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

Chapter 440 Ready to pick up the 'machine'
Matsuda Jinping looked at Lie's white hair and fell into deep thought.

He seemed to see a big black pot on Lietou.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from beside him:
"You are... Matsuda?"

The slightly familiar voice made Matsuda Zhenping turn his head, and then he was taken aback: "You are... Zero? Why are you here?"

He hasn't seen this old classmate for a long time.

The visitor had blond hair, but he was wearing a hat and a windbreaker, covering most of his features.

Jiang Guling, who just wandered over from another place, scratched his cheek, "I, just, come to do something..."

He knew that his old classmates were all pulled over by that organization, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Moreover, since he went undercover, he and Matsuda haven't seen each other for more than five years...

But after thinking about it, Jiang Gu zero guessed that Matsuda might not know that he knew about it, so he just calmed down and didn't think about anything else.

And Matsuda Jinpei had never heard of the fact that Rei Fuguya had contact with the five-star team, and pretended that he didn't know that he organized an undercover agent, "Oh, yes... I remember you joined the police."

Matsuda Jinpei was a little surprised that the two of them would run into each other at the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department, and it was very late at night.

In addition, he and Jiang Gu Ling were not undercover in the same organization like the other party and Zhu Fu Jingguang, and they felt a little alienated.

It's just that this sense of alienation quickly disappeared in the following conversation:
"Matsuda, are you and this...sir, are you rehearsing some stage play?" Fugu Ling blinked curiously.

Because when he came here, he saw Matsuda Jinpei sitting on the ground very decadent, as if he had failed in the workplace; and then the white-haired man seemed to have encountered something particularly worrying and was clutching his chest...

But as soon as he spoke, the two became normal at once.

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

Rehearsing for a play?
Well done, it seems that he lost all face in front of his old classmates.

"It's not a stage play~ Xiaoboben." Lie recognized Rei Jianggu at a glance, after all, he was someone they had paid special attention to before, and smiled, "We are going to prevent floods and rescue disasters~"

Jiang Guling: "???"

What the hell is flood prevention and disaster relief?

...No, this is not the point!

"You, you are?" Jiang Gu Ling's eyes were fixed, he took a step back and was about to draw his gun, but suddenly realized something, and stopped his movement.

"Hey, my name is Chi Yanlin, of course you can call me Lie~" Lie smiled and pulled Matsuda Zhenping up, "Well~ should I call you Xiao Ling now? If you want to join us sometime, come and see I can do it too~ We are short of criminal talents with high IQ like you!"

Jiang Guling: "..."

Please remove the two words in front of 'criminal talents', thank you.

By the way, are people in this organization so open and aboveboard when recruiting people?
This time it's directly at the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department, hello!Can you show some respect to the police?
Ignoring Furutani Rei's speechless expression, Lie immediately patted Matsuda Jinpei on the shoulder: "Xiao Zhenpei~ You also have to contribute more to the future development of the organization!"

Jiang Guling: "..."

So, Matsuda already knew about him?
Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

God damn it, when did these people come into contact with zero?
The two former classmates looked at each other and saw the melancholy in each other's eyes.

Matsuda Jinpei said to Fuguya Rei heavily: "Rei..."

Jiang Gu Ling also sighed heavily, and opened his mouth to refuse again.

In the end, I heard my old classmate say viciously:

"Let me tell you, even if you die outside, don't join this pit group... woo woo woo!"

In the middle of the sentence, Lie saw that the situation was not good, so he directly covered Matsuda Zhenhei's mouth, almost slamming the lollipop into Matsuda's throat, and then looked at Fugu Rei with a little embarrassment: "Ah, look at me Forget about the business~ Let’s go Xiaopingzi, let’s check the safety of the bomb~”

Jiang Guling: "?!"

Autumn Bean Sacks!What bomb?Should he take care of it?
Matsuda Jinpei: "?!"

Go to a wool!This bastard Lie is completely treating him as free labor! Hey!

Zero, save me!

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The days went by like this.

A typhoon sweeps through Tokyo Bay, nearly causing a tsunami to flood the port.

The heavy rainfall caused by the typhoon also caused mudslides in many mountainous areas. Logically speaking, it is estimated that there will be many casualties.

But the day after the typhoon came.

The cloudy sky, suddenly, cleared up.

In the hotel, I thought I could spend a few more days drinking gin in the hotel because of the typhoon and opened the curtains, and my expression instantly emo.

"This typhoon can't do it."

Gin made a complaint, took out the calendar and glanced at it.

Well, it's another month now.

He looked at the clear sky outside the window, changed his clothes resignedly, and prepared to go back to the base.

Before leaving, Qin Jiu did not forget to turn on the TV to watch the morning news, but he did not see any reports about the typhoon, probably swallowed up by this outrageous time jump.

"I hope the typhoon will teach you a lesson next time, and come back after a few years, preferably a month or so." Gin Jiu muttered, stuffed the unfinished snacks into his pocket, and left gracefully.

However, just as he was humming Qianben Sakura and was about to drive back to the base, his cell phone, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly rang, and it vibrated in Gin's pocket.

Gin let go of the gas pedal, stopped on the side of the road, picked up the phone and glanced at it, then answered: "Boss, do you have any orders?"

A string of garbled phone numbers, none other than an unscrupulous boss.

"Gin, how is the patrol going?" The synthetic voice of the unscrupulous boss was full of majesty, "Have you found any traces of those people?"

Those people, needless to say, Gin knew that he must be referring to the FBI and his like.

As for the 'inspection' matter, he asked Vodka to help convey it before, and the unscrupulous boss also believed it.

Qin Jiu's eyes flashed, and he said nonsense: "Not yet, those guys seem to have disappeared since the last incident... and yesterday's typhoon hindered the investigation, I am afraid that further confirmation will be required later."

"yes……"

The synthesized voice on the phone gradually faded away.

Gin Jiu also remained silent until he made a sound, and he was secretly thinking about why the boss called suddenly, guessing that he was looking for something else.

After being silent for a while, he continued on the phone:
"Just now, the people I sent told me that they are at the Fukuyama pier...take them to Tokyo."

"……it's me--"

beep~
Before Qin Jiu finished answering, the unscrupulous boss simply picked up the phone.

Gin: "..."

Hey you rude boss!

After a long absence, Gin has formed a villain of unscrupulous bosses in his heart.

After stabbing for a while, he suddenly realized a problem:
"Wait, Belmode received a text message the afternoon before yesterday..."

Assuming that the people sent by the boss set off at that time, the typhoon was blowing from the night before yesterday until the early morning of last night...

Gin: "..."

So, how do people get here?
(End of this chapter)