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

Gin got up in a dark and sleepy manner, first sat on the bed and thought about life for a few minutes, and then gradually came to his mind... a bedtime joke.

Thinking of the head of the FBI being kidnapped by the robbers, Qin Jiu immediately sobered up with a smile.

No, he has to hurry to see if the cause and result have been sent to him.

Qin Jiu crawled out of bed, swiftly like the wind, and came to the computer in a blink of an eye, and opened the organization mailbox.

What excited him was that there were several unread emails lying quietly in the mailbox, one of which was signed by Kusuda Ludao...

"Let me see what's going on..."

Gin muttered as he opened the mail.

Kusuda Ludao is worthy of being the eyeliner of the unscrupulous boss, and he is extremely good at meeting the requirements of gin: the content of the email is detailed to the minute and the second, and the location is accurate to the street house number.

Gin read this whole... story as if it were a story.

When he saw one of the paragraphs: "After the other party was surrounded by reporters, several children took him away, and a bald old man followed these children", the corners of Gin's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

These kids, can't they be Conan Nabo?

Good guy, it's no wonder that a dignified FBI commander will have an accident...

Qin Jiu thought of Conan's close contact with his little friend yesterday, and he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Stay away from Conan..."

Sighing, Gin then browsed through the rest of the content.

Just like what Qin Jiu said casually on the phone at noon, in Kusuda Ludao's report, the police still intervened later to capture all the robbers pretending to be policemen, and it was suspected that the old man with the child was there to help.

The content of the email also specifically mentioned the child. It is estimated that Kusuda Ludao was also a little concerned, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

And in the end, the other party ended with a very humble ending—no one else, because the police intervened in the end, and he wondered if the FBI and the Japanese police were colluding, diverted his attention, and then...

Lost people.

In all fairness, Gin wanted to say 'good job'. After all, if the FBI man was really caught, it would be a good thing for the distillery, but not for him.

But in view of his current position, Gin could only send a few words of criticism and encouragement against his will, and then...

He sent the email to a large group of core members, and then called Belmode.

The other side quickly picked it up, and the tone was very different:

"Gin, is the sun coming out from the west today?"

"This has nothing to do with the sun, Belmode, I mainly want to tell you a joke."

Belmod: "..."

Is she hallucinating or is Gin crazy?

"What joke?"

"A suspected FBI commander was kidnapped by robbers." Qin Jiu tried hard not to laugh out loud, holding back his laughter very hard, and in order not to let others think he was crazy, he even had to keep his tone calm and indifferent.

He worked so hard.

"...Huh?" Belmode's voice was clearly disbelieving, "Are you joking?"

Qin Jiu felt that he couldn't hold back his smile, so he quickly said: "The email has been sent to you, you will know after reading it..."

When he said this, Belmode had actually opened the email and browsed.

After the words fell, a few suppressed laughs came from Belmod's side...

I guess I can't hold back.

So, Gin very understandingly picked up the phone.

After calming down, he continued to dial another number.

Before the other party picked it up, Qin Jiu's expression reached its peak, and his expression instantly became extremely indifferent.

"Oh~ my dear friend, why did you call me? It's really strange!"

The dial of gin is Chablis.

Gin's tone was very indifferent: "I'll tell you a joke."

"... Huh?" Chablis's bewilderment was exactly the same as Belmode's, "What kind of joke?"

"A top FBI executive has been kidnapped by robbers."

"..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then Chablis laughed wildly:

"Hahahaha!"

He suspected that Gin Jiu wanted to laugh him to death!

Chapter 293 This Must Be Gin's Trick

In the North District, organize sub-bases.

"Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha..."

A string of 'deafening' wild laughter penetrated into the eardrums of everyone in the room.

Ireland, who was pouring the coffee, shook his hand, and a scoop of hot coffee splashed on his calloused hands.

Ireland:"……"

The slightly rough face was expressionless.

He just silently raised his hand, put it under the faucet to rinse for a while, and then held it in front of his eyes for a look.

Well, not bad, almost a first-degree burn.

Immediately afterwards, four blue veins appeared on Ireland's forehead, he put down his coffee cup heavily, strode over with two big strides, grabbed Chablis who was still laughing wildly by the collar, and let out a dragon roar:

"What the hell are you doing!!!"

He felt that he was going to suffer a nervous breakdown from these two people.

Ireland finished roaring this side and this one is not over, and then took another big stride to grab Graf who was completely undisturbed and muttering, and another dragon roared:

"And you! How can you not be choked to death when you burn incense indoors! Which Christian believer burns incense to worship Jehovah!!!"

Burning incense corresponds to worshiping Buddha!

After the unbearable roar of Ireland, Graff put down his innocent face in silence, went over to extinguish the few sticks of incense sticking in the incense burner expressionlessly, and then inserted a medium-sized cross placed in front of it into the incense burner.

The eyes of the bald Graf in a monk's uniform lit up, and he seemed to think that this method of worship was better, so he closed his eyes, put his hands together, and his expression became more devout.

Irishman looked at the ceiling hopelessly.

This girl is definitely a false believer... He even believes that Graf is a Buddhist disciple.

"...I said Chablis, have you laughed enough?"

Looking back, Chablis was still twitching on the sofa, and the phone in his hand had already been hung up.

Ireland took a deep breath: "Chablis, it was Gin who called you? Why are you laughing like this?"

Why hasn't Chablis been killed by gin for being so presumptuous?He really didn't understand.

"Haha? Hahaha... It's not my fault, it's all Gin's fault. Who told him to tell me a joke hahahaha..."

Chablis finally stopped laughing for a few seconds, and then continued to laugh while clutching his stomach.

Ireland:"……"

Gin telling jokes to Chablis?Still making Chablis laugh like this?

Has the world changed or has gin changed?

The corner of Ireland's eye twitched: "So what did gin tell you!"

"Ahahaha...that's right." Chablis smiled distortedly. "He told me...'I'll tell you a joke'."

"Then?"

"Then~ I asked him what was the joke."

"What joke?"

"Gin said that a senior FBI executive was kidnapped by robbers... Hahahahaha!"

Just after finishing speaking, Chablis continued to laugh while holding his stomach, tears streaming down his face.

Ireland, as he looked, fell silent.

Is this... so funny?This is a bad joke, right?

Also, when did Gin make up such a cold joke?Is he in a dream?

At this time, Ireland heard the sound of 'woo hoo' from the other side.

He looked back speechlessly, and it turned out that Graff covered his mouth with one hand, leaving only one palm on his chest with a slightly distorted expression...

It seems that it must be very hard to hold back the laughter.

"...I said you are enough! How is this so funny?"

Ireland can't help it.

Can he apply for a change of teammate and boss?

Chablis's smile gradually became normal, "Oh...Ireland, don't be like this, it's really funny after all."

"So it's so funny! How can people from an organization like the FBI, especially the top ones, be kidnapped by robbers?" Ireland said with a dark face, went back and continued to pour the unfinished coffee, and then gave Chablis a cup .

"No, no, Ireland, I think you misunderstood." Chablis took the coffee with a smile on his face, "Gin said it was true..."

Now it was Ireland's turn to be dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Are you kidding him?

"Wait a minute, Gin seemed to say that he sent us the email just now."

Chablis was gearing up, rolled off the sofa, and turned on the computer.

When Graff heard it, he also came over with a 'thud-thump-thump', and surrounded the computer with the unbelieving Irish and excited excitement...