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

Chapter 251 The mission target was killed again

Qin Jiu sighed with emotion at the innocent dead man, and when he looked at the screen again, he fell silent.

Because Noah kindly attached a large description of the case to him.

——He didn't look at anything else, but saw three large characters:

Itakura Zhuo.

Isn't this his meow, his mission goal?

Just, another death? ? ?
Gin had a cold face, and after reading the incident recounted by Noah, he almost gritted his teeth.

This murder motive is getting more and more outrageous...

Isn't it the dream pigeon that we promised to realize together before?Isn't it just that the software is not done?
Can that do it for you?This guy has received such a large order from the organization, how can he have time to control you!
Qin Jiu felt that Itakura Zhuo was wronged for his death—and he was also wronged.

It was a good mission, but it's gone!

"How the hell should I report to the unscrupulous boss!" Qin Jiu felt his teeth hurt again, and his whole face was tangled up, "This software is probably the most important thing besides APTX..."

In his impression, the unscrupulous boss has urged two things, one is Xue Li's progress, and the other is this software.

"..."

Forget it, when the vodka comes back, he will write a report to the unscrupulous boss.

Gin held his cheeks, and decided to let himself go.

Anyway, he should be able to see the news report before the appointment time tomorrow, and the boss should not rely on him at that time.

After communicating with Belmode before, they all reported the news of the FBI's activities to the boss, which has already attracted the attention of that one.

Now, one of Gin's work centers is to monitor the FBI's movements, and report any news immediately.

"……what?"

Gin Jiu's dull pupils suddenly gained focus.

He feels that there are articles to do here...

"If Conan met Shuichi Akai on the road, he also cracked the death of Taku Itakura..."

Did the FBI attack their targets early?

Gin sneered and clapped his hands.

Not bad, really good, a good cauldron...FBI, just put it away!
Thinking of this, Gin opened the email and began to make up things with reason.

On which street and which number the FBI was found, Noah's positioning is simply not too specific.

"Hmm... The target died. It seems to be written by the FBI. The details need to be investigated. Yes, just write it like this!"

Gin felt that he was too witty.

But just halfway through writing, Qin Jiu felt that it was inappropriate, so he deleted it all.

"We still have to wait for the vodka to come back."

Waiting for Vodka to confirm that there is no result, when the peripheral members are asked to find someone, they will definitely find out the truth of the other party's death, and it will not be too late to write an email at that time.

Everything is for... no, it's stability.

No hurry.

Gin calmed his mind, picked up the water glass to drink, only to find that there were only dry goji berries left in it.

"Tsk, it's time to boil the water again."

After picking up a pot of water, Qin dimpled on the bed and hugged her knees, quietly waiting for the water to boil.

Just waiting and waiting, he fell asleep amidst the 'snoring' of the water, in a state of confusion.

The sound of steady breathing was covered by the sound of boiling water.

In the small living room, this moment seemed peaceful and warm... but lonely and deserted.

-

Yokohama.

Chablis and Graff searched for a long time in this residential area without even a house number, and finally found the owner's house.

"Oh... I really can't stand it, the occupancy rate is so low, why don't you demolish it?"

Chablis silently took out a hammer and pointed it at the door in front of him.

"Wait, Chablis, there should be someone in this house, the Lord said, as a guest, we can't be so rude." Graf reached out his hand to stop Chablis' violent break-in.

"...Why didn't I see you stop before?"

Chablis looked at his teammates dissatisfied.

They have broken down the doors of several houses just now, because no one answered the door...

When they broke into it, they found that the buildings were all abandoned, and they didn't know how long they had been abandoned. The floor and furniture inside were covered with a layer of ash, and they almost choked to death on the ash when they went in.

However, Chablis still put away the hammer as good as he could—he thought about it, and he probably felt that it was not elegant to break in like this.

So Chablis adjusted his tie, took off his hat, and was about to knock on the door.

Unexpectedly, Graf was one step ahead of him, with a devout look on his face, he slammed the door twice with his fist, and his voice was full of fanaticism:
"The Lord said, God loves the world, if you don't open the door, God won't love you... and the door won't either."

Chablis: "..."

With all due respect, it would be better to let him hit it with a hammer.

Chablis slowly took out his hammer, looked at his teammate's shiny head, and thought about which angle to attack from.

Graf knocked hard on the door for a while, but found no movement, turned his head and said:

"Chablis, I think we may have missed out again..."

Immediately, he saw Chablis' unfriendly eyes against his forehead and the hammer in his hand, and fell into a moment of silence.

"Chablis..." Graff mourned, "I have always regarded you as my biological brother."

My own brother actually wanted to hit his head with a hammer...how sad?

"Oh, my good brother!" Chablis grinned, "If you keep blocking the door, I will really knock down."

Graf immediately stepped back a meter to the side and gestured for you.

Immediately, Chablis slammed his hammer at the door at an extremely fast speed.

"Kuang!"

"Kuang!"

"Kuang!"

After knocking hard a few times, the door panel was smashed into several potholes immediately by Chablis, and then he came to the door lock again, and kicked again——

The door just opened.

Simple, rude.

The two entered the house, looking at the empty room, Graf showed a disappointed expression: "Chablis, it seems that we have found the wrong one again."

"……yes?"

Chablis scanned the room and showed a very leisurely smile.

"We confirmed two numbers on the front, back, left, and right sides of this house, so this is the only thing left." He touched the shoe cabinet next to the door, "Besides, it's not that no one lives here."

"... Chablis, you are right."

Graff focused on the floor. "There's dirt on the door, and shoe prints. Someone's been in this house before us."

"But it seems that you slammed the door so hard that people didn't dare to come out."

Graff looked at Chablis accusingly.

The latter spread his hands with a hammer: "Oh, my dear friend, what does this have to do with me?"

He closed the broken door and shouted into the room: "Hey, is there anyone? We don't mean any harm, we just want to do a resident survey~"

The house was quiet.

Only Chablis' voice echoed in the room.

The houses here are warehouses on the lower floors, and people live on the upper floors. The area is not very large, only about 70 square meters on the first floor.

There is no entrance after entering the door, you can directly see the living room, and the dining room and kitchen are on the right.

The sofa surrounds the coffee table and there are drinking cups on it, making Chablis reconfirm that someone must have lived here before.

(End of this chapter)