Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 296 I don't know what title to take, so let's call it this

Gin jokes are short.

Chablis' retelling was also very brief—that is, he told Bourbon exactly what Gin told him on the phone.

Strictly speaking, this 'joke' is not really a joke.

Because if you tell someone from the FBI, it is estimated that the other party will immediately put up a face, then put up a certain finger, and then say "flower Q".

Of course, in reality, the other party's reaction may not be too great, but it will definitely feel inexplicably ashamed...

Only those who organize this group of people who have been against the FBI for a long time will laugh out loud after hearing this joke.

In fact, Ireland just went out to eat, and also had a good time at the door.

……

"F, people from BI, kidnapped??"

After listening to Chablis' joke, Bourbon's beady eyes became even more perplexed.

"Yes, yes, it's funny, isn't it?"

Chablis narrowed his eyes, his eyebrows crooked with a smile, but he looked at Bourbon through the gap with a little scrutiny.

Bourbon couldn't believe it, and repeated, "Mr. Chablis, is this true?"

Chablis nodded confidently, "Of course, there is no deception!"

Hearing his affirmation, Bourbon's expression gradually returned to normal, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice.

"Ha...hahaha!"

In the end, he still couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud, with two tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, and he paused, "People from the FBI, aren't they too bad?"

Bourbon's smile is half happy and half sad.

He will never forget that his best friend was killed by the FBI star, the man wanted by the organization...

FBI, that's it?
Bourbon knew that his friend's death had nothing to do with the FBI, but this did not prevent him from gloating, and at the same time, he felt more resentment towards Shuichi Akai...

But when Chablis saw Bourbon smiling so happily, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

He could tell that the other party's smile was definitely genuine.

After all, as long as people in the organization hear the news, they will either take it as a joke or laugh at it...

However, Chablis is still immersed in the conspiracy theory of "three whiskeys and three traitors" and cannot extricate himself.

'Even his colleagues can laugh at will, it seems that he is a senior undercover agent. '

Chablis said to himself in his heart.

He had already suspected that Bourbon might be a traitor, so it was impossible for him to deny his suspicion.

After staring at Bourbon for a long time, Chablis raised a bright smile when the other party was almost smiling:

"By the way, Bourbon, you should understand everything about our affairs here, right?"

"Yes, I remember that I should take over the duties of Miss Claret and Grappa...the dead member, right?" Seeing that Chablis started to talk about serious matters, Bourbon quickly straightened his face.

"That's right, that's right." Chablis nodded with a smile on his face, "But those things are minor issues, left over from Pisker's previous affairs, just let your subordinates take care of them~"

Bourbon was stunned, "Then I..."

"You should familiarize yourself with my rhythm with my people recently."

Chablis pointed to Graff, "During this time, you should act together with Graff first. After all, changing to an unfamiliar environment requires a familiarization process... Otherwise, it will be too bad if you can't keep up with our rhythm. .”

"Yes, Mr. Chablis, don't worry, I will get used to it as soon as possible." Bourbon nodded.

"Well... what did you go to America for?"

Chablis asked suddenly.

Bourbon replied with a natural expression: "It's just to chase the traces of some people...mainly those from the FBI."

"Oh..." Chablis nodded, took a sip of Graff, and then asked a wide-ranging question, "When you were at Gin, how many people acted together?"

"... Me?" Boben paused, "It's usually a temporary team, and there is no fixed member to act with me."

"That's it~"

Chablis raised his brows and smiled again, "Okay, it's okay, you can go and rest."

"Ok."

Bourbon breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, his expression remained unchanged, and he left with his suitcase.

And Chablis kept staring at him until the door of the room closed automatically and there was no one in sight.

Chablis shook his glass thoughtfully, staring at the liquid in the glass.

At this time, Graff finished his work, came over from the computer, and sat opposite Chablis, "What's wrong with this person?"

"I suspect that he, like those two, is an undercover agent of other state agencies."

"...Then you still call people to come to the base?"

"Isn't that just right?" Chablis laughed nervously. "If he reveals the news about the base, wouldn't it be a fact that he is an undercover agent? At that time, I can get rid of him directly. At worst, just change the base." .”

Graff was silent for a moment, and took out the cross, "But the Lord said, half of the undercover agents you suspect are our own."

"The Lord never said that!"

Chablis rarely got angry, but stared back and refuted.

because……

"I remember 13 years ago, you suspected that a person was an undercover agent, and after that person was intimidated by you, he asked to retreat from the core member to the periphery."

"To shut up!"

"Ten years ago, that coward was scared to death by you. Later, it was discovered that it was the grandson of an old member who entrusted his relationship with him to raise him. And that old guy is still worried about it..."

"Graff!"

"Seven years ago..."

'Boom! '

Chablis kicked over the table and grabbed Graf by the collar, his face as black as a frying pan, "If you shake my black material again, I'll scratch your face!"

Didn't he just make mistakes a few times?

This time his intuition must be right!

"The Lord said that scratching people's faces is always a girl..."

"Graf!!"

Xia Buli shook off the gloves vigorously, raised his hand and pressed his nails on Graff's face.

Right now...

After eating, Ireland greeted Bourbon, walked in through the door, and saw the scene inside.

Looking at the table that was broken in two again, the veins on Ireland's head couldn't stop beating n times. After putting down the lunch box, he stepped forward and grabbed the two of them in his hands, and let out a dragon roar with both hands:
"Chablis! Graff! When are you going to calm down!!"

He went out for half an hour, and another table was scrapped!
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Tokyo, rice flower town.

Belmode stayed in the newly released house, watching the complete email forwarded by Gin, laughing happily.

Today, because the students didn't attend class, she didn't need Yi Rongcheng to work as a school doctor...

After laughing enough, she happily called the news to Calvados and Keir who continued to work here temporarily.

——Good news, everyone wants to share it together.

but……

Belmode paid attention to a description in the email.

Several children, including a little boy wearing glasses, and a girl with brown hair...

Belmode narrowed his eyes.

"Sure enough, we still need to confirm..."

(End of this chapter)