Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Chapter 155: Calvados's rent is due

"Ah~ Are you having a conflict with someone? Gin."

When Gin answered the phone, Vermouth just happened to hear the last few words.

However, the relationship between the direct members of these unscrupulous bosses and the decentralizers is an open topic in the organization, so Gin did not hide it at all and simply said:
"Nothing, just giving Vodka some basic knowledge about our relationship with the decentralization."

Gin bit the stick of his lollipop and his words were a little unclear.

Vermouth thought he rarely smoked, so he teased, "We should talk to Vodka about this, so that he doesn't think those power-decentralizers are our own people... By the way, how long have you not smoked?"

Gin silently took out the calendar produced by Noah, glanced at it, and said without emotion: "It may be three months, or it may be several years."

Well, the year jumped three years in one month, that's pretty cool...

At this rate, he will be able to use a smartphone within a month or so.

I heard before that Hiroki had already made a template for a smartphone, but unfortunately Gin knew that he would never have the chance to see it.

Vermouth on the other end of the phone slowly typed a question mark:
Did Gin have a problem with his perception of time? He couldn't remember how long he hadn't smoked?
After a moment of stunned silence, Vermouth laughed a few times: "Forget it... Don't you want to know why I called you?"

"I don't want to." Gin changed the radio channel again and narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's okay, hang up."

"Wait wait wait, I give in to you, you're always so cold..." Vermouth said in a resentful tone, "I'm going back to Japan, I want to tell you first."

Gin glanced at the planned time: "You are five days earlier than expected."

"Well, isn't this just to see how Pisk intends to act? It's all so peaceful here in America that I'm tired of it."

Vermouth's tone was full of sarcasm.

After hearing this, Gin sneered: "Yes, a country with constant shootings is really a paradise for organizations... Rum is really lucky."

The shooting rate in the United States is much higher than in Japan, and there is almost no control over guns.

In Japan, it is quite difficult for ordinary people to get a gun, and the police have strict control over guns. No matter how useless the Tokyo police are, they will investigate shooting cases to the end.

Therefore, when members of Japanese organizations take action, they generally do not dare to do it too obviously, especially with pistols. After killing someone, they usually use a bomb to destroy the scene and the body.

The American members had it easy. They didn't need to make any preparations to destroy the bodies in advance. They just needed a few people to help watch, then they would walk up to the target and shoot him to death. After bribing some gangsters or the police, they could complete the mission easily.

"There are still ten days until Pisk's expected arrival date..."

Gin checked the calendar again, and his voice suddenly rose, "Vermouth, you should have brought money, right?"

While on the phone, Gin patted Vodka and motioned for him to fiddle with the radio - he couldn't figure it out.

Vodka understood and gestured "ok", then took Gin's hand and continued to fiddle with it...

On the phone, Vermouth was still a little confused: "Money? Of course I have it, but I didn't change the cash into Japanese yen..."

"Do you have a bank card or passbook with you?"

Gin's voice sounded inexplicably urgent.

Vermouth was speechless: "...definitely."

She came here as a celebrity after all, how could she not bring money? What does Gin want to do?
"That's good." Gin breathed a sigh of relief, "Remember to give me the money."

"……what?"

"The rent for Calvados, have you forgotten it for a while?" Gin looked at the date that jumped several years in a row, and didn't want to be a black-hearted businessman. "Calculate how long you have borrowed it from him, and give it to me at... 50 a day."

He didn't dare to ask for more, for fear of squeezing Belmode dry and having nothing to squeeze next time. Belmode: "..."

Haha, let this money-obsessed man be single for the rest of his life!
The two hung up the phone during their 'pleasant' exchange.

Gin felt extremely happy when he thought that he would earn hundreds of millions of yuan soon.

Looking at the busy Vodka, Gin happily took out a bag of marshmallows from his pocket and started chewing: "Are you done?"

"Hmm... Is this the channel?"

The vodka was just made when the sudden sound startled me.

[Master Blade! Urgent report, the world has already met Conan!]
Vodka scared me so much that half of my glasses fell off:
"This, this is?!"

The radio spoke! And it called Big Brother's name!
"Don't be so jumpy, Vodka." Gin glanced at him dissatisfiedly and touched the radio a few times, "You scared Noah."

How old is Noah now? He is still a child...

Vodka swallowed and said, "Noah? Could he be the one you were talking about, brother?"

[Nice to meet you, Mr. Vodka. I am Noah... my full name is Noah's Ark.] Noah's electronic voice sounds very polite, [Master Blade, the world has already met Conan.]
Vodka understood every word of Noah's words, but after putting them together, he just wanted to say:
I don't know how serious it is.

"Have you met yet?" Gin drew a small circle on the calendar. "When did you release the news of Miyano Akemi's death?"

[It was sent a week ago...but I only received the feedback signal the day before yesterday.]
Noah's clone said respectfully, "Master Blade, is there anything else you need to tell me?"
Gin thought for a while.

"Tell Lie that the world is not within his mission scope. Just let him maintain a good relationship with Conan and the police."

[Yes... Regarding Officer Matsuda of the Metropolitan Police Department, Lord Rei wants to ask you how to deal with it?] Noah came this time to report the accumulated problems to Gin.

Because of Gin's request, in order to avoid it being discovered, now only Gin can take the initiative to contact Noah...

Noah briefly explained to Gin how Rei and Jinpei Matsuda defused the bomb together.

Gin was stunned by what he heard.

My goodness, this is taking the fruits of the prisoners’ labor for yourself overnight!

Gin mourned for the unfortunate fellow for a second, "Tell Lie that if this guy named Matsuda... obeys the arrangement, he should contact Tian... Tianyong to give him the test."

[Understood, Blade-sama. ]
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In Beika Town, Dr. Agasa's house.

"Then tell me where the research institute is! I'll go find them myself!"

Conan was eager to ask Haibara Ai where the drug information was.

After all, with such a huge amount of information, it is impossible for Haibara Ai to remember it all.

"impossible."

Huihara Ai calmly walked to the closet, took down a newspaper that she had kept specially, unfolded it and signaled to Conan:

"This is a newspaper from a few days ago... It happened almost before that Moriya Teiji committed the crime. I managed to escape from the company that night, and the accident happened that night..."

Miyano Shiho looked at the photo published in the newspaper, with a hint of sadness in her eyes: "No one in the laboratory survived..."

(End of this chapter)