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

Chapter 294 This Must Be Gin's Trick

North District, organization base.

“Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha…”

A series of deafening laughter penetrated the eardrums of everyone in the room with great penetration.

The Irishman who was pouring coffee suddenly shook, and a ladle of scalding coffee spilled onto his calloused hands.

Ireland:"……"

There was no expression on his slightly rough face.

He just silently raised his hand, rinsed it under the faucet for a while, and then took a look at it in front of his eyes.

Well, not bad, almost a first-degree burn.

Then, four veins popped out on Ireland's forehead. He put down his coffee cup heavily, took two big steps forward, grabbed the collar of the still laughing Chablis, and roared like a dragon:
"What the f*ck are you doing!!!"

He felt like he was going to have a nervous breakdown because of these two people.

Ireland was not done yet after he finished his roar. He took another big step and grabbed Graf, who was muttering to himself undisturbed, and roared like a dragon again:
"And you! How the hell didn't you choke to death when you were burning incense indoors! And which Christian worships Jehovah by burning incense!!!"

Burning incense corresponds to worshiping Buddha!
After Ireland finished his intolerable roar, he silently put down the innocent-looking Graf, went over expressionlessly to extinguish the incense sticks in the incense burner, and then inserted a medium-sized cross in front of him into the incense burner.

The bald Graf in a monk's robe had his eyes lit up, and he seemed to think this way of worship was better, so he closed his eyes, put his hands together, and his expression became more pious.

Ireland looked at the ceiling with despair.

This guy is definitely a fake believer... He even believes that Graf is a Buddhist.

"…Chablis, have you laughed enough?"

Turning around, I saw Chablis still lying on the sofa twitching, and the phone in his hand had been hung up long ago.

Ireland took a deep breath. "Chablis, Gin called you? Is it necessary for you to laugh like that?"

He really didn't understand why Chablis hadn't been killed by gin despite being so outrageous.

"Hahaha? Hahahaha... This, don't blame me, it's all Gin's fault. Who asked him to tell me a joke, hahahaha..."

Chablis's laughter finally stopped for a few seconds, and then he continued to laugh while holding his stomach.

Ireland:"……"

Gin told Chablis a joke? And made Chablis laugh like this?
Is it the world that has changed or is it gin that has changed?
Ireland's eye twitched, "So what did Gin tell you?"

"Ahahahaha... that's it." Chablis' facial expression was distorted with laughter, "He said to me... 'Let me tell you a joke'."

"Then?"

"Then~ I asked him what the joke was."

"What joke?"

"Gin said that a senior FBI official was kidnapped by robbers...hahahahaha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chablis continued to hold his stomach and laughed until tears came out.

The look he gave Ireland was silenced.

Is this...so funny? Is this a bad joke?

Also, when did Gin come up with such a bad joke? Was he dreaming?
At this time, Ireland heard a 'woooo' sound coming from the other side.

He looked back speechlessly. It turned out that Graf had covered his mouth with one hand, leaving only one hand standing upright in front of his chest with a slightly distorted expression...

It seems like he's having a hard time holding back his laughter.

"…I say, enough is enough! How is this funny?"

Ireland couldn't hold his head. Could he ask for a change of teammates and supervisors?

Chablis' smile gradually returned to normal, "Ah... Ireland, don't be like this, it's really funny after all."

"So what's so funny about this! How could people from an organization like the FBI, especially the top brass, be kidnapped by robbers?" Ireland said with a dark face, went back to finish pouring the unfinished coffee, and then gave Chablis a cup.

"No, no, no, Ireland, I think you misunderstood." Chablis took the coffee with a smile on his face, "Gin said this is true..."

Now it was Ireland's turn to be dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Are you kidding him?

"Wait a minute, Gin seemed to have just said that he sent the email to us."

Chablis rubbed his hands in anticipation, rolled off the sofa and turned on the computer.

When Graf heard this, he came over too, and together with the unbelieving Ireland and the excited Man, they surrounded the computer...

After reading the email, Ireland felt bad.

This outrageous thing is actually true?

What are those people in the FBI doing?
Ireland looked at the email that Gin sent to the group and for a moment he didn't know whether he should laugh or not...

——Laugh, he thought he could laugh at the FBI, but he had just scolded Chablis, and laughing now seemed like a slap in the face;

If he didn't laugh, he would feel a little out of place.

Ireland suppressed a smile and continued with a straight face, "This can only mean that... the FBI's professional ability is problematic, and maybe the other party deliberately threw off our investigators. Didn't they lose them soon after?"

Although he felt that this had nothing to do with any scheme and was purely an accident, it did not stop him from teaching Chablis a lesson.

“Hahaha~ Hey, what you said makes sense.” Chablis stopped laughing, thought for a moment, then raised the corner of his mouth again, “But even so, it’s very funny. These fry who thought they were sharks were kidnapped. Hahaha——”

Chablis's laughter was so infectious that Ireland almost lost her composure...

The latter took several deep breaths before he managed to maintain a serious expression:
"Chablis, you at least act like a leader... Look at Gin, did he smile when he talked to you?"

"Hiccup~ It seems not, but I suspect he has laughed."

Chablis made a bold guess, and his expression gradually returned to normal, leaving only Graf still staring at the email with a very lewd expression.

After laughing enough, Chablis began to speculate wildly, his eyes full of wisdom: "Ireland, do you think this is a trick of Gin?"

Ireland:"……"

What’s up? Has the Chablis gin conspiracy theory not died down yet?

Graf, who was smiling silly, turned his head and asked curiously: "Chablis, what did the Lord tell you?"

"Fuck you, Lord!"

Chabli gave Graf a vicious glare as usual, and then stopped looking at him. He stroked his chin and speculated: "Such an obvious plot, and you didn't see it?"

"...If you have something to say, just say you're going to fart soon, okay?" Ireland said weakly.

"Okay, okay, okay~" Chablis spread his hands helplessly, his expression became serious, "I doubt..."

"Gin is trying to make me laugh to death and take away my rights."

"..."

That cold and stern face made Ireland believe for a moment that what he said was true.

Ireland held his forehead.

Why in God's name did he hold out hope that Chablis might say something normal?

I don’t know about other people, but I laughed like a fool when I wrote it (I’m sure
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(End of this chapter)