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

Chapter 229: Dark Clouds Covering Nishitama
"Ireland..."

Chabli held the stopped phone and turned to look at Ireland who was looking at him with admiration. He asked in a strange tone, "Does Gin have any problem with his perception of time periods?"

"what do you mean?"

Ireland's face had a 'you're awesome' expression on it, nothing else.

Chabli touched his stubbled chin and said, "Just now, I said I had been here for a few months, but he angrily asked me why I had only been here for a dozen days..."

Strange, so strange.

Ireland also heard Gin's roar just now, but his expression didn't change. "Maybe he was too busy to remember."

"…Where is he busy?"

Chabli pouted immediately. The scene was too beautiful. "The people I sent there said that they had no tasks to do. We were the ones who were busy!"

Damn it, Gin is so damned! He cheated them without telling them...

Ireland disagrees:

"To be honest, it's all your own fault, and I don't feel very busy."

To be honest, he really has a lot more free time now, even more free than when he was most relaxed before.

He really couldn't understand how popular Chablis was in the UK.

Chablis glanced at Ireland with resentment: "I say, which side are you on?
Why do you always speak up for Gin?
"What does this have to do with which side you stand on?" Ireland denied it flatly without any self-reflection on his fence-sitter remarks.

Chabli insisted: "What was wrong with the way you looked at me just now?"

"I just think it's a miracle you haven't been killed by Gin since you were so rude to him." Ireland had a 'you're awesome' expression on his face.

"..." Chablis was silent for a while, "Gin kills people casually?"

"No, it's because many people who opposed Gin in the past died in unclear circumstances." Ireland took a sip of Chablis. "Some died in accidents, and some were killed directly by orders from their superiors... Anyway, there seems to be an inexplicable force around Gin, and those who opposed him almost never had a good ending."

Chablis laughed dryly: "You make me a little nervous."

"Then you might as well calm down."

Ireland's expression was complicated. "Why are you staring at Gin? I don't understand."

"You should have some faith in me, Ireland." Chablis laughed nervously and shook his phone. "I think I'm very close to the truth."

"What truth?" Ireland put down the glass in his hand and looked at Chablis steadily. "What are you chasing after?"

He felt that Chablis was simply unreasonable. No one would ever doubt Gin's loyalty to the organization...

So does he himself.

Ireland recalled the scene he had witnessed and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

In his mind, among the people in the organization who should not be provoked the most, Gin is undoubtedly ranked first.

"There will be results soon, I'll tell you then." Chablis smiled harmlessly for a moment.

Ireland's look was inexplicable, "You're going to die."

There was no reason, but he just had this feeling.

Chablis smiled indifferently: "I don't think so... No matter what, I want to let that master see that his most trusted subordinate..."

"What does it look like?"

The golden-green wine slid down the lips and into the throat.

In the dark underground, there came a suppressed crazy laugh
Ireland listened to Chablis's crazy laughter, quietly put on a pair of headphones, and started watching some horror movies.

If you are not prepared to be with Chablis, you will eventually suffer from mental breakdown.

...downstairs of a building opposite the Twin Towers.

Gin leaned against the side of the car, staring at his phone in a daze.

Chablis's move was indeed quite cruel.

He wasn't really surprised, after all, if it weren't for the fact that someone was killed by Conank, Gin would have wanted to go into the building and blow things up.

However, because the building was blocked by the police, he had not deployed any personnel in this area before, so he could not get in for the time being.

But why would Chablis be so crazy as to help him blow up the building?
Gin thought this madman was really unreasonable... Even if he put himself in his shoes, he didn't think he would be an undercover agent.

Moreover, after being manipulated by Chablis, he couldn't destroy the information and evacuate in advance, so he could only wait for the party to start in two days...

But by then, Conan and his people will be there again.

This matter caused a stir.
Gin felt bald just thinking about it.

Vodka saw that he was in distress and approached him carefully: "Brother, where are we going now?"

"… Let's stay at the base."

Gin came back to his senses, opened the car door and got in, then turned on the radio, "Noah, is there a record of the call just now?
[Yes, Master Blade, the record is complete...]
"Tell the others to try to stop Conan from attending the building opening ceremony the day after tomorrow."

[Good blade is big——]
Before Noah could finish speaking, Gin changed the channel again.

Vodka sat in the driver's seat and started the car silently.

I feel like my brother's mood is becoming more and more unstable. I'm afraid...

"Has the Nishitama city councillor been killed?"

"Wrong, it has been confirmed. This matter is no secret in the Metropolitan Police Department... Also, a top programmer who was also at the company that day also died, but the place of death was at home."

In an apartment, Judy was holding the phone with a serious look on her face.

"Xiu, could this be..."

"Who knows? Maybe the mice really can't hide anymore." Compared to Judy, the voice on the other end of the phone seemed very relaxed.

"But, if it's true!"

"If it's true, it would be more beneficial to us, right? After all, they don't know that we have shifted our focus here." The man's voice was inexplicably confident. "If these guys really attack senior politicians, then they must have information that is unfavorable to them... Using this as a breakthrough point, we may be able to get ahead of them if we continue to investigate."

After hearing this, Judy's expression was not so serious anymore, but her tone was still a little worried: "But, this woman..."

"Just keep doing what you are doing. Don't be impatient. These rats have a very keen sense of smell."

Tokyo Police Department.

Kogoro Mori and his men waited until noon before they received a fax from the Nishitama City branch.

Includes on-site findings and photos taken at the scene...

After Inspector Megure received the fax, he made a few copies and gave them to his subordinates and Kogoro Mori.

Conan, who was sitting next to Officer Shiratori, stretched his head to see the contents of the photo.

"The body was shot through the center of its forehead. The bullet was found in the cabinet opposite the door."

After giving the information to a few people to review, Officer Megure said solemnly:
"In addition, the victim was holding a silver table knife in his hand..."

When he said this, Conan also saw the photos of the scene.

Silver table knife...

A name was about to come out in Conan's mind.

(End of this chapter)