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

Chapter 317 Gin: I have to find a way to kill this guy
"...Hiding it?"

Gin pretended to be taken aback, "Chablis, are you sick?"

Chablis's hen-like laughter stopped abruptly, "Ahem, ahem...I said, Gin, you don't have to be so direct."

Gin: "..."

Chablis didn't deny that he was sick?

After being shocked for a while, Gin recovered, "Hang up."

"Wait! Gin, are you really not worried about them?" Chablis was surprised.

"worry about what?"

"Oh, don't pretend to be confused with me, friends should be honest with each other..." Chablis suddenly lowered his tone, "Gin, I've already caught... evidence, are you really, not worried? ?”

"……Ah."

Gin grinned, showing his sharp teeth, "What are you worried about? You should worry more about yourself...for example, Dubnet."

"..."

Chablis' voice disappeared for a while.

Qin Jiu was not in a hurry this time, nor did he hang up, but just waited silently for a moment.

A minute later, Chablis' voice sounded again, but it was a little hoarse than before: "Three, the address will be sent to you later."

"can."

Gin didn't continue arguing with him, hung up the phone directly, and drove to the pier - he finished his work first.

……

Nerima area.

An abandoned warehouse.

A dark sports car was parked on the grassy road, and beside the car stood a blond man in black.

Chablis stood there holding his phone for a long while before letting out a hoarse and deep laugh.

"Ah, it really was discovered..."

He really couldn't hold back his excitement, took off his gloves, and scratched several bloodstains on his face with his sharp nails. He had a sick smile on his face, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, making his eyes look a little red .

The whole person is like crazy.

After torturing his face like this for a while, he finally calmed down a little. The smile on his face changed from crazy to calm. With the slightly slim long windbreaker, he looked a bit gentlemanly.

"Hey~ I have to finish the remaining three places quickly, and go back to have afternoon tea~"

Chablis hummed the scale rhythmically, sat in the driver's seat, and edited a text message to send to someone.

And on his face, those eye-catching bloodstains are slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye...

……

"Chablis is crazy."

After inspecting his last mission site, Qin Jiu cursed and recorded the inspection situation in his notebook.

I almost had a showdown with him just to have an afternoon tea... Is Chablis out of his mind!
Gin stroked his chest, trying to make himself as smooth as possible.

Originally, both he and Chablis were in a friendly state of 'I know your intention is wrong but I won't say it'.

Gin knew that Chablis was investigating him, but to be honest, Gin hadn't done any obvious tricks against the organization so far, so he turned a blind eye to Chablis's investigation;

Chablis, on the other hand, had a sixth sense that he didn't know where he came from. He felt that there was something wrong with Gin, and he had been tracking him secretly, but he also had the appearance of 'everyone is a good friend' on his face, except for occasionally targeting him. Gin wine did not violate the rules.

But this time, Chablis suddenly lifted the hijab away.

The veins on Gin Jiu's forehead were throbbing, "Isn't it good to be alive?"

Now he can't restrain his killing intent towards Chablis...

Gin knew that people like Chablis, unless they encountered something that ruined their views, their loyalty to the organization must be first-class, and no one could persuade them.

If the words don't explain, Gin can still act as Chablis is a little transparent, just be careful once in a while.

And now...

Chablis has said that he seized the 'evidence'...

Gin doesn't know what the 'evidence' is, but it probably has something to do with Yokohama: maybe Miyano Akemi's identity was exposed in the future, or Scotland was exposed...

Well, it doesn't matter anymore.

Gin looked at the text message sent by Chabli, his eyes gradually turned cold.

Since the other party wants to fight him to the end, then he will accompany him.

Just when Gin was about to put away his phone, a familiar number called again.

Gin picked it up blankly, "What's the matter?"

Probably because his tone was too alienated and indifferent, the person on the other side of the phone was silent for a while before wondering:
"Ah, Gin, who messed with you?"

"Chabli... He asked me to help him run three places." Gin eased his tone, "What's the matter, Belmode?"

It was Belmodebender who called him this time.

"Well~ it's because I found a trace of a kitten before, I think it would be better to tell you..." Belmode yawned, his voice sounded a little lazy, "But I'm still looking for a chance to make sure That's it, but if I'm sure, I won't tell you again."

"...Oh, you have a cat?"

Gin was still preoccupied with 'how to find a chance to kill Chablis', and didn't pay attention to what Belmode was talking about.

And Belmode was speechless for a moment, thinking that Gin was playing dumb with her, "You should know who I'm talking about...Forget it, let me tell you one more thing, my plan may involve the police..."

The last sentence successfully drew Gin's attention back, with an inexplicable expression:

"police?"

Brother, is this a bit of a coincidence?

It seems that not long ago the FBI thought they were going to attack the police, right?He is quite worried...

As a result, the FBI is a jumping prophet this time?
Then he is nervous and afraid of a der!

If it wasn't for a lollipop in his mouth, Gin would have wanted to puff out smoke rings.

However, Belmode's 'involvement' is obviously not intended to provoke the police on purpose, "Don't worry, we won't be put in an opposing relationship with the Metropolitan Police Department... After all, the top... still needs to show some face , but I might use some cuties as bait..."

Gin raised a somewhat cold smile:

"That would be nice..."

There's a suppressed excitement in his voice—don't get me wrong, it's not a psycho, he's just the kind who simply wants to laugh but has to hold it back.

Wonderful, the FBI is really a prophet.

It seems that there is no need to overprotect those policemen, and it is easy to say that nothing major happened.

It's just that Belmode's specific plan wasn't very clear to Gin, so Gin could only make a rough prediction—who made her both a bait and a leader?
Moreover, Belmode seemed to have misunderstood the gin, and joked: "Ah, you sound very excited?"

"You heard it wrong." Gin Jiu bit the lollipop twice, trying to hold back his laughter.

Damn it, it should be a serious matter, why can't I help it?

"Okay, I'll continue to scout the terrain, don't forget to take a walk...you can find your cat."

Gin drove his beloved Porsche and happily hit the road.

　On the road

　　
　
(End of this chapter)