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

Chapter 604 Dogs Eat Better Than Conan
Angostella complained about what happened when he took people out just now.

Two hours ago, Qin Jiu received a call from Matsuda Jinping. In order to accommodate the suspicious Anjiu, he had to turn on the speakerphone and stop Matsuda's report.

Matsuda told them honestly that he met Jing in some case at the beginning, and of course mainly mentioned the address of Jing's family.

After knowing the location, Angostella was very active in leading people to the target location.

As a result, as mentioned above, after encountering two masked men and women attacking him, he wanted to shoot and kill two people, but he was caught off guard by the explosion——

Who would plant bombs in the paving bricks and gardens in the yard! !

At that time, the mud and gravel bricks kicked up by the bomb covered their faces and bodies, and the needles that fell on the floor tiles were so dead that they flew up and stuck into Angostella's head... As for the dirt debris? Yes, it was washed away by the rain on the way back.

And when they regained their senses, the masked figures of a man and a woman disappeared to nowhere, and a few seconds later, even the house would be blown up...

Therefore, for the experience of Angostura, Gin only made a one-word evaluation:
"crumbs."

This word almost caused Angostella to jump up from the sofa and then had a knife-throwing bullet fight with Gin, but in the end, Anderberg pressed him firmly on the seat and failed to get mad.

After calming down for a while, Angostella continued their topic: "Gin, there's no one else here, tell the truth... don't you think it's strange?"

"Heh, I won't tell the truth if there are others?" Gin took out the candy bag and still didn't give Angostella a candy, "How strange."

"Is there a possibility." Angostella narrowed her eyes, "Your Teddy... went to inform the other party?"

Gin raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"Look, he has been procrastinating from the afternoon until the evening to clarify this information, what did he spend all that time in between?" Angostella analyzed rationally, "There must be something tricky in it... Hey! What kind of eyes are you looking at?" ?”

"It's nothing." Gin leaned lazily on the 'sofa' made of a pile of scraps, "I just want to say, you're thinking too much."

"how?"

"Matsuda's whereabouts and every move are very clear. It is impossible to do small tricks behind my back. If you don't believe me, you can ask someone from the Communication Department to check his communication records. His whereabouts can also be obtained by other people in the Metropolitan Police Department. Help call it out."

Gin asked for a lollipop, and his voice was a little muffled.

But he made it very clear:

Every move of my people is transparent and visualized, so don't be suspicious.

Angostella thought so too, but until there was no evidence to prove that the other party was completely innocent, he still retained suspicion: "Then, people from the Metropolitan Police Department, are you completely sure that those people from the FBI did not infiltrate?"

"I can't." Gin would be too big and a bachelor.

They can't know all the actions of the FBI, at least they can't fully control the activities behind the scenes, and...

Gin looked up at him: "There is one more important thing."

"What?"

"He's not Teddy."

Angostura: "..." Isn't that pretty much the same?

Anderberg: "Three hundred Spartans..."

Angostella: "Shut up Amber!"

Qin Jiu: "Even the freedom of language is restricted, it's really miserable for Ambu to be your teammate."

"Gin! Are you courting death? Leave our affairs alone!!"

After making a noise for a while, they subsided again.

Gin suddenly remembered something: "Stella, where's the FBI? It's still in the house yesterday?"

Angostella took out a pack of cigarettes from Anderberg's pocket, and put it in his mouth: "How is it possible, we have all come here, how can it be possible to leave that woman alone?"

"You can have someone stay there." Gin started to suggest bad ideas after the fact.

"Isn't putting people there in good faith to deliver food to the FBI? There are no protective measures over there, and there are no signal shielding devices." Angostella lit a cigarette and spit out eye circles, "The woman should still be in the basement now, Grenz I'm interrogating him, do you want to go and see?"

"No need."

Gin took out all kinds of candies from his pocket, shared a few pieces with Anderberg and ate them himself, "But isn't that woman with a dead mouth? What else can I pry out?"

"Tsk, don't underestimate my people." Angostella showed a smirk, "Grunz still has some abilities."

"Really." Qin Jiu was noncommittal, "Then I'll wait and see."

……

Go back for a while, Mihuacho [-]-chome.

In the fierce villa.

Hiroki and Lie sat on the chairs at the dining table obediently, staring helplessly at the direction of the kitchen, swallowing their saliva constantly.

Next to them was an extremely well-behaved Conan, also sitting upright, but with a slightly awkward expression on his face...

at last.

It's been a long time.

Jing came up with two hot main courses and placed them on the table—right in front of Lie and Hiroki.

Immediately afterwards, he brought several small dishes and rice, all of which were placed in front of Hongshu and Lie.

And before the dishes were served, Lie had already picked up his chopsticks and stretched out his sinful magic chopsticks towards the steaming plates:
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr", but your cooking skills are getting better and better~ Can you..." Stay and help him cook?

"No."

Jing coldly rejected Lie, even if Lie didn't finish a sentence, "Learn by yourself."

Hong Shu raised his eyes cautiously, and saw that he had no opinion at all about Lie's impolite behavior, so he moved his chopsticks with confidence.

Conan, who had no rice or vegetables in front of him, felt that he was being left out, looked at the mirror in a daze and vigilantly, and then at the two people who were eating happily, his stomach growled in disbelief.

Probably because he thought it was not good for a hungry child, the mirror looked at Conan blankly, walked into the kitchen silently, worked for 3 minutes, then came out with a bowl of cup noodles, put it in front of Conan, and brought a fork by the way , then sat across from them without saying a word, took out a smartphone and started not knowing who to send a message to.

Conan: "..."

Is the difference in treatment too obvious? Hey!

Conan scooped up a pinch of noodles, blew two mouthfuls and stuffed it into his mouth.

"..."

Boy, still hard! !
Conan silently closed the lid of the instant noodles and waited for another 2 minutes before eating with tears streaming down his face.

Every time Lie ate a few pieces of braised pork, he put some in an empty bowl, mixed some rice and gravy, and put it on the ground.

John, who had just been brought back by Lie, wagged his tail and ate happily.

—Even the dogs eat better than him!
For the first time in history, Conan experienced what a heart attack is.

(End of this chapter)