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

Chapter 178 Vermouth: Who provoked Gin today?
The lipstick broke in Vermouth's hand, but she was no longer able to feel sad.

"What? You're an old man in your forties, do you still think you're young?" Vermouth's expression was a little dangerous.

Is not knowing a woman’s age a secret?

Gin sneered, "Yeah, at least he's younger than you."

Belmode: "..."

Okay, she admits defeat on the topic of age.

"But it's your choice to sit in the back seat. What does it have to do with me?"

"I'm afraid you'll strangle me from behind." Gin answered as a matter of course.

Belmode: "...?"

I'm afraid Gin has some kind of paranoia, and it's in the late stage of a serious illness.

Vodka: "..."

What should he do? He was a little afraid that his elder brother would strangle him from behind...

Gin wrote for a while, and when he found that Vermouth was silent, he raised his head and said, "Anyway, you have a lot of money, go get a car yourself... I don't have the time to be your driver."

Vermouth looked at her broken lipstick and frowned, "It's not like you're driving."

Vodka has no objection to her being a driver, so why is Gin so fussy?

Vodka: "..."

Can Sister Vermouth let him go?

Seeing Gin's increasingly hostile look from the rearview mirror, Vermouth's eyes jumped and she changed the subject: "And I heard from Calvados that you have a rule not to drink and drive."

Gin was stunned for a moment.

"you've been drinking."

"What else?" Vermouth raised her eyebrows.

Gin should have nothing to say now, right? After all, he made the rules...

"Oh, forget it this time." Gin lowered his head and continued to draft, his brows furrowed, "Also, the traffic police have set the rules for not drinking and driving, and not driving after drinking. I just ask them to abide by the traffic rules to avoid being caught by the traffic police."

Tsk, it's really hard to write the report tonight. And how to notify the people over at Pisk is also a problem...

Belmode: "..."

Gin can retort to anything she says... What's wrong with her today? Why is she so irritable?

"…Are you angry about Pisk?"

Vermouth looked back at him strangely.

Gin's face darkened and he snorted, "Nonsense, if this old man hadn't insisted on doing it himself, I wouldn't have to deal with him."

He is not a marginalized member like Daiquiri. Pisk is not only a veteran, but also a core member of the organization... What gives him the courage to be so reckless?

And he had to clean up a lot of mess, and almost exposed Shirley. It really annoyed him.

Vermouth understood Gin's thoughts at this time and comforted him:
"Well, Pisk is indeed old... he's dead anyway, isn't he?"

“…Humph, that’s right.”

Gin snorted coldly and glanced at Vermouth without leaving a trace, but he sighed in his heart:
Sometimes, he really felt that Vermouth was too naive... Vermouth might not even consider the issues he was worried about.

——But this is not surprising. If he himself is wholeheartedly loyal to the unscrupulous boss, he would not consider whether other members would have opinions about him.

Once the superiors give the order, he is responsible for executing it.

But now it’s different…

Gin had almost finished the draft, so he leaned back in his chair and took a nap.

The plan has not yet been fully launched, and he still has to rely on the organization to obtain intelligence... If he makes any mistakes, Pisk's loyal dogs will tear him to pieces by any means necessary.

Although he was not afraid, Pisk's death increased his risk of exposure to a certain extent, which was not conducive to the plan.

"Once Pisco dies, this position must be filled." Gin's thoughts were very active.

It is very likely that he is related to Pisk, but he is also someone at the headquarters... There are not many candidates, which means that the handover in the future will be a hassle.

Moreover, before the person who replaced Pisk was assigned by the unscrupulous boss, he had to help exercise Pisk's rights and assign tasks to Pisk's subordinates...

big head.

Gin pinched his palm.

Anyway, he will probably be busy as a dog again in the next period of time...

-

"Hey~ Was there such a lively event yesterday?"

Beika-cho 3-chome.

Lie didn't know who he was talking to on the phone, but his tone was full of smiles, "Hongshu was right to ask for leave and not go to school yesterday."

Hiroki, who was having lunch, looked up silently.

It won't matter if he goes, right?

It's just that school is really boring, and he has read almost all the mystery novels, so he might as well come back and write programs...

Moreover, the frequency of cases he encountered when being with Conan frightened him.

Furthermore, facing two elementary school students who are actually much older than him, and a real elementary school student who is a few years younger than him... To be honest, Hiroki really feels uncomfortable staying in the Junior Detective Team.

I feel like I'm stuck in between.

Er Lie looked back at him with a smile and continued to make the call:
"And then what? Did the little girl recognize you? Didn't you knock her out?"

"No need... She can't recognize it." The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to have leaked air. "Anything else? Lie."

"No, no, I'm just curious about what happened yesterday. Is Brother Jing busy?"

"Generally, if the target doesn't leave the house, it's not difficult to monitor him." Jing paused, "I remember that Blade has a new subordinate, Kaito Kidd... can he disguise himself?"

Lie blinked his eyes: "Oh, I do. What's wrong?"

"A few days ago, I encountered a suspicious person near the target... He looked like a man, but he actually smelled like a woman. Let Noah talk to Blade about it." Jing's voice gradually became colder. "If he doesn't respond, I'll get rid of him the next time I meet him."

Disguise can only change the appearance, not the inner self...

Their 'qi' is a powerful tool for detecting disguises.

As long as they use "Qi" to mark the human body, no matter how they change their appearance, they will not be able to escape their detection.

"Okay, okay~ I'll let Noah tell Brother Ren, and Brother Jing, don't be so murderous~"

Lie said a few words with a smile and then hung up the phone.

On the other side, Hiroki also quickly finished his lunch.

Asai Chengmi brought out a plate of sliced ​​watermelon from the kitchen, "Come, have some fruit."

Chengshi has been staying at home for a long time recently and has lost her femininity. The only thing that remains unchanged is her long hair.

"Watermelon! I want to eat it too!"

When Lie saw the red flesh, he rushed over with shining eyes, picked up a piece of watermelon and started eating it.

Asai Chengmi shook his head helplessly and pointed to the small bottle on the table, "Here is salt."

"No, no, I like to eat it directly..."

Lie had a mouth full of watermelon and his words were unclear.

Hiroki cut off a small piece with a knife and tasted it, then added some salt to try it again, and said to Cheng Shi calmly and decisively:
"Doctor Chengshi, please get me some salad."

"it is good."

Asai Narumi went to the kitchen silently.

Three people, three tastes...Who can understand the pain of the cook?
(End of this chapter)