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

Chapter 215 What's wrong with you today?

The next day.

Gin opened his eyes in the lounge of the organization's base.

The first thing he did after getting up was to look at the calendar.

It was too troublesome to remember the exact date of the next day every day, so he would rather get up in the morning and check it.

The main reason is that Gin is beginning to be less confident in his memory...

As soon as he opened the calendar, Gin felt a little tired.

Tomorrow is November…it’s starting to get colder, which means the organization is starting to move.

"Why not pick a summer date..."

Gin complained to himself and put on his windbreaker resignedly.

The recent period on the calendar is winter, so it seems that overtime work is inevitable...

But then, Gin turned on his computer, pulled up the task list for the next few days, and showed an expression of disbelief.

Then, he restarted his computer, opened the task list, and looked through it again...

After going back and forth several times, Gin finally calmed down.

However, looking at the one-page task list on the computer, his eyes were still full of shock.

"…Have criminals become so rampant recently?"

Gin felt his teeth a little sour, "They cleaned up the mission target so thoroughly..."

Compared to the amount of work he had last year...

No, it can’t be compared with last year.

Gin pulled up the task list from the last activity period, and his expression gradually became weird.

Last time, there were more than a hundred tasks, although he only completed a few... This time, nine-tenths were directly reduced, leaving only a dozen...

and also.

"Well, these five are for the periphery, and Tequila will do this by the way. These two are for Chianti Cohen, and these two are for Kiel..."

After hastily assigning the tasks, Gin was surprised to find that there were not even five left in his and Vodka's hands.

That is to say, they only have five tasks these days...

"...By the way, it seems that we have assigned some tasks to Chablis before?"

After being shocked for a moment, Gin clapped his hands in sudden realization.

Wonderful!

He looked at the remaining five tasks, and felt happy no matter how he looked at them - if he could finish them all today, wouldn't it mean... that he could take another day off?!
Gin printed out the task list, wrote down the target's specific information, ran out in a hurry, kicked open Vodka's lounge, and directly pulled Vodka up who was still dreaming:
"Vodka! Let's go and do the mission!"

"... zzz, okay, big brother..."

It was impossible for Vodka, who was half asleep, to be a driver.

and so……

Gin can get a certificate and start working directly - that's impossible.

Gin, who was still in a beautiful fantasy about the holiday, directly washed Vodka's face with cold water to force Vodka to sober up physically.

The sober vodka was almost pushed out by the gin.

Until they arrived at the mission location, Vodka was still a little confused: Did the sun rise from the west today? I've never seen Big Brother so enthusiastic about doing missions before...

In order to complete the task as quickly as possible, Gin even acted like a death-dealer and directly ordered the five targets to be handed over this morning, including two objects that needed to be cleared.

Two of the targets were disposable ATMs, one was a target that they were still cooperating with, and the remaining two were intelligence dealers who sold them intelligence...

Because there was nothing special about the five mission targets, Gin was too lazy to make any other arrangements. He just collapsed after getting the money to deal with the people who needed to be cleaned up.

While on the road, Gin received two calls:
One from Vermouth and one from Chablis.

It was unknown what Vermouth was up to, but she asked him to go to the bar for a drink; and Gin probably knew Chablis's purpose, which was just to test him.

So, Gin simply scheduled the meeting with the latter at the same time and place as the one he had arranged with Vermouth. "It's just right, let's see how Vermouth reacts." Gin narrowed his eyes and put away his phone.

And it saves him from having to make an extra trip, which is perfect.

"Brother, where are we going next?" Vodka, who was the driver, turned around and asked.

"...Oh, let me see." Gin took out the list, "It's in Haido 4-chome."

"Okay big brother."

Vodka had an illusion that his elder brother's mood seemed to be getting better and better recently... Could it be that there was some major progress in the plan?
……

Tokyo, on top of the Eiffel Tower.

A man with a knitted hat and sharp eyes looked out at the city.

"It's been such a long time..."

His eyes were fixed on the shadows in the city, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He took out his mobile phone and took a bird's-eye view photo (don't ask me why this phone can take pictures).

"Just let me see what tricks you are playing."

……

A street in Beika-cho.

New clinic.

"Excuse me, please wait a moment..."

The sound of the clinic door opening was heard and a gentle male voice was heard from inside the room.

The person who came in was not in a hurry. He locked the door and sat quietly in front of the examination table.

——Rena Mizunashi, Kiel.

"Sorry for the wait."

The cubicle door was opened and a handsome man wearing glasses walked out.

Tomoaki Niide, the son of Yoshiteru Niide, the original doctor of this clinic, occasionally comes to see patients after his father was killed by his stepmother - he is also the school doctor of Teitan High School.

but……

"This is the resident data I recently investigated..." Mizunashi Reina's beautiful cat eyes revealed some helplessness. She took out a stack of information from her small bag and handed it to the other party. "I really don't understand who you are looking for. It's really troublesome to always do resident surveys, Vermouth."

'Niide Tomoaki' smiled and said, "Thank you, Gil... I was just looking for a fish that slipped through the net, don't mind it."

Kiel's words undoubtedly indicated that this 'Niide Tomoaki' had been framed by Vermouth.

"Okay, you just be careful." Mizuno Rena shook her head, but she felt a little regretful that she didn't get to ask anything.

"Don't you have any mission today?"

"Yes, but I don't know why there are so few missions this time..."

"Maybe, it's because some idiot has snatched all your missions away?"

"...What?" Mizuno Rena blinked in confusion.

The new one... should be Vermouth. After laughing, she didn't hide it on purpose. After all, most people knew about it. "Oh, by the way, Gin, that taciturn guy, probably didn't tell you that after Pisco stepped down, the superior who took over took away all the tasks that originally belonged to them..."

Kiel: “…”

Originally, it belonged to...that is to say, they didn’t have so many tasks originally?

Suddenly, she had an idea, "Who will take over Pisk? Who is it?"

"Chablis... Chablis, a madman." Vermouth took out a prescription, "I really hope I won't run into him... By the way, what's wrong with you today?"

Gil's mind raced, but he didn't show any sign of it. "I feel sick."

It's time for the daily sickness again.

Miska! Moska!

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(End of this chapter)