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

Chapter 165 Tottori Prefecture: Conan, don't come here!

Wind and sunshine.

Clear sky.

However, this wonderful morning beauty, gin has no chance to see.

He was trying to open his sleepy eyes, ready to crawl out of bed.

The lounge is completely disconnected from the outside world. If the lights are not turned on, there is almost no light...

Gin sat on the bed in a trance for a while, then turned on the light in the dark, looked at the calendar, and then sat in front of the computer to process documents - today is another summer day.

Obviously it was hard to enter winter yesterday, and the weather is like a ghost.

Gin complained about the weather in his heart, and then remembered that outrageous dream just now...

Yes, Gin had a dream:

In the dream, he seemed to be carrying a bunch of garbage bags...

Yes, that's right, black trash bags!
The black garbage bag of this shoe is also wearing black sunglasses and a hat, and is holding a small slingshot in his hand...

He brought a pair of garbage bags of this configuration and faced a big boss head-on-a red bow the size of a house.

This bow wears a huge black-framed glasses with an antenna on it; he wears Rolex sneakers, a bottle of branded wine in his left hand, and a big watch in his right...

The two armies faced each other, and the big red bow tied all the garbage bags he was carrying into a string with a single watch, and he was drowned in the wine tank by a pile of deck wine...

In the end, the big red bow won a big victory, compared to the scissorhands, and drove away with vodka.

And after that...

Gin woke up.

He felt that this dream was outrageous, very outrageous...

Gin is sure and sure, that red bow is definitely Conan.

"Why did you have such a strange dream?" Gin couldn't let go after dealing with a few emails.

He generally rarely dreams, and if he does dream, the dream is usually linked to reality—that is, it is similar to a warning signal of danger.

Before Gin Jiu became the head of organizing the Japanese army, he would have some prophetic dreams every now and then, which allowed him to avoid countless life and death crises.

But what the hell is this dream?

"Is it implying that it is not good for me to fight with Conan?"

The dream this time was too simple, rough and easy to understand, but Gin was a little confused, "But, I don't want to fight with Conan either..."

He still wants to protect Conan... According to the meaning of this dream, does it mean that Conan is so powerful that he doesn't need his protection?

Just kidding, just such a small one, even the tranquilizer gun may not be able to knock him out.

And it is also very strange that he is drowned in the deck of wine - fake wine, isn't it just those undercover agents?

But he is also an undercover agent...

Gin was puzzled, "What other garbage bags..."

It should be a member of the organization, right?

Is there such rubbish, Conan will give it all to ko...

Outrageous, outrageous - what's worse, he even drove his driver away, which is really too much.

After Gin Jiu dealt with a few more emails, he really lost his mood, clenched his fists and clicked——

After he had this dream, he really, really, had the urge to beat up Conan.

……

Due to the time jump in the mailbox, there is often a pile of mails.

But this time jumping from the end of active dormancy to the beginning of dormancy, there is not much news to process.

After finishing the gin, I was a little bored and planned to go out for a stroll.

——He is different from Belmode. Wherever Belmode goes, as long as it is not transnational, he can go wherever he wants, unless there is an action...

Not gin.

Not only did he have to report for the task, but he also had to report the travel route, and he didn't even have the freedom to go for a walk...

Of course, but after so many years of coming here, Gin Jiu has always been a good baby, a tool man who obeys the orders of an unscrupulous boss.

Gin repeated his old tricks and sent an email, requesting free movement for a period of time under the pretext of looking for Shirley.

For this request, Qin Jiu dares to guarantee that the unscrupulous boss will definitely agree.

After sending the email, he repeated the same trick, setting up an automatic reply email, turning off the computer screen, getting dressed and going out.

He was thinking about whether he should do something to speed up the progress of the conflict between the two sides. After all, until now, the FBI hadn't moved... The main reason was that Gin didn't have a good chance to find someone to spread the word.

——It is impossible to find Shirley, Gin even wanted to fake Shirley's death, so as to avoid future troubles directly.

It's a pity, that little guy ran too fast, Gin didn't even have time to react...

Gin went out this time mainly to cause trouble, so he deliberately didn't bring vodka, but left a note and took the communication jamming device.

"Noah, is there any news recently? The movements of those people I want to pay attention to are also fine."

Gin changed his outfit in the car to refresh himself, and turned on the radio on the way to contact Noah.

[Yes, Master Blade... Among the people you follow, the Kudou and his wife returned to China a few days ago. After solving a case with Conan, they are currently planning to return to the United States. ] Noah on the radio dutifully read all the mastermind's qualifications.

Gin had a thought: "The Kudou couple? Are they still in Japan?"

[Yes, they are still in Japan, but they are going back to the United States tonight, and I checked the flight information. ]
"...By the way, the previous one was called Shangchuan Leoping, have you guys seen it yet?"

Qin Jiu's eyes flickered, and he had some other thoughts, and after thinking for a few seconds, he asked again.

[Shangchuan Leping...] Noah pondered for a moment, probably looking at the historical records of other sub-programs and the main program, [Yes, it seems that Conan and Xiaolan will take this taxi every time they go out... …]
Gin: "..."

He just called the good guy.

Gin narrowed his eyes: "Let him try to see if he can contact the Kudou couple, and just say that I want to see them... It doesn't hurt to ask him to disclose some organization information by the way."

[Understood, Lord Blade, I will pass the news to the ontology right now. ]
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Tottori Prefecture, a mountainous area.

"This entrustment place is really deep... ordinary people won't come in, right?"

A group of people sat in the back of a truck:

Xiaolan holding Conan, Hiroki's Retsu, Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuha, and a lonely Mori Kogoro...

It can be seen that Mori Kogoro has an extremely unhappy expression on his face:
"I said... this should be my commission! It's nothing to call this kid from Osaka!"

He pointed at Hattori Heiji angrily.

Mao Lilan blinked, with an innocent expression: "Is there any relationship? Didn't Hattori invite us to travel to Osaka last time?"

"That's why he invited us to travel. It's not impossible to invite them to Tokyo, but this is a commission! A commission!"

Mori Kogoro couldn't bear it any longer.

It's hard for me to solve a case by myself, but the detective kid comes to join in the fun...

It's because Mr. Lin didn't put enough pressure on him, right?
(End of this chapter)