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

Chapter 248 Crazy Wine

At the same time, Yokohama.

A black Jaguar was speeding on the path, quite recklessly.

"Watch out, Grave!"

The back seat of the car.

Chablis clung to the driver's seat and the back seat like an octopus, stabilizing his body, and shouted with a ferocious look on his face:

"Graf! Drive more steadily! This is not your race track!!"

"I never drive a racing car, Chablis."

In the driver's seat, a bald man was staring at the road in front of him with great concentration.

Chabli opened his eyes wide and took a deep breath: "I don't care whether you drive a racing car or not... I just want you to be more steady!"

"I'm pretty stable."

As Bald Graf was speaking, he saw a small fork in the road to the left in front of him. His eyes suddenly focused, and he swerved the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator and braked alternately, and let the car drift sideways through the fork.

But because of this, Chablis fell on the car window...

"…Oh, damn God! Graf, don't drive next time!"

Chabli hissed and rubbed his red face.

"You should have some faith in my driving skills. God has done nothing wrong."

"I just trusted you too much! There's nothing on this road, can't you drive normally!?"

"Chablis, I have to consider the possibility that someone might be sniping at the intersection..."

"You are suffering from paranoia! There is no one here. I have asked someone to check it out in advance!"

"..."

Graf was silent for a long time.

Finally, he said in a deep voice, "Chablis, seeing is not necessarily believing, and I am sure there is something bad here."

Graf said this, and took out a cross from somewhere, placed it in front of his chest, and said "Amen" with a pious look...

Chablis: “…”

This Catholic is really enough. He is just short of showing his guilty conscience on his face, okay?
Sooner or later he will crush the Lord that the other person believes in to the ground!
After cursing inwardly, Chablis straightened himself up in his seat, tidied his clothes, and after making sure that there was no damage, his expression looked better.

"This is the last place." Chablis re-tied his tie. "Haven't we arrived yet? Graf."

He looked at the moonlight shining through the window onto the dilapidated residential buildings, and for some reason he wanted to scratch the glass to cheer himself up.

Graf took a moment to glance at the organization's navigation map. "Not even close... This location is so remote that even Jesus wouldn't come here."

Chablis: “…”

Enough, enough, stop talking about Jesus, he is not religious!

But the next moment, Chablis started laughing crazily:

"Hmph, hmph... I have a feeling that Gin must have done something unspeakable here!"

"...Are you going to have a fight in a place like this?" Graf's face turned serious. "Oh my God, this is really ungraceful..."

"..."

Chabli's face froze, and he decided not to speak to this fanatic for the time being.

I have no idea what this guy is thinking about all day long... I guess he can only absorb some intellectual nutrients when he points his finger at other people's heads?
After complaining about his teammates, he thought of Gin again.

There was an inexplicable light in Chablis' eyes.

Gin had been active in Yokohama on the day the traitor escaped, but there were obviously many missions in Tokyo, so why did he choose to go far away?
He also found out that a cruise ship led by Suzuki Saito had just departed from Yokohama Pier that day...

Although Shirley's disappearance from Tokyo seemed to have nothing to do with Yokohama, Chablis felt that something was fishy - he couldn't figure out what the connection was.

But it's okay.

He doesn't need logic, just his feelings are enough.

Therefore, never reason with a madman - because they have their own reason. In front of their own reason, all truths are fallacies, and they only act according to their own cognition...

But Chablis is a high-class lunatic:

In addition to his firm belief in his own principles, he is also able to obey the organization's discipline.

The organization does not need tools that cannot be controlled, so Chablis rationalized his "madness", and even under normal circumstances, no one would think he was a madman.

But that doesn't change the fact that he does have some issues...

'squeak--'

"Wow!"

A sudden brake caused Chabli to fall in front of the driver's seat with a scream, and his head hit the air conditioner in the middle of the front seat.

Graf turned around in surprise: "Oh, Chablis, you're not wearing your seat belt?"

Facing Graf's preemptive strike, Chablis could do nothing but stare blankly.

——It turns out that the best way to deal with a madman is to put another madman next to him.

It is obviously not normal for Graf to be able to work under Chablis.

"Hey, Graf, if you don't drive properly next time, I'll throw you back to training camp!"

Chabli took a deep breath and threatened with a smile on his face.

Graf took a deep look at Chablis, took out his cross necklace and held it upright in front of his chest: "The Lord said, you shall not **"

"...?"

Chablis' smile froze on his face again, his expression gradually became ferocious, and he grabbed his gloves and threw them at the other man's face:

"I want to duel with your master!!"

Graf silently threw the glove back at Chablis’ face, his shiny head showing no sadness or joy: “…The Lord says, I will pluck out Chablis’ nails and trample him under my feet…”

"G.R.A.F!!!"

Chablis' eyes were full of anger, and he had a madman's smile on his face. He reached into Graf's pocket and pulled out a pocket Bible. At the same time, he took out a lighter with his other hand and said viciously, "Believe it or not, I will burn him!"

“…the Lord says that the Virgin Mary will destroy you on behalf of the moon.”

Graf's expression remained unchanged, but his face was filled with sorrow.

"That's Sailor Moon!"

Chablis had already stabbed Graf's face with his sharp nails.

Under the moonlight, the twisted blood vessels on his fingers were clearly visible, and the tips of his nails were purple.

Graf finally took action at this time -

He pulled the handbrake.

“Actually, I want to say, we’re here.”

Graf reached out and picked up a piece of metal that had fallen on him. He didn't care that his face might be scratched. He turned around and handed it to Chablis: "This is from the inside of your glove."

"Oh! Thank you, my friend."

Chablis suddenly stopped his ferocious expression and smiled harmlessly. He stuffed the metal piece into a fingertip and patted Graf:
"We're here, why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"... Otherwise, why would I step on the brakes?" Graf said with resentment, "What good would it do me to step on the brakes?"

Chablis listened to his changed style of speaking, looked up at the white wall in front of him, and said in a deep tone:
"The good thing is, you probably saved two lives."

——Real Wine·Files——

[Supplementary File: Grave]

(not at all) a devout Catholic who likes to attribute all his actions to God's instructions, but he knows exactly what he wants to do. He is a madman.

[Supplementary File: Chablis]

He was always confident in himself. The blades in his nails had actually dug into his flesh, but the pain was a way for him to stay awake. An out-of-control madman was just waste for the organization. He was a big madman.

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(End of this chapter)