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

Chapter 223: Long-awaited Mission

three people……

Oh no, it's four people.

The four people left the concert hall one after another without attracting anyone's attention.

To be honest, this place is the property of the organization. The guests who come here are more or less connected to the organization. Moreover, non-core members need to register and verify when entering and leaving, so they are not afraid of the news leaking out...

If the news leaks out, it means either there is an undercover among them, or there is an undercover here.

However, after leaving.

Gin had just sat in the car and Vodka was about to start it when Vermouth called:
"Gin, you shouldn't have left yet, right?"

Vermouth's tone was a little hesitant.

"No, why?"

"Give me a ride?"

"……Row."

Gin and Vodka waited for a while before they saw Vermouth changed her clothes and got into his car.

She was wearing men's clothes, and after getting in the car, Vermouth was still inflating her clothes.

Gin took a look and asked, "Who are you trying to disguise yourself as?"

"Oh, why are you suddenly concerned about this today?" Vermouth looked at him warily.

"fine."

Gin rolled his eyes.

Just now in the concert hall, with Chablis present, his expression was quite restrained.

Now only Vermouth is left, and Gin's disdain is expressed very wantonly on his face.

Vermouth felt that Gin was probably just asking casually, so she breathed a sigh of relief, put on a disguise mask, tidied herself up, and put on a pair of black-framed glasses.

"Just a doctor, very effective in reaching my targets."

After being disguised, Vermouth's voice changed into a clear male voice.

Gin glanced at the rearview mirror and thought the face looked familiar, and the voice was not bad, "What's the name?"

"Tomoaki Aride." Vermouth yawned.

This name was expected by Gin.

Well, because Noah had already reported it before...

Speaking of which, he always felt that this name looked very familiar, and wondered if it had appeared when he read the original book before.

"Where to go?"

"My home is over there."

"Are you sure it's your home?"

"Well, you have to do the whole act~"

Gin laughed when he heard this, his eyes were strange, "I saw in Kiel's report that you asked her to help you find someone?"

Vermouth looked up and thought for a moment, "Oh, it seems so."

"She even asked the Finance Department to reimburse her medical expenses of 100,000 yuan." Gin took out a lemon candy and asked, "What medicine did you, a quack doctor, prescribe for her?"

He was curious.

It wouldn't kill Keel, would it? He swore to protect Keel.

Belmode: "..."

Could Gin have a little more confidence in her medical skills?

Also, wasn't the reason she cheated Gil out of so much money because she gave a large part of it to Gin?
Although I still have a few million in my hands, the feeling of poverty is really unpleasant.

"Don't talk about me anymore." Vermouth felt that she couldn't continue this topic. "What's going on between you and Chablis?"

She could sense the sting in Chablis's words, and it was all directed at Gin.

It's like doubting...

"Oh, he was just like that last time." Gin acted very calmly, "When I went to keep an eye on the annex, he insisted on following me, as if he was afraid that I would get extra credit."

Belmode: "..."

Is that right?

But she felt that Chablis seemed to be suspicious of Gin, was he an undercover agent?
Vermouth looked at the back of Gin's chair thoughtfully. Did Chablis discover something? Or was he just drunk?
If Gin is an undercover agent...

Vermouth's eyes darkened for a moment, then she rolled her eyes:
How is this possible? Even if she is an undercover agent, it is impossible for Gin to be like this, right?

That crazy Chablis must be overthinking.

……

Gin sent Vermouth back to Tomoaki Aida's real home.

This huge retro mansion has completely become Vermouth's own little home...

Vermouth even insidiously invited Gin to come in and sit down, but Gin gave her a disdainful look and directed Vodka to drive away.

If he went in, he would probably be followed by the FBI all night.

It would probably take up a lot of his time to shake off these tails, so Gin wouldn't do such a thing.

Back at the base, Gin had to think about writing a report again.

Going out to report, coming back to report, it's so troublesome...

Gin turned on the computer with a deadpan look on his face, typed on the keyboard, and quickly finished writing a paragraph of text.

After a quick check to make sure the logic was smooth and there were no typos, Gin lightly clicked the mouse and sent it.

Just after his series of actions last night, Gin discovered that there was an unread email in his mailbox.

Gin glanced at the signature which was four asterisks and silently opened it:

[There is a rebel among the software developers who were called in before. The other party copied the software data developed by the organization without authorization. Find the target as soon as possible, determine the location of the data copy, and remove the person; what is the development progress of that software? ——****]

【[appendix]】

Gin opened the attachment, which contained a list of all suspicious persons, but all of them were in Tokyo without exception.

"Sure enough, nothing good happens when you are idle."

Gin sent the attachment to Vodka with a bitter face, asking him to help send someone to look for it.

When it comes to Internet technology, Vodka is the best.

Finding people, determining network routes, destroying data, solving targets... is another troublesome thing, and this task is not easy to assign to other people, so I have to do it myself.

Gin felt a toothache.

And the following question...

"What previous software?" Gin was a little confused.

Did you ask him to find someone to develop the software?

Gin found a task book and started browsing the task records——

Although he sometimes has a bad memory when it comes to unimportant things, fortunately, he has a good habit of recording things. When he can't remember something, he can still remember it by looking through the records...

...assuming he actually wrote it down in the notebook.

From the year 9* ago, the year would change every ten days or so, which is very outrageous.

——Finally, Gin was found.

Gin looked at this task which was completed almost two months ago but the actual date was five or six years away from now, and his expression gradually became constipated.

It clearly says 'Itakura Taku, software trading, February 2th 15:00'...

The date subsequently attached is 1994.

All the tasks before and after this task are checked, except for this one, which is empty...

Gin's mouth twitched several times, "It's just outrageous..."

He opened the manually copied Noah calendar, and the corners of his mouth twitched even more violently.

Very good, February 2th is next week... or less than a week, just a few days, and Conan will solve a few cases soon.

Is he about to start a seamless mission again?

Gin counted on his fingers.

It will take about a week to find and clean up this software engineer who betrayed me. After that, I can go and trade with this Itakura Taku...

wonderful.

Damn it!

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(End of this chapter)