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

This time Uncle Maori is not around, so Conan can only reason by himself while guiding the police.

In addition, Mr. Lin and Hiroki are not there, so he can be regarded as letting himself go this time.

Well, and if necessary, you can use Hiroki and Mr. Lin to help block the gun... I'm sorry, both of you!

Conan silently apologized in his heart.

Speaking of which, it seems that he hasn't seen Mr. Lin for a while, and so is Hiroki, and he didn't come to school again today...

……

That night.

"Yeah, I've found my target... That 'rotten apple', with a different appearance, went to school openly, it's ridiculous."

On the sofa of a high-end hotel, Judy is sitting on the sofa, holding a slice of red apple, and does not know who she is talking on the phone.

After saying a few words, Judy fell silent, quietly listening to the words on the other end of the phone, her expression gradually becoming dignified.

"Well, I will be careful... But besides that woman, the only suspicious person I have found is the female supporter." Judy's voice was a little heavy, "I am also trying to contact the target of that woman, if there are any special circumstances , I will tell you."

"Then, that's it..."

-

Mihua Town [-]-chome, Lie's villa.

On a computer that no one is using, there are texts dancing on the screen, gradually forming a complete dialogue...

It's just that no one looks at the information on the computer at present.

Yeol and Hiroki are waiting for Sung-shi's dinner.

But at this moment, Noah's voice came from the TV speaker:

"Lord Lie, Dr. A Li is calling."

"Come on~"

With a popcorn in his mouth, Lie took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "Okay, take it."

"Ok."

Lie waited for the call to connect, and directly switched to hands-free, while eating popcorn, he said:

"Doctor, it's so late, have you eaten yet?"

"...Huh? Well, I've already eaten, that Mr. Lin..."

"Oh, what did you have for dinner tonight?"

Dr. Li: "..."

In fact, he has always been very strange, why every time he calls Mr. Lin, the first sentence is basically have you eaten...

It's baffling.

Chapter 212 What's wrong today?

The next day.

Gin opened his eyes in the lounge of the organization base.

The first time after waking up, he went to look through the calendar——

It is too troublesome to record the specific date of the next day every day. He would rather get up in the morning to look it up.

The main reason is that Gin started to feel less confident about his memory...

As soon as I opened the calendar, I saw that Gin felt a little tired.

Tomorrow is November... It's starting to get cold, which also means that the organization has started to act.

"Why don't you pick a summer..."

Gin Jiu complained like a thought, and put on his windbreaker resignedly.

The most recent period on the calendar is winter, and it seems inevitable to work overtime...

But afterward, Qin Jiu turned on the computer and called up the task list for the past few days, showing an expression of disbelief.

Immediately afterwards, he restarted the computer, opened the task list again, and browsed through it again...

After tossing back and forth several times, Gin finally calmed down.

However, looking at the task list on the computer with only one page to fetch, his eyes were still full of shock.

"... Have the recent criminals been this rampant?"

Gin felt that his teeth were a little sore, "They cleaned up the mission target so clean..."

Compared with his task volume last year...

No, it cannot be compared with last year.

Gin called out the task list from the last activity period, and his expression gradually became outrageous.

There were more than 100 missions last time, although he did only a few... This time, he directly reduced by nine-tenths, leaving only a dozen...

and also.

"Well, these five are for the periphery, this Tequila side did it by the way, these two are for Chianti Cohen, these two are for Kiel..."

After hastily assigning tasks, Gin was surprised to find that there were not even five left in his and Vodka's hands.

In other words, they only have five missions these days...

"...By the way, it seems that some tasks were assigned to Chablis before?"

After being shocked for a while, Qin Jiu clapped his hands in a sudden realization.

Wonderful!

He looked at the remaining five tasks, and felt happy no matter how he looked at them—if he finished all of them today, wouldn't it mean...he could take a vacation again? !

Gin printed out the task list, memorized the specific information of the target, ran out in a hurry and kicked open the vodka lounge, and directly pulled up the vodka that was still in the dream:

"Vodka! Go, do the task!"

"...zzz, okay, big brother..."

It is naturally impossible for a half-asleep vodka to be a driver.

and so……

It is impossible for gin to work directly with a certificate.

Gin, who was still in the beautiful fantasy of the holiday, directly helped Vodka wash off the cold water, and forcibly sobered Vodka physically.

Sober vodka is almost pushed out by gin.

Until the mission location, Vodka was still a little confused: Did the sun come out from the west today?I haven't seen my elder brother be so active in doing tasks before...

In order to complete the task as soon as possible, Gin even asked the five targets to be handed over this morning like the ghost, including two objects that needed to be cleaned up.

The two cleaning targets are one-time ATMs, the other is the target who is still cooperating, and the remaining two are intelligence dealers who sold information to them...

Because there was nothing special about the five mission objectives, Gin didn't bother to make other arrangements. Those who needed to be cleaned up would collapse immediately after getting the money.

On the way to run the map, Qin Jiu also received two calls:

One from Belmode and one from Chablis.

Belmode didn't know what he wanted to do, so he asked him to go to the bar for a drink; while Chablis probably knew the purpose of Gin, so he just came to try him.

Therefore, Gin simply set the latter's appointment time at the same time and place as Belmode's appointment with him.

"That's right, let's see how Belmode reacts." Gin narrowed his eyes and put away his phone.

And it saves him an extra trip, which is perfect.

"Brother, where are we going next?" Vodka, who was the driver, turned around and asked.

"...Oh, let me take a look." Gin took out the list, "It's in Kabado [-]-chome."

"Okay big brother."

Vodka has an illusion, it seems that his elder brother's mood is getting better and better recently... Could it be that the plan has made some big progress?

……

Tokyo, above the tower.

A man with piercing eyes in a knitted hat looks out over the city.

"It's been a long time..."

His eyes were fixed on the shadows in the city, he didn't know what he was thinking, he took out his phone and took a bird's-eye photo (don't ask me why this phone can take pictures).

"Just let me see what tricks you guys are playing."

……

A street in Mihua Town.

New clinic.

"Excuse me, please wait a moment..."

Hearing the sound of the clinic door being opened, a gentle male voice came from the room.

The people who came in were not in a hurry, and after locking the door behind their hands, they sat silently in front of the consultation table.

——Rena Mizumu, Keel.

"Sorry for the wait."

The compartment door was opened, and a handsome man wearing glasses stepped out.

Shinide Tomoaki, the son of Shinide Yoshiki, who was originally a doctor in this clinic, would occasionally come to see him after his father was killed by his stepmother—at the same time, he was also the school doctor of Didan High School.

but……

"This is the information on the residents I investigated recently..." Reina Mizumu's pretty cat eyes revealed some helpless emotions, she took out a stack of information from her small bag, and handed it to the other party, "I really don't understand you Who are you looking for? It’s really troublesome to always do resident surveys, Belmode.”

'Shinide Zhiming' showed a smile: "Thank you, Keir... just looking for a fish that slipped through the net, don't mind."