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

Chapter 317 Gin: We have to find a way to kill this guy
"…Hidden?"

Gin pretended to be stunned for a moment, "Chablis, are you sick?"

Chablis's hen-like laughter suddenly stopped, "Ahem... I say, Gin, you don't have to be so direct."

Gin: "..."

Chablis didn't even deny that he was sick?

After being shocked for a short while, Gin recovered and said, "He's dead."

"Wait! Gin, you really aren't worried about them?" Chablis was surprised.

"worry about what?"

"Oh, don't play dumb with me. Friends should be honest with each other..." Chablis suddenly lowered his voice, "Gin, I have already caught... the evidence. Are you really not worried?"

"……Ah."

Gin grinned, revealing his sharp teeth. "What are you worried about? You should worry more about yourself... For example, Dubonnet."

"..."

Chablis's voice disappeared for a long time.

This time, Gin was not in a hurry and did not hang up. He just waited silently for a moment.

A minute later, Chablis' voice sounded again, only it was a little hoarser than before: "Three, the address will be sent to you later."

"can."

Gin didn't argue with him any more. He just hung up the phone and drove to the dock - he wanted to finish his job first.

……

Nerima District.

Next to an abandoned warehouse.

A black sports car was parked on the weed-covered road, and next to the car stood a blond man dressed in black.

Chabli stood there for a long while holding his phone, before he let out a hoarse, low laugh.

"Ah, I was discovered as expected..."

He really couldn't hold back his excitement, so he took off his gloves and scratched his face with his sharp nails, leaving several bloody marks. He had a sick smile on his face, and his whites of his eyes were filled with bloodshot, making his eyes look a little red.

The whole person is like crazy.

After torturing his face like this for a while, he finally calmed down a little. The smile on his face changed from crazy to calm, and with the slightly slim-fitting long trench coat, he looked somewhat gentlemanly.

"Hey~ I have to finish the remaining three places quickly and go back for afternoon tea~"

Chablis hummed a scale rhythmically, got into the driver's seat, and typed a text message to send to someone.

And the few extremely eye-catching bloodstains on his face were slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye...

……

"Chablis is crazy."

After Gin inspected his last mission site, he recorded the inspection results in a notebook while cursing.

I almost had a showdown with him just to have afternoon tea... Is there something wrong with Chablis' brain?
Gin patted his chest and tried to calm himself down.

Originally, he and Chablis were in a friendly relationship of 'I know you have bad intentions but I won't say it'.

Gin knew that Chablis was investigating him, but to be honest, Gin had not yet done anything that was detrimental to the organization, so he turned a blind eye to Chablis' investigation;

As for Chablis, he didn't know where he got the sixth sense from, but he felt that there was something wrong with Gin, and he had been secretly tracking him down. However, he also had an "we are all good friends" attitude, and apart from targeting Gin occasionally, he didn't do anything inappropriate.

But this time, Chablis suddenly lifted the veil.

The veins on Gin's forehead were throbbing, "Isn't it good to be alive?"

He was now somewhat unable to restrain his murderous intent towards Chablis... Gin knew that a man like Chablis would be extremely loyal to the organization, unless he encountered something that destroyed his worldview, and no one could persuade him otherwise.

If nothing was said, Gin could still treat Chablis as a nobody and just be on guard against it occasionally.

And now...

Chablis has said he has the 'evidence'...

Gin didn't know what the "evidence" was, but it was probably related to Yokohama: maybe it was Miyano Akemi's identity that was exposed in the future, or maybe it was Scotland that was exposed...

Well, it doesn't matter anymore.

Gin looked at the text message from Chablis, and his eyes gradually became cold.

Since the other party wants to fight him to the end, he will just join in the fight.

Just when Gin was about to put away his phone, a familiar number called again.

Gin answered expressionlessly, "What is it?"

Perhaps his tone was too distant and cold, the person on the other end of the phone was silent for a while before asking doubtfully:
"Ah, Gin, who offended you?"

"Chablis... He asked me to help him run three places." Gin softened his tone, "What's wrong, Vermouth?"

The person who called him this time was Belmodebend.

"Well~ I found traces of a kitten before, and I thought it would be better to tell you..." Vermouth yawned, and her voice sounded a little lazy, "But I'm still looking for a chance to confirm it, but if I'm sure, I won't tell you deliberately."

"...Oh, you have a cat?"

Gin was still thinking about how to find an opportunity to kill Chablis, and didn't pay any attention to what Vermouth was saying.

Vermouth was speechless for a moment, thinking that Gin was playing dumb with her, "You should know who I'm talking about... Forget it, let me tell you one more thing, my plan may involve the police..."

The last sentence successfully drew Gin's attention back, and his expression was inexplicable:

"police?"

Bro, isn't this a coincidence?

It seems that the FBI just recently thought that they were going to take action against the police? He was quite worried...

So the FBI is jumping into the role of a prophet this time?
Then he is so nervous and scared!

If Gin didn't have a lollipop in his mouth, he would have wanted to blow a smoke ring.

However, Vermouth's "involvement" was obviously not intended to deliberately provoke the police. "Don't worry, we won't be in opposition to the Metropolitan Police Department... After all, the higher-ups... still have to give us some face, but I might use some cute little ones as bait..."

Gin raised a somewhat cold smile:

"That's good..."

There was a kind of suppressed excitement in his voice - don't get me wrong, he's not a pervert, he just simply wants to laugh but has to hold it back.

Wonderful, the FBI really became a prophet.

It seems that there is no need to overprotect the police officers. As long as nothing serious happens, everything will be fine.

However, Vermouth did not tell Gin very clearly about her specific plan, so Gin could only make a rough prediction - after all, she was both the bait and the leader?
Moreover, Vermouth seemed to have misunderstood Gin and teased, "Oh, you sound quite excited?"

"You heard wrong." Gin took two bites of the lollipop and tried hard not to laugh.

Damn it, this should be a serious matter, why can’t I help myself?

"Okay, I'll continue to scout the terrain. Don't forget to take a walk when the time comes... You go find your cat."

Gin drove his beloved Porsche and set off happily.

On the road

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(End of this chapter)