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

Chapter 186 Black Concerto - Summer Night
[The content of this chapter is the actual one (Chapter 183 - Black Concerto - Annex), and the explanation content of this article is not counted in the main text. 】

The villa is brightly lit at dusk.

But as its name, dusk, suggests, these lights seem to be born only for darkness.

Chablis was the first to open the door of the annex and stroll into the hall.

As soon as they entered the center of the hall, everyone who came in felt a chill blowing in their faces, as well as hidden murderous intentions.

——From the outside, it seemed that there were lights everywhere in the villa, but the hall after entering was completely dark.

Suddenly, everyone's muscles tensed up.

Only Chablis smiled harmlessly and raised the brim of his hat. "Hello! Friends upstairs, I'm Chablis, I'm here to take over Pisco's position... I wonder where Gin is now?"

It was quiet in the darkness and no one spoke.

But the next moment, the lights in the hall suddenly came on.

The subordinates brought by Chablis immediately reached into their arms, intending to pull out guns.

"Stop, stop, stop... We are all on the same side, calm down."

Chabli pressed his hands, looked up at the two people on the stairs on both sides, each holding a heavy sniper rifle, and smiled what he thought was a charming smile: "Mr.... and Miss, where is Gin?"

On the left, a short-haired female sniper wearing a black tights, a peaked cap, and complicated eye makeup on the left corner of her eye put away her gun and said, "I don't know. Find it yourself."

"Let's go, Cohen, let's go eat... I'm starving waiting for these people."

On the other side, the rectangular-faced male sniper wearing sunglasses nodded, put away his gun, and then stared at Chablis for a while.

"Jean, Chianti, waited so long, damn it."

……

Chabli stared blankly at the two snipers who left without saying a word, scratched his head, and looked at Ireland:
"Um, are they Gin's subordinates?"

"...Yes, Cohen and Chianti, the sniper position." Ireland dragged Chablis, who was a head shorter than him, and wanted to go upstairs.

"Why do I feel like these two people are not normal?"

Chablis let Ireland pull him along, lost in thought.

Ireland:"……"

You are the most abnormal one, okay? Didn't you hear that they didn't eat in order to wait for them?

……

Finally, Chablis gave up trying to figure out whether there was something wrong with Chianti and Cohen.

They searched the second floor and finally found Cohen and Chianti in the restaurant... who were having dinner.

There was also a burly man wearing sunglasses, who looked very fierce.

Also in the restaurant was a woman in black with cat-like eyes, and Chablis almost went up to chat her up... Luckily, Ireland held her back.

"Cough cough..."

Seeing that the atmosphere in the restaurant was a bit awkward, Chablis took the initiative to ease the awkward atmosphere: "Excuse me, do you know where the gin is?"

Looking at the men in black lined up behind him, the people eating supper in the restaurant remained silent.

Chablis: “…”

It's strange, is his charm value so low already?

The corner of Ireland's mouth twitched, and he pulled the corner of Chablis's clothes and whispered, "Apart from the two snipers just now, there is a female member left named Gil, and the man is Gin's confidant Vodka... Let your people stay here, and the two of us will go find Gin."

"Fine……"

Chabli glanced at the four people who were eating and still didn't look up at him, and felt very disappointed.

Damn it, he is a big hit in the UK!
Little did they know that several people in the restaurant were anxious about what to do tomorrow:
Kiel: I have to go to work tomorrow and complete missions... It's so annoying. When can I get revenge?
Vodka: After a day of running missions, he felt very sleepy and wanted to sleep...

Chianti: Damn it, the tasks for the next few days are full again! I am so mad... Cohen: Chianti, you kept me waiting for so long, damn it.

……

Chablis and Ireland finally went to look for the gin man in the largest drawing room on the second floor.

While they were looking for someone, Gin was sitting on the sofa, fiddling with the chess on the table...

—With gloves on, of course.

Chablis looked at Gin and narrowed his eyes.

The contrast between the long silver hair and the black windbreaker is too obvious, giving people a strange sense of solemnity.

Next to him, Ireland looked at Gin with an inexplicably complicated look in his eyes.

His fists tightened and loosened, tightened and loosened again, and finally he stood silently behind Chablis like a transparent man without even a glance...

"I'm sorry, it seems I'm a little late." Chablis took off his hat, put it in front of him, bowed slightly to apologize, and then walked to the opposite side of Gin, "I think you don't mind if I sit here."

Gin raised his head emotionlessly and gave him a cold look:
"Why don't you answer the phone?"

"Oh! I came in a hurry and forgot to activate the number." Chablis's face was full of guilt. "Don't worry, my friend, I will explain it to that person in person... Now should we talk about business?"

The guilt on his face lasted less than a second, and then he once again showed that smile that charmed thousands of girls.

However, opposite him, Gin just gave him another cold look, then without saying a word, he threw a stack of documents at him, and then took out a cigarette from his pocket...

Stick, lollipop?
Chablis had just picked up the document and was a little stunned when he saw this scene. "Oh! Gin, you like lollipops? That's really childlike."

‘Click! ’

Gin seemed to have bitten off a piece of candy and gave him a cold look.

"Come to think of it, Ireland is about the same age as you, but he's not as childish and interesting as you. He's always stern, as if I owe him a million... Oh, so I probably owe you ten million?"

Chablis looked at the document with a smile and made some 'teasing' remarks.

...Maybe it's a 'joke'?

Feeling the cold air coming from Gin, Ireland tried hard not to roll his eyes - Chablis, that bastard! Don't bring him along when you provoke Gin! !

"...Chablis."

Gin, who had only spoken one word since he came in, spoke again.

Chabli looked up happily: "Oh friend, you finally called my name, I thought you were stupid..."

Ireland almost reached up to cover his mouth.

Fortunately, at this time, Gin's cold words interrupted what Chablis was about to say:

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll rip your tongue off."

Chablis: “…”

Wow, you are really calm.

Ireland:"……"

What is Chablis doing?

"Alright alright."

Chablis spread his hands and then began to look at the documents attentively.

The living room once again returned to the silence it had been before he arrived—except for the occasional sound of paper.

The whole process lasted about ten minutes.

After reading it, Chablis closed the document with a smile, and then... handed it to Ireland:
"Ireland, please confirm this...Oh my friend, Ireland is a close confidant of Pisk, I think it should be okay to show him a look, right?"

(End of this chapter)