Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 692: Liquor Fangirl

"Why are you here, Xiao Cheng?"

Baijiu left the club and found Xiaocheng sitting alone in the aisle: "Aren't you cold?"

Xiao Cheng picked up the motorcycle helmet and said, "Let me take you home."

"Why...why?" Baijiu asked puzzledly.

"Because I'm scared alone, and I was a little panicked by the threatening letter." Xiao Cheng poked his fingers and said embarrassedly with his head down.

"So let's go home together!" Xiao Cheng handed over the helmet: "We happen to be going the same way, only three blocks away."

"You look like Aqiu, hahaha." Baijiu raised his bangs.

"Then do you want to come to my house for dinner?"

Xiao Cheng asked excitedly, "You don't have a roommate, right?"

"No, why are you asking this?"

"It's okay." Xiao Cheng giggled, imagining obscene scenes in his mind.

The next day, inside the club.

Xiao Cheng was puzzled and asked, "Shuqi, what is the mentality of a man inviting a woman into his room?"

Shu Qi answered resolutely: "He must like that woman, or he doesn't see her as a woman at all."

"Or maybe he just wanted to sleep with that woman."

Xiao Cheng took a deep breath and frowned, "These three lines are so different. I thought they were almost the same."

"It's just a big difference." Shuqi continued to devote himself to the experiment.

"By the way.....Do you know Qiu?"

Shu Qi's expression became intriguing, and she raised her upper eyebrow: "How come, as Xu Jie's fiancée, you don't even know your love rival!"

"Love rival!?"

"Yes, she is Xu Jie's little fangirl. She has been pursuing him like crazy these days. But she is quite cute and pretty."

"Shuqi." Baijiu dragged his tired body to the office: "The aneurysm in the deceased's brain has not been found yet."

"I guess I can't find it." Shuqi shrugged.

"Look at this." Shuqi handed him the photo of Sano.

"This is... Mr. Sano's spinal artery tissue."

Shuqi nodded: "I will slice the tissue fixed with formalin solution and observe it under a microscope."

Baijiu made an observation: "The artery is ruptured."

"That's right!" Shuqi raised his arms.

"This is enough to prove that he died from trauma."

"If it's an external injury..." Baijiu held his chin and thought, "It's a subarachnoid hemorrhage caused by the accident."

"This means he didn't die of illness, but of an accident!"

"That being said, however." Shu Qi calmed down, crossed her arms and made a puzzled sound: "But the time when the trauma was formed is wrong."

"Huh?" Baijiu looked confused: "Wrong time?"

"Yes, it's really strange." Shuqi bit her finger.

Sano's son looked at the honey cake shop where his father worked before he died. The business was booming and there were long queues. He felt very upset.

How ironic the happy honey cake seems at this moment.

To him, this is a cake made with the happiness that belongs to him.

He looked at the word "happiness" and tears welled up in his eyes.

Baijiu called the male lawyer and said, "The autopsy results are out. The situation is a bit complicated. I think it would be better if we meet in person to discuss it."

"So..." Baijiu happened to meet his son with tears in his eyes.

He gradually turned his sadness into anger. He picked up a stone from the ground and threw it into the store. "Bang!" The glass shattered.

After his son looked at Baijiu for a second, he immediately spread his legs and left his sight.

In the tea room.

The lawyer held a private meeting with the factory director.

He took out a thick stack of documents from his bag: "The deceased Mr. Sano received an email on his phone."

"It was sent last night." He spread the paper flat on the table.

The lawyer sipped his tea and said, "The other party registered a free email account, so the sender's identity is unknown."

"The email said that the factory made employees work overtime without pay as a matter of course."

The factory manager put his tongue against his teeth and scratched his face with his fingers: "This must be a prank by someone, or it must be malicious suppression by a colleague."

"Not really." The lawyer crossed his arms over his chest and said, "This is a report from an internal staff member."

"The email also stated that they would clock out at their normal end time and then return to the assembly line to work."

"That's because normal working hours are not guaranteed, and overwork is real."

The lawyer looked at the factory manager meaningfully: "Please consider Mr. Sano and his family who have devoted themselves to the company."

"Please tell me the truth!"

Hearing this, the factory manager couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. He pinched his nose and looked worried.

"Isn't it the factory director's responsibility to protect the staff below?"

"Bang!" The factory director slammed the table, stood up and said excitedly:

"I'm just trying to protect my family! I've already done my best! What else do you want me to do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the factory director fainted on the ground and fell asleep.

"Mr. Matsunaga! Mr. Matsunaga! Mr. Matsunaga!"

A moment later, the factory manager was sent to the hospital.

Baijiu and the lawyer sat outside the bed and talked.

"I heard that the factory manager is the one who works the most overtime. Last year, we started to strictly check overtime, but if we don't work overtime, we won't be able to catch up with the orders."

“So the unpaid overtime after get off work started.”

“After this went on for several months, the factory negotiated directly with the president to either set sales quotas or reduce the number of production steps.”

"The president also scolds them every day and PUAs all employees."

"The original words were, 'There are people all over the country waiting to eat our cake! How can we make our guests sad!'"

"'It's even worse if they lower the quality! This is a betrayal of the consumers. Everyone should be more enterprising!'"

"'If you don't want to do this, you're welcome to resign at any time!'"

"The president said that the employees all worked overtime voluntarily and he never forced them."

"Too much..." Baijiu pursed his lips and clenched his fists.

"This is really too much, it's outrageous!"

The male lawyer continued, "I heard that he threatened them in circles, asking them to speak in unison about Mr. Sano's accident."

"It has nothing to do with the company! We must find a way to make the judge agree that the subarachnoid hemorrhage was caused by overwork."

"About this..." Baijiu said thoughtfully.

Baijiu and the lawyer went to Mr. Sano's house together.

"Are you cleaning?"

"Hello!" Mrs. Sano greeted warmly.

"Mr. Sano's cause of death was actually traumatic vertebral artery dissection. The vertebra is the bone that connects the back of the neck to the shoulder."

"Traumatic...? Was it also caused by an accident?"

"Yes." Baijiu presented the tablet in front of her.

"The vertebral artery rupture shown here is only caused by a significant amount of stress on the neck."

"So what you mean is...?"

"Did my husband suffer an external impact on his neck?"