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

Chapter 210 Gin's daily routine of eating junk food

"Thanks."

After Chablis entered the room, he threw a flirtatious glance at Ireland... maybe not really, just an enchanting look.

Ireland:"……"

He's going to vomit!

"Can you be more normal?" Ireland's face turned a little dark.

He suspected that Chablis was in the same state when he went to see Gin alone that day... Why didn't Gin kill him?
"I'm quite normal... and I'm not suspicious without reason." Chablis looked at the rather high-end and tidy main hall, nodded with satisfaction, and put down his beloved 'Fini'. "I still stick to my opinion."

"……up to you."

Ireland was speechless, and brought in the huge box. "What did you bring with you? It's so heavy?"

It took him 130% of his strength just to carry the box.

Chablis blinked his eyes: "Oh, this is a box of Chablis, spring, summer, autumn and winter clothes, as well as my special recliner and bedding..."

Ireland:"……"

How can changing place be like moving house!
"Okay, okay, if you're fine, just go out. I still have to look up some information."

After taking advantage of Ireland as his porter, Chablis began to drive people away.

A vein popped out on Ireland's forehead. He clenched his fists, but still resigned himself to his fate and went out: Well, who made him have a boss like Chablis?
After Ireland leaves.

Chabli first took a quick look at the environment, then furtively checked all the visual blind spots such as corners, sofa cushions, under the table, and chair legs, before patting his butt and sitting down in front of the only computer in the computer room.

He turned on the computer very skillfully, entered the password, sent an email to someone, and then opened the organization's database and began to search for a person's information...

For some reason, Chablis felt that gin was suspicious. He had no reason to doubt it, but he was absolutely sure that—

There is definitely something wrong with Gin.

……

It was still mid-August.

Gin, who had just taken a short day off to eat junk food, sneezed.

“…Who is saying bad things about me again?”

Gin sniffed.

I feel like I've been sneezing more and more recently.

After thinking for a while, Gin figured that he hadn't offended anyone recently, shrugged his shoulders and continued drinking his ice cola.

Gin was wearing casual clothes today, a blue hooded jacket, beige loose sweatpants, and sneakers, looking like a young student.

"Drip, drip, drip."

The phone in my pocket suddenly started cheering.

Gin took out his cell phone, glanced at the number, and looked very relaxed: "Hello? What's up?"

"you are outside?"

The sound of the call was like a leak.

"Oh, yes." Gin took a bite of popcorn chicken, "I'm eating junk food."

"……what?"

"Fried Chicken, do you want to come over and join us?"

"No." The person on the other end of the phone refused bluntly, "I'm buying food for your daughter."

Gin blinked, "What?"

“Instant noodles.”

The person on the other end of the phone responded calmly.

Gin choked, "No, no, I mean, who are you buying it for?"

"Your daughter." The other party remained calm.

"...You mean, Shirley? World?" Gin took a long time to react before he remembered that he was indeed a father. "Wait, why did you buy her food? Aren't you there to protect her?"

The adult on the other end of the phone laughed twice without any emotion. "Yes, because the doctor in the house where she lives is busy with something every day and never cooks."

Gin: "..."

Damn Dr. Agasa, doesn’t he know that this will cause malnutrition to the children!
Moreover, Gin felt that it was not good to feed instant noodles to a child, and suggested: "I think you can buy her a box lunch..." Although natto is not delicious, it is nutritious.

"I always bought boxed lunches before, but today she took the initiative to ask for instant noodles."

"..."

From the sound of it, it seems that Jing has been bought for Shirley many times.

Gin thought for a moment and asked tentatively: "So, why are you calling me this time?"

"When are you going to take your daughter back home to raise her?" Jing's voice sounded a little eerie. "I haven't been home for a meal for a long time."

Gin: "..."

He could hear the anger in the voice of this wife-doting man.

He hasn't eaten for a long time = He hasn't been home to cook for a long time = His wife is the one who cooks...

No wonder Jing was so angry since he couldn’t eat the food his wife cooked.

"I don't know about this either." Gin made a bitter face, drank a sip of ice cola, and ate a piece of fried chicken. "At least we have to wait until the organization's influence in Japan collapses... or I am exposed before it is possible."

"Haven't your foreign players made any moves yet?" Jing's voice was still cold.

"...They are not foreign aid, don't count on them." Gin was a little helpless, "They have already taken action. They have been entering the country frequently recently, and an acquaintance of mine has also arrived."

"That's the best."

Jing's voice softened, "Also, that disguised woman seems to appear around the school often."

"School?" Gin raised his eyebrows.

Vermouth goes to school...

"primary school?"

"Teitan High School and Teitan Elementary School. I saw her twice when I passed by these two places." Jing's voice returned to calmness. "She's also an acquaintance of yours?"

Gin took another sip of his Coke, "Yeah, sort of...but I can't figure out her stance for now."

"Then you won't kill him?"

"Consider me half a friend and wait and see."

Gin sighed.

It looks like he has to try Vermouth.

It would be troublesome if Vermouth had a conflict with them in the end... It would be best if he could convince her to join him. The worst case scenario was that she stood firmly on the side of the unscrupulous boss, and then he would have no choice but to destroy her.

But to be honest, Gin still values ​​friendship very much.

He had known Vermouth since he was less than twenty years old. At that time, they both had code names and occasionally acted together - in the UK.

After Vermouth went to the United States, the two rarely met, and what annoyed Gin the most was Vermouth's calls across time differences...

I still remember the last time they met was 15 years ago when they were testing drugs.

Gin suddenly remembered that at that time, Vermouth seemed to have taken the first-generation A drug earlier than him...

But this was just his guess.

If Vermouth had eaten that instead of APTX...

"alright."

Jing's voice sounded a little regretful.

Gin suddenly felt his phone vibrate and glanced at the display screen, "Okay, let's not talk about it for now, Lie also called me."

"Hang up."

There was a rustling sound of plastic bags rubbing against each other on the other end of the line, and then the line was disconnected, and an enthusiastic voice rang out:
"Brother Blade! I heard you're taking a day off today~"

"Well, what's going on over there?" Gin finished a piece of fried chicken and extended his evil claws to the French fries.

"Haha~ It's nothing, I just wanted to come and comfort you, Ren brother... Oh, by the way, Hiroki missed you too~"

Gin drank Coke and rolled his eyes, "So, you didn't call me just to chat, did you?"

strong:"……"

It’s over. Brother Blade found out that he was slacking off. What should he do? Waiting online. Urgent.

(End of this chapter)