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

Chapter 223 Long-lost mission

three people……

Oh no, it's four people.

Four people left the concert hall one after another without attracting anyone's attention.

There is one thing to say, this place is originally the property of the organization, and the guests who will come here are more or less connected with the organization, and non-core members need to register and verify when they come in and out, and they are not afraid of news leaking...

If the news leaked out, it would be either that there was an undercover agent among them, or there was an undercover agent here.

However, after leaving.

Just as the gin was in the car and the vodka was about to start, Bellmode called:
"Gin Jiu, you probably haven't left yet, have you?"

Belmode's tone hesitated.

"No, why?"

"Give me a ride?"

"……Row."

Gin and vodka waited for a while before seeing Belmode changed into a different outfit and got into his car.

He was dressed in men's clothes, and Belmode was still inflating the clothes after getting into the car.

Gin took a look, "Who are you trying to disguise?"

"Ah, why do you suddenly care about this today?" Belmode gave him a vigilant look.

"fine."

Gin rolled his big eyes.

In the concert hall just now, with Chablis present, his expression can be regarded as restrained.

Now Belmode was left, and the disdain on Gin's face was very wanton.

Feeling that Gin was probably just asking casually, Belmode breathed a sigh of relief, put on a disguise mask for himself, and after tidying up, he put on a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

"Just a doctor, very effective in reaching my target."

After disguising Belmode, his voice was replaced by a clear male voice.

Qin Jiu glanced at the rearview mirror, and felt that the face looked familiar, and the voice was good, "What's your name?"

"New Zhiming." Belmode yawned.

The name came as Gin expected.

Well, because Noah has reported it before...

Speaking of it, he always felt that the name looked familiar, and wondered if it had appeared in the original book before.

"Where to go?"

"Mihuacho [-]-chome, my home is over there."

"Are you sure it's your home?"

"Well, you have to do a full set of acting~"

Gin giggled when he heard that, with weird eyes, "I read Kiel's report that you asked her to find someone for you?"

Belmode looked up and thought for a while, "Oh, it seems so."

"She also asked the finance department to reimburse her [-] yuan in medical expenses." Gin Jiu took out a piece of lemon candy, "What medicine did you prescribe for her, a quack doctor?"

He was curious.

Shouldn't kill Kiel, right?He had sworn to save Kiel.

Belmod: "..."

Could Gin have some confidence in her medical skills?

Also, isn't she cheating Keel so much money because she gave most of her money to Gin?
Although there are hundreds of thousands in hand, the feeling of poverty is really uncomfortable.

"Don't talk about me." Belmode felt that he couldn't continue this topic, "It's you, what's going on with Chablis?"

She could feel the sting in and out of Chablis' words, and they were all aimed at the gin.

It's like wondering...

"Heh, he was like this last time." Gin Jiu acted very calmly, "I went to keep an eye on the annex and he insisted on following me, I'm afraid that I'd get an extra credit."

Belmod: "..."

Is that right?

But she felt that Chablis seemed to be suspicious of Gin, an undercover agent?
Belmode looked at the back of Gin's chair thoughtfully.

What did Chablis discover?Or just plain drunk?
If Gin was undercover...

Belmode's eyes were gloomy for a moment, then he rolled up his half-moon eyes:
how can that be?It's impossible for her to be an undercover gin, right?

Chablis must be thinking too much.

……

Gin sent Belmode back to the home of the new Zhiming deity.

This huge retro mansion has completely become Belmode's own small home...

Belmode also sinisterly invited Gin in for a sit down, Gin gave her a disdainful look, and directed Vodka to drive away——

If he goes in, he will probably be followed overnight by the FBI's tail.

It would probably take him a lot of time to flick these tails, so Gin would not do such an unjust thing.

Back at the base, Gin had to think about writing a report again.

Going out to report, coming back to report, really troublesome...

Qin Jiu turned on the computer with a dead fish face, typed at the keyboard, and quickly wrote a paragraph of text.

After checking it a little bit and making sure that the logic is smooth and there are no typos, Gin clicked the mouse lightly and sent it.

Just after his series of actions last night, Gin Jiu found that there was an extra unread email in his mailbox.

Glancing at the signature with four asterisks, Gin opened silently:

[A rebel appeared among the software developers convened before. The other party copied the software data developed by the organization without authorization. Find the target as soon as possible, determine the location of the data copy, and clean up the people; how is the development progress of that software? ——****]

【[appendix]】

Gin opened the attachment, and there was a list of all suspicious people on it, but these people were all in Tokyo without exception.

"Sure enough, nothing good will happen once you are free."

Gin bitterly passed the attachment to Vodka, asking him to send someone to look for it.

On the network technology, or vodka.

Finding someone, determining the network path, destroying the data, and solving the target...is another troublesome task, and it is not easy to send other people to do this task, so you can only do it yourself.

Gin felt a toothache.

And the question behind it...

"What's the previous software?" Qin Jiu was a little confused.

Did you ask him to find someone to develop software before?no?

Gin found a quest book and started browsing the quest records——

Although sometimes his memory is not very good when he remembers some unimportant things, but fortunately, he has a good habit of recording, and when he can't remember it, he can still remember it...

...The premise is that he really wrote it down in the notebook.

From the current 9* years forward, the year will change every ten days, which is very outrageous.

——Finally, the gin was found.

Qin Jiu looked at this task that was nearly two months ago, but the actual date was five or six years behind the present, and his expression gradually became constipated.

It clearly says 'Itakura Takumi, software trading, at 2:15 on February 00th'...

The date that follows is 1994.

All the tasks before and after this task are ticked, only this one, the front is empty...

The corner of Gin's mouth twitched several times, "He's just outrageous..."

He opened the Noah card calendar that he copied manually, and the corners of his mouth twitched even more.

Very good, February 2th will be in the next week...or less than a week, just a few days, Conan will solve a few cases soon.

Is he about to start the seamless mission again?

Gin made a calculation.

It will take about a week to find and clear up this treacherous software engineer. After clearing up, you can drop by Itakura Zhuo to make a deal...

wonderful.

A der!

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