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

Chapter 293 Chablis: You're trying to make me laugh to death

"...Brother, are you okay?"

As soon as Vodka walked in, he found Gin lying on the table, laughing so hard that he couldn't stop, and he shivered with fear.

Brother, please be normal, I'm scared.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

However, after hearing what Vodka said, Gin laughed even harder, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes:

"Vodka, let me tell you a joke..."

"Big, big brother, you say."

Vodka wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and sat obediently on the stool, not daring to move at all.

Gin laughed for a long time before he finally recovered. He coughed twice, his eyes curved, "I'm telling you, a senior FBI official... was kidnapped by robbers."

"……what?"

Vodka, who thought Gin was going to tell him a joke, was confused and several question marks popped up above his head.

The commander of the FBI... is about the same level as the core members of the organization, right?

Kidnapped by robbers?
So despicable?
After being stunned for a few seconds, Vodka couldn't control the corners of his mouth, "Hey, hey hey hey..."

Just a silly smile.

Then, Gin lay on the table and laughed for a long time, successfully laughing away his sleepiness. Then he struggled to stand up, rubbed himself, and restored his facial expression to its normal indifferent state.

"Huh...this FBI, really." Gin rubbed his forehead weakly.

How could an action commander be kidnapped by robbers? Are criminals so powerful these days?
Gin suddenly remembered that his earliest relief was thanks to this group of unscrupulous criminals... and he helped them accomplish many of their mission goals.

but……

Why does this feel so outrageous?
Gin covered his face with his hands.

No, he wanted to laugh again.

……

After calming down for a while, Gin sent a short message to the member who had just called, asking him to email him the complete cause, process and outcome of the incident after returning.

Although today's mobile phones can send text messages, they are still old, broken and small. At most, they can only send 30 to 50 words at a time, and the screen is small, which makes it very tiring to use.

The person who just reported this news was the spy planted by the unscrupulous boss, Rikumichi Kusuda, who Gin had deduced earlier.

Gin hasn't taken care of this person for a long time...

Because with the rapid advancement of technology, especially the emergence of Noah, Gin found that the other party no longer posed any hindrance to him, so he just made him an ordinary peripheral member.

After Gin sent the text message to the other party, he noticed that Vodka was still sitting on the stool and grinning. He almost laughed along with him and quickly waved his hand: "Ahem...Vodka, it's okay, go ahead and do your work."

He has emails to deal with, as well as vodka, and the core members have a lot of people under them.

After laughing enough, the sleepiness came over me even more.

Gin didn't force himself to stay awake and rolled onto the bed quickly, starting to sleep.

He planned to tell this "joke" to some people after he woke up from his sleep...

In a sense, this "joke" can also help a lot.

……

I slept through the night.

Gin got up sleepily and sat on the bed for several minutes thinking about life. Then a bedtime joke gradually emerged in his mind.

When Gin thought about the head of the FBI being kidnapped by robbers, he immediately woke up from laughing.

No, he had to go and see if the cause, process and results had been sent to him.

Gin jumped out of bed as fast as the wind, and quickly came to the computer and opened the organization's mailbox.

What excited him was that there were several unread emails quietly lying in his mailbox, and one of them was signed by Kusuda Rikumichi...

"Let me see what's going on..." Gin muttered as he opened the email.

Kusuda Rikumichi is worthy of being the spy of the unscrupulous boss. He meets Gin's requirements very well: the content of the email is detailed to the minute and second, and the location is accurate to the street number.

Gin read this entire...story as if he was reading a story.

When he saw the following paragraph: 'After the other party was surrounded by reporters, several children took him away, followed by a bald old man', Gin's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Could these kids be Conan Nabo?
Good god, no wonder such a dignified FBI commander would get into trouble...

Gin thought about how Conan had close contact with his friends yesterday, and he couldn't help but feel worried again.

"I still have to stay away from Conan..."

With a sigh, Gin then browsed through the rest of the content.

Just as Gin casually said during the phone call at noon, according to Rikumichi Kusuda's report, the police later intervened and arrested all the robbers pretending to be police officers, and it is suspected that the old man with the child had help.

The email also specifically mentioned the child. I guess Kusuda Rikumichi was a little concerned about it, but he didn't take it very seriously.

In the end, the other party wrote a very humble ending - no other reason, because the police intervened in the end, and he even suspected that the FBI and the Japanese police were colluding with each other to divert attention, and then...

Lost the person.

To be fair, Gin wanted to say "well done". After all, if this FBI man was really caught, it would be a good thing for the winery, but not for him.

But given his current position, Gin could only send a few criticisms and some encouraging words against his will, and then...

He sent the email to a large group of core members and then called Vermouth.

The call was picked up quickly, with a very different tone:

"Gin, did the sun rise from the west today?"

"This has nothing to do with the sun, Vermouth. I just wanted to tell you a joke."

Belmode: "..."

Was she hallucinating or was Gin crazy?
"What joke?"

"A person suspected to be the head of the FBI command has been kidnapped by robbers." Gin tried hard to control himself from laughing out loud, and it was very difficult to hold it back. In order to avoid others thinking that he was crazy, he even had to keep his tone calm and indifferent.

He works so hard.

"...Huh?" Vermouth's voice was clearly a little unconvinced. "Are you kidding?"

Gin felt like he couldn't hold back his smile, so he quickly said, "I've sent you the email, you'll know after you read it..."

When he said this, Vermouth had actually opened the email and was reading it.

As soon as the words fell, a few suppressed laughs came from Vermouth...

I guess I really can't hold it in.

So, Gin was very considerate and hung up the phone.

After calming down, he continued to dial another number.

Before the other party picked up the phone, Gin's facial expression control reached its peak and his expression instantly became extremely cold.

"Oh~ my dear friend, why did you call me? This is so strange!"

Gin’s dial partner is none other than Chablis.

Gin said in a very cold tone: "Let me tell you a joke."