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

Chapter 251 Another mission target was killed

Gin sighed for the innocent death, and when he looked at the screen again, he fell silent.

Because Noah was kind enough to give him a long description of the case.

——He didn’t look at anything else, just saw three big characters:

Itakura Taku.

Isn’t this his mission objective?

So, another one died???
Gin had a cold face and almost gritted his teeth after reading Noah's retelling of the events.

This motive for murder is getting more and more outrageous...

Isn’t it just that the dream we promised to realize together was broken? Isn’t it just that the software is not going to be made anymore?
Can I do it for you? He has received such a big order from the organization, how can he care about you?
Gin felt that Itakura Taku's death was unjust - he also felt it was unjust.

It was a good mission, but suddenly, it’s gone!

"How the hell am I supposed to report this to this unscrupulous boss!" Gin felt his teeth ache again, his face was tangled, "This software is probably the most important thing besides APTX..."

As far as he could remember, the unscrupulous boss had urged him to do two things: one was Shirley's progress, and the other was this software.

"..."

Forget it, he will write a report to the unscrupulous boss when Vodka comes back.

Gin held his cheek and decided to empty his mind.

Anyway, he should be able to see the news report before the agreed time tomorrow, and the boss probably won't blame him then.

After communicating with Vermouth, they all reported the news of the FBI's activities to the boss, which had already attracted his attention.

Now, one of Gin's main tasks is to monitor the FBI's movements and report any news immediately.

"……what?"

Gin's lifeless pupils suddenly came into focus.

He felt that there was something to be done here...

"If Conan met Akai Shuichi on the road, and had previously solved the case of Itakura Taku's death..."

The FBI took action against their targets in advance?

Gin sneered and clapped his hands.

Not bad, really good, a great big pot... FBI, just keep it!
Thinking of this, Gin opened the email and began to make up stories with reason and evidence.

With Noah's location, the FBI could find the exact street and number.

"Hmm... the target is dead, and it seems that the FBI is responsible. The details are yet to be investigated. Yes, write it like this!"

Gin thought he was really smart.

However, when Gin had just written half of it, he felt that it was inappropriate and deleted it all.

"We have to wait until Vodka comes back."

When Vodka's confirmation is fruitless and the peripheral members are asked to look for the person, they will definitely discover the truth about the other party's death. It will not be too late to write an email then.

Everything is for survival... No, it's for stability.

There is no rush.

Gin calmed himself down, picked up the water cup and wanted to drink some water, but found that there were only dried wolfberries left in it.

"Tsk, I have to boil water again."

After getting a kettle of water, Gin curled up on the bed, hugged his knees, and waited quietly for the water to boil.

But as he waited, he fell asleep in the gurgling sound of the water and in a state of confusion.

The sound of steady breathing was masked by the sound of boiling water.

The small lounge seemed peaceful and cozy at this moment...but also lonely and deserted.

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Yokohama.

Chablis and Graf searched for a long time in this residential area where there was not even a house number before they finally found the car owner's house.

"Oh... I really can't stand it. With such a low occupancy rate, why don't they demolish it?"

Chabli quietly took out a hammer and pointed it at the door in front of him. "Wait, Chabli, there should be someone in this house. The owner said that as guests, we can't be so rude." Graf stretched out his hand to stop Chabli's violent behavior of breaking the door.

"Why didn't I see you stop it before?"

Chabli looked at his teammates with dissatisfaction.

They had already broken into several doors, because no one answered when they knocked...

When they broke in, they found that the building was completely abandoned. No one knew how long it had been abandoned. The floor and furniture were covered with a layer of dust. They were almost choked to death by the dust when they went in.

However, Chablis obediently put away his hammer - after thinking about it, he probably felt that breaking into the room like this was not very elegant.

So Chablis straightened his tie, took off his hat, and prepared to knock on the door.

Unexpectedly, Graf got there first, with a pious look on his face, and banged on the door twice with his fists, his voice full of fanaticism:
"The Lord said, God loves the world, and if you don't open the door, God won't love you... and the door won't open either."

Chablis: “…”

Excuse me, but it would be better for him to just hit it with a hammer.

Chabli slowly took out the hammer, looked at his teammate's shiny head, and thought about which angle to attack from.

Graf knocked on the door for a while, but found no response. He turned around and said:

"Chablis, I think we may have missed the target again..."

Then, he saw Chablis's unfriendly look on his forehead and the hammer in his hand, and fell into silence.

"Chablis..." Graf said mournfully, "I have always considered you as my own brother."

My own brother actually wants to hit my head with a hammer... How sad is that?

"Oh, my good brother!" Chablis grinned, "If you block the door again, I will really knock."

Graf immediately stepped aside a meter and made a please-come-in gesture.

Immediately, Chablis swung the hammer at the door panel at an extremely fast speed.

"Kuang!"

"Kuang!"

"Kuang!"

After knocking a few times, Chablis smashed several dents into the door panel. Then he hit the door lock again and kicked it again.

The door just opened.

Simple and crude.

The two entered the house and looked at the empty room. Graf showed a disappointed expression: "Chablis, it seems we have come to the wrong place again."

"……Yeah?"

Chablis glanced around the room and smiled in a very relaxed manner.

"We have confirmed two numbers for the front, back, left and right of this house, so this is the only one left." He touched the shoe cabinet by the door, "Besides, it's not like no one lives here."

"...Chablis, you are right."

Graf focused his attention on the floor. "There's dirt and shoe prints at the door. Someone has been in this house before us."

"But it seems that you banged the door too hard, causing them to be afraid to come out."

Graf looked at Chablis accusingly.

The latter held up the hammer and spread his hands: "Oh, my dear friend, what does this have to do with me?"

He closed the broken door and shouted into the room: "Hey, is anyone here? We have no ill intentions, we just want to do a resident survey~"

The room was quiet.

Only Chablis' voice echoed in the room.

The houses here are all warehouses on the lower floors and living spaces on the upper floors. The area is not very large, with only about 70 square meters per floor.

There is no entrance hall after entering the door, and you can see the living room directly. On the right are the dining room and kitchen.

There were cups of water placed on the coffee table surrounding the sofa, which made Chablis confirm again that someone must have lived here before.

(End of this chapter)