for a moment, he remembered that Margaret was Jane. A liquor created by Duressa in memory of his wife.

The sour taste of lemon juice represents the sourness in the heart, and salt cream symbolizes the tears of nostalgia.

And his wife Margaret is a peerless beauty, especially her eyes, like the clearest lake in the world.

Turning his head and glancing at Koizumi Hongko beside him.

Taste matches temperament.

The glow of the mood lamp dyed her side face, and with that lilac dress, she was as beautiful as a leprechaun appearing in the forest night.

My sister said that purple has a lot of charm....

"What are you looking at?" Hongzi looked away, and her eyes flashed with an intoxicating light.

"Look at the leprechaun."

"Bored man." Koizumi took the cocktail handed by the bartender.

Pinch the foot of the cup to the flaming lips and take a sip.

The last thing to do was Aoko's alcohol-free Martini, and after drinking, she directly showed a little girl's smile.

"This is delicious."

Youth is childish and cute, but it is far from the atmosphere here.

"Oh, come, come... Fortunately, Young Master Otoi and Miss Hongzi still look like that. Terai stroked his forehead and sighed.

"Naw, where is that guy named Lian Luo?" Kuroba Quickdou looked at the bartender.

The bartender raised his head and thought for a moment before replying, "I think Mr. Lian Luo should be playing billiards in the secret box right now." "

What secret box...," Kurotsuchi muttered.

"I'm sorry, this guest, even if it's just for watching, we have to charge 50,000 yuan at our discretion."

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

Black Feather Quickdou lifted the white cloth that had just been placed on the head of the old man Terai, and conjured a pure white pigeon out of nothing.

Under the bartender's eerie gaze, he explained: "We are the folks of Magic Sunday, and we would like to publish an interview in next week's special under the title "Like a magician, a superb billiards master".

"So it's an interview..." the bartender was rounded by him, "Then please follow me."

Otoi Hiroshi shrugged, should he praise Kuroba for his quick wit, or about the bartender's dullness, I can only say that the setting is like this.

Then he got up and looked at Hongko and Aoko.

"You two just stay here, okay?" Otoi explained in a low voice.

Then followed.

"These two guys are so annoying that they actually left us hanging here." Aoko Nakamori huffed and drank the martini in the cup.

"Men are always like this." Koizumi took a sip of the wine, then looked up at the other bartender, "Please get her another martini, it's the same as just now." "

It's just that this bartender doesn't seem to know the situation, and the martini made for Aoko Nakamori contains alcohol....

Follow the bartender into the box, where a game is being played at the table.

The surrounding area was full of spectators.

Otoi noticed that the player was playing an old man in a black suit, who had straightened his white hair into a large back, and had an old handsomeness.

He leaned gracefully on the table, holding the bar in his right hand and the thumb in his left hand, "Ball nine into the bottom pocket." "

The clubhead hits the white ball, which spins very gently and hits the side of the suit number nine ball that is close to the edge of the garage.

The ball number nine rolled towards the hole with the force of the white ball and fell into the bag.

The hand that comes out of the rod is very stable and the force is just right.

There was a round of applause.

Old man Terai nodded, "It's worthy of Tsujiro."

Suddenly, a voice resounded throughout the box.

"What, it's not good at all!" Black Feather Kuaidou mocked.

With one hand in his pocket, his eyes full of confidence, he was not afraid of the eyes of the audience around him.

"Young Master..." Old man Terai was a little worried.

"Your kind of technique will make the legendary club cry." Black Feather Quickdou continued.

At this time, the bartender who had just brought them over also whispered to the owner of the tavern what happened.

"What about Terai? So far, he even dared to come over! I

saw the tavern owner, the boss of the gang back then, with a burning cigar in his mouth and a pair of inappropriate sunglasses on his face and sneering.

"Shouldn't we first explore the reality?" Otoi Hiroshi glanced at Kuroba Kuaido.

"That kind of thing is too troublesome for me, anyway, just take it back." Kuroba Kuaidou shrugged.

"It's from the magazine, right?" The tavern owner walked up to the three people surrounded by his subordinates, "If it's convenient, do you want to compete with Tongjiro and take a look."

"Just what I wanted." Black Feather Quickdou said.

When Kuroba Kumatoto was hesitating which club to choose, Renra Tongjiro walked to Old Man Terai with the club.

"Long time no see, Terai."

"Tongjiro."

"Terai, is that boy a pool master?" Renra Tongjiro asked.

"I don't know." Old man Terai said in a deep voice.

The strength of Young Master Kuaidou is really indescribable....

[Question: Which of the sweet and sour is not a taste? 】