Conan: I'm Really Not a Model Worker at a Winery

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No. 22, Mihuacho [-]-chome, Dr. Ali's house.

Hui Yuanai stretched, turned off the computer screen, and came out of the basement yawning.

"Doctor? Doctor."

After Hui Yuanai came up, he yelled twice, and then saw the note on the table.

"..."

Well, the doctor went to order research materials again.

Hui Yuanai rubbed his flat stomach, opened the refrigerator, and there was only a carton of expired milk and a bottle of juice that was about to expire.

Not even a sandwich...

Sighing, Haibara silently 'pia' closed the refrigerator door.

She hasn't eaten all day.

But it's a bit difficult to let her go out alone. Since the last memorial meeting, she has been suspicious that members of the organization are after her.

Besides the one who knocked her out, there should be another one... That was a completely different feeling.

In short, Hui Yuanai dare not go out now.

So how do you fill your empty stomach?

Hui Yuanai poured a glass of water, pondered for a while, took out a few banknotes from the drawer, walked to the side window, moved a stool over, climbed up the window sill, and opened a bay window:

"Hello, are you still there?"

She is quiet.

But the next moment, a masked black figure suddenly appeared beside the window.

It's not the first time we've met, but Hui Yuan Ai still leaned back in fright.

The light of the setting sun made it look a little gloomy.

But seeing the other party's familiar black cloak, black hair, white mask, and the blue five-pointed star between the eyebrows of the mask, Haibara Ai breathed a sigh of relief.

The masked man just kept silent, staring at her with his emotionless eyes.

Hui Yuanai calmly handed him the money, "Excuse me, can you help me buy something to eat? It's fine like last time."

After finishing speaking, she blinked her eyes twice.

After the masked man took the coin with his gloved hand, he said nothing.

Immediately, Hui Yuan Ai only felt a gust of wind passing by in front of him, but the masked man disappeared.

Haibara Ai:"……"

Although it's not the first time, it still feels a little scary.

After the other party brought her back from the Cup House Restaurant last time, seeing that she had nothing to eat, he took the doctor's money to buy her some food and drinks...

The doctor and Conan didn't find it when they came over.

A few days ago, when Hui Yuan Ai was lying upstairs in a daze, he happened to see the other party take a camera and 'click' at her...

Coincidentally, at that time, the doctor's house ran out of stock again, so she wrote a few big characters on a large blank sheet of paper, and asked if the other party could help her buy something to eat if there was no malice.

In the end, the other party really bought it back and asked her for money...

Of course, in the end, the other party also found the change and returned the receipt.

So there is today's release.

Hui Yuanai waited for the other party to come back and silently looked out the window in a daze.

Sometimes, she really thinks this kind of life is pretty good. She stays at home every day, eats and drinks, and someone takes her out for a walk from time to time, and she doesn't have to worry about the complexity of people's hearts.

It's not that she hasn't thought about the purpose of this masked man, but from the current point of view, the other party is not only not malicious, but will provide her with some help in some situations.

It's really tiring to always wonder if some people have evil intentions.

At least Hui Yuan Ai didn't want to guess.

Anyway, the other party already knew about himself and the doctor's house, and was monitoring him every day...it should be monitoring.

Then it's probably okay for her to interact with each other occasionally?

Huiyuan waited with his chin in mourning.

Not long after, the masked man returned with a full load, and a large bag of food was stuffed in through the window by the other party.

After Hui Yuanai put the things on the ground, the masked man stretched out his hands and spread his palms—it was change and receipts.

Hui Yuanai took it silently, and then she looked at him, showing a faint smile:

"Thank you."

The masked man shook his head slightly, and after making a strange gesture, he turned into an afterimage again and ran away to nowhere.

Chapter 194 - Soldier

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

The sun is gradually sinking to the west, pulling the shadows of all things long, like a harbinger before the darkness comes.

Nagano Prefecture.

At the boundary between the suburbs and the urban area, a group of buildings are scattered here.

And the underground spaces between these houses are all connected into one piece, forming an empty and spacious underground base——

I don't know how long this base has existed, but the space of thousands of square meters is just a branch.

In a lounge of the underground base.

A blond, blue-eyed, middle-aged foreign male was wearing a black shirt, holding a goblet in his hand and shaking it gently, while watching a funny show on TV.

After a while, he picked up the glass and brought it to his mouth, taking a sip of the wine in the glass.

The mellow aroma left him with endless aftertaste, and he exclaimed:

"Oh! It's really Chablis, sour and refreshing as always! Sweet! Treasure from heaven!"

Ireland who just walked into the lounge: "..."

If he praised himself openly, would Chablis still want to show his face?

The man leisurely lying on the sofa watching TV is none other than Chablis.

Ireland, who was twice as strong as him, glanced at him, and silently poured a glass of 'Chablis'.

Chablis, a white wine made from Chardonnay grapes, has a mineral taste that is really special because of its origin.

...and sour enough.

"Chablis, you've been here for two days, and you still haven't returned to Tokyo to report on your work?"

Ireland took a sip of the light golden wine.

Chablis had a great time watching the show, and said casually, "Don't worry, you can go back to Ireland in Tokyo first... After all, this is the hometown of that person, and I want to pay more respects."

"... Only ghosts will believe you."

Ireland did not believe a word of Chablis' nonsense.

"Tsk, what did you say?" Chablis raised his eyebrows in displeasure, and then smiled, "You don't even believe in ghosts."

Ireland:"……"

With such self-knowledge, he didn't know what to say.

After a long silence, he slowly opened his mouth: "Aside from that one's annex, is there anything else here that interests you?"

"a lot of things."

Chablis smiled, "And Gin...I'm very interested in him."

"Gin?" Ireland gave him a strange look, "Gin has already returned to Tokyo, okay?"

"Ah... that's right." Chablis scratched his cheeks, put his wine glass on the table, and then spread his hands, "Well, actually, he said that day that someone would come to the annex the day before yesterday. I didn't quite believe it. .”

Ireland's eyes twitched: "Then?"

"Then I sent people to guard at the intersection." Chablis raised his legs with a smile, "Oh, I didn't expect someone to come..."

"...I really don't understand why you are suspicious of gin." Ireland looked at him speechlessly, twitching the corners of his mouth.

Chablis picked up his glass again and took a sip, "Because of the feeling."

Ireland:"……"

"He doesn't seem interested in anything." Chablis looked at the liquid in the wine glass, "Whether it's about me, you, the mission...or that person's annex, he doesn't seem to care at all."

"Chablis."

Ireland suddenly said with a sullen face:

"Ginjiu joined the organization at the age of 7, and became the top killer among that group of people at the age of 15. Since then, he has been personally followed by that person as a key training... Your suspicion is very unreasonable."

"Yes Yes……"

Chablis shook his head helplessly.

Really, isn't it just a guess, and it won't lose a piece of meat...

"You'd better not let that person know your speculations, he will definitely be very dissatisfied." Ireland reminded again.

Apart from nodding, Chablis still nodded and drank his wine depressed.

When the two were silent, a mobile phone rang.

They fumbled in their pockets almost at the same time, and then Ireland withdrew their hands—it was Chablis' mobile phone.

"How? What's the matter?"

After asking a question, Chablis stopped drinking when he heard the voice from the other end of the phone.

A smile gradually bloomed: "Is there such a thing? Interesting."