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

Chapter 292 Gin: Let me tell you a joke
"Everyone, my name is not Hawke, and there is no Hawke in my name..."

The words that James was about to say suddenly turned into very poor-sounding Japanese.

……

not far away.

"Ryan's performance just now was so wonderful! I just bought a pendant of Ryan outside, it's so great."

Professor Agasa walked out of the circus tent with a few children, and Ayumi exclaimed happily.

The store next door was already crowded after the circus ended, so it was probably difficult to buy any peripheral products.

Yuantai and Mitsuhiko both regretted not buying one just now.

Instead, Haibara Ai took out Ryan's key chain without saying a word, and received a wave of envious looks - she had just bought two.

There is another one that she plans to give to her sister when she has the chance.

Conan squinted at Huibara Ai and said, "I didn't expect you would like this kind of thing."

The truth of yesterday's case was not finally revealed. He was so annoyed that he didn't sleep well the whole night. Today, he was dragged out to watch the circus again...

He is full of resentment.

Huiyuan Ai returned the look: "How can someone like you who likes to read bloody and violent mystery novels be any better than me?"

Conan's mouth twitched.

What's wrong with him reading a detective novel? It's a novel, and he didn't do anything, so how can it be bloody and violent?

Hiroki said helplessly: "Girls will like this kind of pendant. Conan, you should be more tolerant of different people's preferences."

Conan: "..."

Why is it that even Hiroki is speaking for Huiyuan? Could it be that...

The glances that moved back and forth between Hiroki and Haibara Ai became increasingly strange.

But at this moment, Ayumi discovered a foreigner surrounded by a crowd in front of her.

"Who is this person? There are so many reporters surrounding him."

Dr. Agasa glanced at an old man surrounded by the crowd and said, "Oh! He, I think it should be Mr. Randy Hawke, the self-helper of the circus... Look at the last page of the circus introduction, there is a picture of him."

Ayumi flipped through it and saw a portrait of a bearded foreigner on the last page.

"Although this man is a wealthy man, he doesn't put on airs at all, and he never brings bodyguards with him when he goes out..."

Hiroki glanced at the portrait on the circus introduction, then looked at old man James who was surrounded by the crowd, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Um, Doctor..."

"what?"

Several children, including the doctor, turned to look at Hiroki.

"I don't think he's Randy Hawke." Hiroki looked helpless. "Whether it's the face shape or the hair color, they don't look alike... except for the mustache."

Dr. Agasa's eyes widened: "Ah? Is that so?"

Just at this moment, James couldn't bear it anymore and blurted out something in English.

Conan also raised his eyebrows: "Hiroki is right... this person speaks standard English with a British accent."

"Indeed... Randy Hawke is from the Southern United States, and the spoken language is very different." Hiroki nodded in agreement.

The three treasures of Emperor Dan on the side felt powerful.

Conan looked at the poor old man surrounded by the crowd and said, "How about we go and help him out?"

He needed to gain some sense of accomplishment to make up for his injured young heart.

Sawada Hiroki's cheeks twitched, and he was about to say forget it, but Conan had already run up to him...

Sawada Hiroki: "..."

He thought it was better to leave him alone, otherwise who knows what might happen...

Beside him, Huihara Ai noticed that Hiroki had an unusual expression, and when Teitan Sanbao and Dr. Agasa were focusing on Conan, she whispered, "Hiroki, what's wrong?"

"that is……"

Hiroki leaned over and whispered a few words. Then, Huihara Ai's expression changed again and again, and she looked at a certain old man with a gradually unfriendly look...

The FBI...

She curled her lips. The FBI people are all a bunch of liars... they are no good!

-

The Black Organization's base.

Gin sat in front of the computer with his cheek in his hand, taking a sip of wolfberry water and a bite of roasted lamb leg...

Gin quickly finished the lamb leg and threw the bones onto the plate. He got up to wash his hands and came back to finish drinking the wolfberry water.

At this time, the room was still filled with the strong smell of mutton...

Gin sniffed a few times, probably thinking the smell was a bit strong, so he turned the air conversion device to maximum power, and then he felt a little better.

After finishing all this, he continued to sit in front of the computer and began to look through a bunch of news that popped up overnight.

The core members have been adjusting their missions according to Vermouth's actions recently, and there is no special news. On the contrary, there is a lot of news about the peripheral members -

They are all there to monitor members of the FBI.

The FBI's gathering point had been discovered through their last gathering, and Gin then arranged for people to guard it... After all, Haido Town was considered his territory.

"Has the evacuation started?"

Gin took a quick look at the messages from the peripheral members, and most of them were reporting to him about the FBI's departure from the Haido Hotel.

Well, at least I wasn't too slow.

If they don't leave, Gin will really find a way to get more bombs to blow them up...

"It seems that there is no particularly important news..." Gin looked for a while, his eyelids drooped, and he couldn't help yawning.

As the saying goes, spring brings sleepiness, autumn brings fatigue, winter brings hibernation, and summer brings naps...

It’s normal to feel sleepy at any time of the year, so it’s also normal to feel sleepy for four consecutive days.

Gin tried to keep his eyes open while scanning the mailbox, "Well... the tasks are all arranged, I'll take a nap later."

He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him lately, he feels more and more sleepy the more he sleeps.

This time, when Gin was arranging the task, he remembered it and specially crossed out Vodka from the list of candidates for the task as a reward for this old driver who had been running around with him as 007 for the past n years.

After finishing the emails, just when Gin was about to take a nap, an unfamiliar phone ringtone rang out.

Gin was stunned for a moment before he realized that this was the evolved ringtone of his cell phone.

"…This world is definitely not material."

After Gin complained about the worldview again, he answered the phone with an instantly cold tone:
"what's up?"

The person who called was an old acquaintance...

"Master Gin, I'm sorry to bother you... It's like this, I followed a suspected FBI leader today."

"Did you catch someone?" Gin's voice was still cold, but he was wondering in his heart who the unlucky guy would be.

but……

"…I didn't catch anyone, but." The voice on the other end of the phone paused, "But, the person was kidnapped by a gangster disguised as a police officer, so I want to ask you, sir, whether I should kidnap the person as well?"

"...You said that the FBI commander was kidnapped by robbers?"

Several question marks popped up on Gin's forehead, and he tried his best to restrain himself from letting his cold tone turn into confusion.

"Yes, sir..."

"… Continue to follow and observe the situation. The police may get involved. Do not act rashly."

"Okay, sir..."

After saying a few words, Gin hung up the phone. After enduring for a long time, he still couldn't calm down the corners of his mouth. He let out a few suppressed laughs and shouted weakly to the door:
"Vodka! Let me tell you a joke..."

(End of this chapter)