Conan: I'm Really Not a Model Worker at a Winery

Ireland:"……"

How is changing a place the same as moving!

"Okay, okay, go out if you have nothing to do, I still need to check some information."

After using Ireland as a porter, Chablis began to drive people away.

A vein appeared on Ireland's forehead, he clenched his fist, and went out resignedly: Well, who made him have a boss like Chablis?

After Ireland leaves.

Chablis first browsed the environment, then sneakily checked the corners, sofa cushions, under the table, chair legs and other blind spots, and then patted his butt and sat down in front of the only computer in the computer room.

Very proficient in turning on the machine, entering the password, sending an email to someone, and then opening the organization's database, and starting to search for a person's information...

I don't know why, Chablis just thinks gin is very suspicious, there is no reason to doubt, but he himself is absolutely sure——

There is definitely something wrong with gin.

……

It was still mid-August.

Gin, who was taking a break to eat junk food, sneezed.

"...Who is speaking ill of me again?"

Gin sniffed.

I feel like I'm sneezing more and more often.

After thinking for a while, Gin thought that he hadn't offended anyone recently, shrugged his shoulders, and continued drinking iced Coke.

Today's Gin is wearing a casual outfit, a blue hooded jacket, beige loose sweatpants, and sneakers. He looks like that kind of young student.

'Drip~drip~'

The phone in my pocket suddenly started cheering.

Gin took out his cell phone, glanced at the phone number, and looked very relaxed: "Hello? What's the matter."

"you are outside?"

The call sounded like a leak.

"Ah, yes." Gin took a bite of the chicken rice crackers, "I'm eating junk food."

"……what?"

"Fried chicken, do you want to come over?"

"Don't eat." The other end of the phone refused very simply, "I'm helping my daughter buy food."

Gin blinked, "What?"

"Instant noodles."

The answer on the phone was very calm.

Gin choked, "No, no, I mean, who are you buying it for?"

"Your daughter." The other party remained calm.

"...You mean, Shirley? The world?" Gin reacted for a long time before realizing that he was indeed a father. "Wait, why did you buy her food? Aren't you protecting her?"

The grown-up on the other end of the phone chuckled unemotionally, "Yeah, because the house where she lived, the doctor didn't know what he was busy with every day, and he didn't cook at all."

Gin: "..."

Damn Dr. Ali, don't you know that this will make children malnourished!

Moreover, Qin Jiu felt that it is not good to give instant noodles to children, so he suggested, "I think you can buy her a lunch box..."

Although natto is not delicious, it is nutritious.

"I used to buy boxed lunches all the time, but today she offered to ask for instant noodles."

"..."

From this meaning, it seems that the mirror has been bought for Shirley many times.

Qin Jiu thought for a while, and tentatively asked: "So, who are you calling me this time?"

"When will you take your daughter back to raise?" Jing's voice was slightly gloomy, "I haven't been home for a long time."

Gin: "..."

He could hear the anger of this wife-loving madman.

I haven’t eaten for a long time = I haven’t been home to cook for a long time = It’s his wife who cooks...

It's no wonder that Jing is so angry because he can't eat the food cooked by his wife.

"I don't know about this." Gin laughed bitterly, took a sip of iced Coke, and ate another piece of fried chicken, "At least until the organization's power in Japan collapses...or I'm exposed. It's possible."

"Have your foreign aids not moved yet?" Jing's voice was still cold.

"...That's not foreign aid, don't rely on them." Qin Jiu was a little helpless, "I've already taken action. Recently, they have entered the country frequently, and an acquaintance of mine has also arrived."

"That's the best."

Jing's voice softened, "Also, that disguised woman seems to often appear near the school."

"School?" Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows.

Belmode goes to school...

"primary school?"

"Didan High School and Didan Elementary School, I passed by these two places twice and found her." Jing's voice returned to indifference, "Is she also an acquaintance of yours?"

Gin took another sip of Coca-Cola, "Well, it's sort of... But I can't figure out her position for the time being."

"Then you won't kill?"

"Count me half a friend, let's see."

Gin sighed.

It seems that he has to try Belmode.

It would be troublesome if Belmode had a conflict with them in the end... It would be best if he could persuade her to join him, but the worst thing would be that the other party stood firmly on the side of the unscrupulous boss, then he would have no choice but to destroy it with his own hands.

But to be honest, Gin still values ​​friendship very much.

He'd known Belmode before he was 20, when they both had code names and occasionally acted together - in England.

Later, after Belmode went to the United States, the two of them didn't see each other very much, and what annoyed Gin the most was Belmode's time difference call...

I still remember the last time the two of them met, that was when they were testing medicine 15 years ago.

Gin suddenly remembered that Belmode seemed to have taken that first-generation A drug earlier than him...

But this is also his speculation.

If Belmode eats not APTX, but that...

"alright."

Mirror's voice was a little regretful.

Qin Jiu suddenly felt the vibration of the phone, and glanced at the display screen, "Okay, let's not talk about it, Lie also called me."

"Hang up."

There was the sound of rustling plastic bags rubbing on the other end of the phone, and after it was cut off, an enthusiastic voice sounded:

"Brother Blade! I heard that you are resting today~"

"Well, what's the situation over there." After eating a piece of fried chicken, Gin extended his sinful claws to the French fries.

"Haha~ It's nothing, I just want to express my condolences to Brother Blade... By the way, Hiroki misses you too~"

Gin was drinking Coke, rolling his half-moon eyes, "So, you didn't call just to chat with me, did you?"

strong:"……"

It's over, brother Yan found out that he was fishing, what should I do, wait online, urgent.

Chapter 208 On the Self-cultivation of an Undercover Agent

The days jumped to October in a hurry, and the time on the calendar turned another page unconsciously...

But Gin didn't care anymore.

Anyway, he lived his life, and he lived his life, just ask Noah to get him a new electronic calendar every few months.

Gin is also quite strange, obviously asking others to skip the date the next day, buying an almanac and looking it up by myself, the dates are all normal...

He feels that the company that prints calendars in this world may have a more correct concept of time.

In the base, there was a stack of papers by Gin's hand, on which were densely written strings of letters and numbers.

And the writing is so sloppy that no one can understand it except Gin himself.

"This guy has come, which means that the FBI should not take long to take action."

Gin took a pen and wrote English letters one by one, frowning, "They have to make some moves... Otherwise, the unscrupulous boss might not realize anything."

The actions of the FBI this time can be said to be very secretive, and besides the FBI, there are public security agencies in other countries.

However, there is no news from the outsiders of the organization... indicating that these operations may be carried out in secret, and even the undercover agents placed by the organization on the other side have not received any news.

However, Gin believes that these undercover agents will always get news, after all these people are deployed in Japan... But this is not what Gin wants to see——

Those people at the FBI don't know anyone else in the organization other than him.

Gin thought about it, and found it a bit strange:

Originally, there were basically no undercover agents on Pisk's side, but it was discovered that all the undercover agents were from his side...

At most, there will be a rebellious boy on Pisk's head, unwilling to accept the squeeze of the organization, don't wait-but there are very few.

After all, there is nothing like the group of gin and wine for crushing.

However, he still has the most undercover agents, which leads to a problem—the undercover agents don’t recognize Pisque, and they don’t recognize the current Chablis...