The car quickly left the city and headed for the suburbs.

Shiraishi flipped through the phone. This old model made him a little unfamiliar. It took him some time last night to get familiar with the usage again, and found that the sokoban game inside was quite fun.

Of course, there is one more thing to be concerned about than Sokoban…

Shiraishi looked at the only email in the mailbox, and showed a complicated look at the two English words on it.

After he stopped talking for a moment, Shiraishi turned his head and asked Hongye who was driving next to him: "What's your code name?"

He didn't ask the nonsense "Do you have a code name?" Even a fake expert like him can assign a code name, let alone someone like Hongye who has real talents and practical knowledge, and has gone through the back door of the system.

"Merlot, wine." Hongye took out his phone while driving, unlocked it and handed it to him so that he could check the spelling.

This kind of email is usually deleted after reading it, but the two people in the car obviously have a little less respect for the boss.

It was also at this time that Hongye remembered this crop:

"You can delete it after reading it. By the way, recite my email number. Although we can contact without this, we still need to do it."

"I'm reciting." After speaking, Shiraishi was silent for a moment towards Hongye's mailbox interface, "I was just thinking, what are your codenames Merlot, Shirley, Gin, or vodka, rye, but here we are I…"

Shiraishi pointed to "CornWhisky" in his inbox: "Why did it become corn! Bomb explosion experts don't want to lose face!"

After a pause, he suddenly thought of another question, "Wait, corn whisky... It's usually bourbon, right? Isn't the code name bourbon already in use?"

"The name of the wine is not enough, you are a substitute." Hongye has a good understanding of the organization's affairs. "This name may be named because the organization is not very optimistic about that Bourbon. When he dies, you will just take the position..."

"Okay, I'll assassinate him tomorrow." With a pair of unwilling dead fish eyes, Baishi began to talk nonsense.

Hongye comforted him: "If you are very interested, you can also make up the corn brain into 'Kelun', or other homophonic words."

"That can't hide the essence of its corn... Sigh, forget it." It sounds silly, and the big guy who likes to catch undercover may also relax his vigilance... Although he has not caught a few times before.

Shiraishi deletes the emails from the two phones in turn. However, before deleting it, he still used the light screen to privately chat an email address to Hongye.

Although Hongye seems to be an academic boss, the boss's memory may not be reliable. If two people think they have memorized it, but they don't, it will be embarrassing that they can't contact the boss.

The system records can be saved for up to 48 hours, which is very convenient for taking secret notes.

After driving for an hour or two, I finally arrived at the shooting club Hongye said.

This is also one of the industries of the organization. People in black are not on assignments all the time, and there are not so many opportunities to shoot. In order not to give birth, it makes sense to find a practice place.

The two went to the shooting room, the instructor adjusted the equipment and quickly withdrew.

Shiraishi deliberately spread out his hand gun, and the gun appeared smoothly. It seems that there is no surveillance here, and no one is secretly observing.

I tried to hit the 20-meter target, and even though I was ready, the recoil of the shot still pushed Shiraishi's hand slightly.

The bullet flew out and hit the target, and Hongye, who was temporarily serving as an instructor, nodded: "7th ring, not bad, didn't miss the target."

Bai Shi lowered his head and glanced at the pistol, showing a thoughtful look, and after a few seconds, he raised his hand and shot again, hitting the bullseye.

After several shots were fired, in the end, the bullet holes all overlapped in the center of the target, not even a centimeter away.

Hongye finally started to be a little surprised, she thought about it, pulled the target to the farthest 25 meters, and tried again, still the same hit rate.

"..." Hongye was silent for a moment, "If you have mastered shooting skills in advance, you should tell me in advance, and I can make a more effective schedule."

"I used to be pretty accurate when I played with air guns, and I rarely throw mineral water bottles in the trash... But it's impossible to be accurate to this level."

Shiraishi was also inexplicable. He glanced at the gun in his palm again, temporarily put it away, and found an ordinary gun.

The models of the two guns are not the same. Shiraishi took a look at the target and shot it out with 8 rings.

After that, it's all about the center of the circle.

"This world... does it magnify a person's strengths?" Shiraishi touched the slightly hot gun, thinking thoughtfully, "Actually, I always felt that after I came here, I even made up various excuses."

"It's also possible, but I don't feel that my knowledge has increased." Hongye pondered, "Maybe it's because the creativity has strengthened... After I go back, I have to apply for a few new projects."

...Come on, if you go to the winery again, you will be bald.

With that in mind, Shiraishi fired a few more shots at the target, consolidating the new talent that he suddenly awakened.

Hongye quickly recovered and remembered the main purpose of the shooting range.

Since pistols don't need to be practiced for the time being...

She pushed the door and left.

Not long after, he came back with a box of sniper rifles:

"Go to the field shooting range and try this. If you can use it like a pistol, and it's accurate... Why don't you apply for a sniper position for your body?"

Facing her serious eyes, Shiraishi shook a little.

Then he took a deep breath and refused bitterly: "No."

…

The training progress was much faster than Hongye expected.

After solving the problem of "new employees who are highly valued by bosses don't know how to use guns", the plan to live in the shooting range for two or three days was meaningless, and the two returned that afternoon.

Driving on the increasingly dark mountain road, Hongye was thinking about which one to choose to let Shiraishi practice his bombing skills, when suddenly there was a muffled sound from outside the car, followed by the body shaking, and it veered vaguely to one side.

"A tire puncture?" Shiraishi opened his eyes and sat up straight.

"It should be." Hongye nodded with a distressed expression.

But soon she thought of something and calmed down again.

The car stopped slowly, and when it stopped completely, the two saw a simple car in front of the car.

Hongye got off the car and looked at the tires of his car, and then looked at the car in front:

"The breach is very similar. It was probably stabbed by the same sharp object... I called the logistics to tow the truck and take us back by the way."

"Wait." Bai Shi looked at the light screen that suddenly popped up. In the wilderness, there were actually two more tasks on it.

[Save the wise but not sensible honest man x1]

【Liberate the wandering soul full of resentment】

... there is a dead person in the car ahead?

Shiraishi walked to the side of the car, bent over and glanced at the window, it was empty.

Although the trunk has not been opened, it doesn't smell of blood or corpse. More importantly, there is no Mouri Kogoro and Conan here.

Although there is no evidence at all, Shiraishi always felt that this car was probably left by Maori and his party...

It was already dark, but the surroundings were not quiet, there was a loud sound of water.

Looking around, Baishi found dozens of meters away, there was a house built on wooden stakes, which at first glance looked like a bamboo building of the Dai people.

The wooden house is backed by a cliff, and there is a waterfall rumbled down on the cliff, which sets off the house very stylishly.

On the sign at the door, it seems that something "Temple" is engraved.

"Go and have a look." Shiraishi pointed to the special temple, "There is a new mission."

"Okay." Hongye took out her bag, locked the car, and just took two steps in the direction of the temple, when she suddenly heard Shiraishi ask, "By the way, can you read sign language?"