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

Chapter 296 I don't know what title to give it, so let's call it this

Gin's jokes were brief.

Chablis's retelling was also brief - he simply repeated to Bourbon exactly what Gin had told him over the phone.

Strictly speaking, this 'joke' is not really a joke.

Because if you tell this to the FBI, they will probably immediately frown, point a finger, and say "You're a fool."

Of course, in reality, the other party may not react much, but they will definitely feel inexplicably ashamed...

Only this group of people who have been against the FBI for a long time would laugh out loud after hearing this joke.

In fact, Ireland just went out to get food and was laughing at the door for a long time.

……

"F, BI people, were kidnapped??"

After hearing Chablis' joke, Bourbon's eyes became even more confused.

"Yeah, yeah, it's funny, isn't it?"

Chablis narrowed his eyes and smiled, but the look he gave Bourbon through the gap was a little scrutinizing.

Bourbon was a little bit incredulous and repeated, "Mr. Chablis, is this true?"

Chablis nodded confidently, "Of course, no one should be cheated!"

Hearing his affirmation, Bourbon's expression gradually returned to normal and the corners of his mouth twitched twice.

"Haha...hahaha!"

Finally, he couldn't help laughing, two tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and his voice was intermittent, "The FBI people are too lame, aren't they?"

Bourbon's smile was half joy and half sadness.

He will never forget that his best friend was killed by the rising star of the FBI, the man wanted by the organization...

FBI, that's it?
Bourbon knew that his friend's death had nothing to do with the FBI, but that didn't stop him from gloating over his misfortune, and at the same time, his resentment towards Akai Shuichi deepened...

When Chablis saw Bourbon smiling so happily, there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He could see that the other person's smile was absolutely genuine.

After all, anyone in the organization who heard the news would either treat it as a joke or laugh at it...

However, Chablis is still immersed in the conspiracy of "three whiskies and three traitors" and cannot extricate itself.

"He can even laugh at his own colleagues at will. He must be a high-level undercover agent."

Chablis said to himself in his heart.

He had already suspected that Bourbon might be a traitor, so there was no way he could deny his guess.

After staring at Bourbon for a while, and waiting until he had almost finished laughing, Chablis raised a brilliant smile:

"By the way, Bourbon, you should be aware of our affairs here, right?"

"Yes, as I recall, he should be taking over the position of Miss Clarette and Grappa... the deceased member, right?" Bourbon quickly straightened his expression when he saw Chablis start to talk about serious matters.

"That's right, that's right." Chablis nodded with a smile, "But those are minor issues, they are matters left over from Pisk. You can just ask your subordinates to help take care of them~"

Bourbon was stunned for a moment, "Then I..."

"You should first get familiar with my rhythm with my people recently."

Chabli pointed at Graf and said, "For the time being, you should work with Graf first. After all, you need a period of familiarity when you are in a strange environment... Otherwise, it will be too bad if you can't keep up with our pace."

"Yes, Mr. Chablis, don't worry, I will adapt as soon as possible." Bourbon nodded.

"Well...what did you go to America for?"

Chablis suddenly asked.

Bourbon replied naturally, "Just to track down some people... Mainly those from the FBI."

"Oh..." Chablis nodded, took a sip of Graf, and then asked a rather broad question, "When you were at Gin's place, how many people did you work with?"

"...Me?" Bourbon paused, "Usually it's a temporary team, there are no fixed members to act with me."

"Is that so~" Chabli raised his eyebrows and smiled again, "Okay, it's okay, you go and rest."

"Ok."

Bourbon secretly breathed a sigh of relief, without changing his expression, and left carrying his suitcase.

And Chablis kept his eyes on him until the door of the room closed automatically and the figure disappeared.

Chablis shook his glass thoughtfully and stared at the wine in it.

At this time, Graf finished his work, came over from the computer, and sat opposite Chablis. "What's the problem with this person?"

"I suspect he is also an undercover agent from another state agency, just like those two."

"…Then why did you ask people to come to the base?"

"Isn't this just perfect?" Chablis laughed nervously. "If he reveals the information about the base, wouldn't it prove that he is an undercover agent? Then I can get rid of him directly, or at worst I can just move to another base."

Graf was silent for a moment, then took out the cross. "But the Lord said that half of the undercover agents you suspect are our own people."

“The Lord never said that!”

Chablis rarely lost his temper, but instead glared back and retorted.

because……

"I remember thirteen years ago, you suspected someone was an undercover agent, and after being intimidated by you, that person voluntarily asked to withdraw from the core members to the periphery."

"Shut up!"

"Ten years ago, that coward was scared to death by you. Later, it was discovered that he was the grandson of an old member who had used his connections to train him. The old guy is still upset about this incident..."

"Graf!"

"Seven years ago..."

'Boom! '

Chabli kicked over the table and grabbed Graf by the collar, his face as black as a frying pan. "If you tell me any more dirty laundry, I'll scratch your face!"

Didn't he just make a few mistakes?

His intuition must be right this time!

"The Lord said that scratching someone's face is something only girls do..."

"Graf!!"

Shabley threw off his gloves, raised his hands and pressed his nails into Graf's face.

Right now...

After finishing his meal, Ireland said hello to Bourbon, walked in through the door, and saw the scene inside.

Looking at the table that was broken into two pieces again, the veins on Ireland's head couldn't help throbbing. After putting down his lunch box, he stepped forward and grabbed the two people in his hands, and roared like a dragon again:
"Chablis! Graf! When the hell are you going to shut up!!"

He was out for only half an hour and another table was broken!
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Tokyo, Miwa Town.

Vermouth stayed in the Shinde house, reading the complete email forwarded by Gin and laughing uncontrollably.

Since the students didn't have classes today, she didn't need to disguise herself as Tomoaki Shinide and go to school to be the school doctor...

After laughing enough, she happily called Calvados and Kiehl, who were temporarily working for her, to tell the news.

——This is good news, we should share it together.

but……

Vermouth paid special attention to a description in the email.

There were several children, including a little boy wearing glasses and a girl with brown hair...

Vermouth narrowed her eyes.

"Sure enough, we need to confirm it again..."

(End of this chapter)