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

Chapter 295: Chablis conspiracy theory

Ireland looked at the ceiling with doubt in his heart, and walked out without looking away: "Then you continue to doubt slowly, I'll go get food."

He couldn't stay here any longer, or he might be...

No, it should be that he was driven crazy by two lunatics.

When Chablis heard that he was going to get food, he immediately raised his hands: "Oh! My dear Ireland, please help me get a steak, medium rare! Even if you don't have time, rare is fine!"

Ireland:"……"

You might as well eat it raw.

Graf also came up to Ireland and held up the cross: "The Lord said, today you should eat broccoli and duck eggs..."

Ireland:"……"

He swore that it was not in the Bible.

Afterwards, Ireland waved his hand to show that he understood, and hurriedly left the huge lounge.

After Ireland leaves.

The expression on Chablis's face faded a little.

He sat back in front of the computer and read through the email sent by Gin carefully.

"Chablis, what's the problem?"

Graf did not think there was anything strange about Chablis's behavior. He stood beside him with his cross in his pocket and read the email again with him.

"What could be the problem?"

Chablis yawned, looking a little tired, "This can't be fake... and don't you remember the sender of the message that Gin forwarded?"

"Ok?"

Graf looked at the name of the forwarded email and said, "I don't remember."

"According to Mr. Dubonnet, this guy is one of the boss's confidants." Chablis took off his gloves and played with his nails. "Gin... I really don't understand him."

"Are you still doubting him?"

Graf took a sip of Chablis's unfinished coffee and smacked his lips. "But as of now, it seems that he has nothing to do with those FBI people."

Chabli gave him a strange look: "When did I say he had connections with the FBI?"

Graf's eyes were deep: "You didn't say it, the Lord said it."

"..." Chabli remained silent, his armored knife fingers flexibly bent a few times, and a sharp cold light shone from his fingertips.

But he seemed to have thought of something, glanced at the still closed door, snorted coldly, and put away the blade.

Although I really want to fight Graf, it would be bad if Ireland comes back halfway.

Chablis was still a little intimidated by Ireland's physique - he was as strong as an ox and could take on two of them alone.

Because he was one of his own, in a duel that could not be fought with the goal of killing the other party, Chabli thought he could not defeat the other party. After all, he was not known for his strength.

Alas, he is so pitiful, weak and helpless.

After feeling sorry for himself, Chablis successfully ignored Graf's words, "I don't know what Gin is planning, but at least he has little to do with the FBI..."

"And what Ireland said makes sense. We should send some people to keep an eye on the Japanese police." Chablis pinched his chin, "What if the FBI is really in cahoots with the Japanese police?"

"You mean, the FBI used the police to get away today?" Graf put down his cross.

"That's a possibility, isn't it?"

Chablis grinned, his smile was morbid, "But to be honest, I don't really care about those small fish that can be easily caught. I am more concerned about what Gin wants to do." For a moment he suspected that Gin was secretly manipulating all this.

However, due to his inner disdain for the FBI, Chablis did not think that someone as arrogant as Gin would belong to the FBI... because it was too despicable.

Even the famous 'silver bullet' in the organization, Akai Shuichi, was not taken seriously by Chablis.

When it comes to business, Graf stopped playing tricks with the cross and said indifferently, "How many people do we need to mobilize?"

"Two or three are enough. The Japanese police station... the Metropolitan Police Department, the local police station, and the public security department that specializes in handling special matters. Gin has been in Japan for so long, he must have people in these places. If there are too many nails, it would be bad if he pulls out all of them if he doesn't like them."

Chablis returned to the sofa and nestled comfortably, analyzing the situation logically.

"That's right. As long as we can get some information about the police, that will be enough." Graf agreed and started sending instructions on the computer.

Chablis put his gloves back on and poured himself a glass of premium Graves.

Suddenly, he remembered something and asked Graf, "By the way, Graf, where was the news from Yokohama that I asked you to pay attention to?"

Graf paused typing and turned back: "Didn't I send you an email?"

"Is there?" Chablis said innocently, "Okay, I'll go to the garbage station and look for it later."

In the past, Graf always sent him missionary emails, and he might have blocked him at some point.

Hearing this, Graf took out the cross in silence, with a sad face:
"The Lord says that noble Graves should not quarrel with inferior Chablis."

Chablis: “…”

His hands are itchy and he really wants to grab something. What should he do?
The urge to scratch Graf's face lingered in Chablis's heart for a long time, and finally, he felt that he should take some practical action.

However, just as he was about to get up from the sofa, the door of the lounge made a beeping sound and then slowly opened.

Chablis's butt, which had just left the sofa by one centimeter, immediately fell back down, picked up the wine glass, and took a small sip as if nothing had happened.

Sure enough, a blond, dark-skinned, handsome man walked in from outside...

……Eh?

Chablis blinked, stared at the man with a suitcase at the door for three seconds, and smiled widely:

"Oh! Bourbon, my friend, it's you! I thought it was Ireland, I was so scared..."

"Um... Mr. Chablis, I'm sorry I'm late."

Bourbon was confused for a moment, then he blamed himself embarrassedly, and thought to himself:

Is the big Irish guy so high up that he's afraid of someone of Gin's equal status?
...Speaking of which, it was only after Bourbon returned from the United States that he gradually realized how deep the organization was.

He didn't know before that there was actually another high-ranking member of the Japanese organization besides Gin...

Moreover, the personnel transfer procedures were extremely troublesome. It took Bourbon two days to arrange all the positions.

Including the areas, branches, and subordinate members he previously managed.

"Hahaha~ It's not too late at all, my friend... Oh, by the way, I have a joke here, do you want to listen to it?"

"...Ah?" Bourbon looked confused.

What the hell, members of the organization can actually tell jokes? This is outrageous!

Chablis didn't care about Bourbon's confusion at all, and said with a very happy smile:
"I'm telling you, it's just..."

In fact, eating sweets can really refresh you...

Whenever I can’t write anymore, I eat something sweet to refresh myself.
I think so many people who like this book are influenced by me, yeah. (I am sure
(Well, I just said it casually, it has nothing to do with this chapter)

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(End of this chapter)