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

Chapter 328: Disposal of Violators - Zhenxing
The purpose of Gin calling the other party was to quickly locate the other party, so he didn't say anything meaningful on the phone.

After hanging up, Gin did not call Noah, but dialed another number again.

This time, the call stayed on hold for a while.

The call was connected when the call was about to end, but the other end was so quiet that even breathing could not be heard...

And Gin's reaction was also strange:
After he confirmed that the call was connected, he put his hand down and started dialing again on his mobile phone.

After just pressing a few buttons, Gin suddenly stopped and looked at his phone and thought for two seconds.

"Noah, what are the last three digits of Xie's phone number?"

[Yes 73*0]
“…and an asterisk?”

[Yes, so it should be four digits...]
Gin: "..."

Well, he hadn’t contacted Xie for a long time and had forgotten the contact number.

Sighing silently, Gin pressed a few more times on his phone and dialed a number, "Xie, help me, I asked Noah to locate the coordinates of a person, who is a low-level member of my organization. Can you see if you can make him forget this experience? If not, you can make him stupid. But in this case, I will have to ask you to help find someone to take the blame. The specific incident was about seven years ago..."

Gin chattered in Chinese on the silent phone for more than a minute, causing Vodka, who was sitting in the driver's seat, to break out in a cold sweat.

He seemed to understand, but not completely...

Oh my God, has he learned Chinese in vain in these years?

Vodka racked his brains to figure out the meaning of what Gin said...but, he could understand every word, but when they were put together he couldn't understand anything?

Vodka, who didn't realize that he had been dragged out of the plan by Gin, fell into self-doubt.

After Gin finished his chatter, there was still no sound on the other end of the phone, but he didn't think there was anything wrong. After telling Noah a few more words, he put the phone back in his pocket.

Turning around, he found that Vodka's eyes... were very dull behind his sunglasses.

Gin looked ahead, then looked at Vodka, "Green light, what are you thinking about?"

Vodka: "...Huh? Ooooh!"

Gin: "..."

Vodka is getting more and more stupid day by day, how can he feel at ease?

-

apartment.

Kyosuke Fudo put down his phone, the cold sweat on his hands had not yet dried.

He is a psychiatrist and currently works at Yakushino Hospital in Beika Town.

However, few people know that seven years ago, he was the most promising surgeon at the Toudou University Hospital...

He switched to psychology a year ago after killing the hateful colleague who had deliberately slashed his wrists, making it impossible for him to practice surgery.

Not long ago, he learned from his patient, a detective from the Metropolitan Police Department, that they had decided to reopen the investigation because there were doubts about an incident that happened a year ago.

After knowing this, Fenghu Kyosuke panicked: the incident happened too long ago, and he didn't know if he left any traces at that time that caused the police to discover the suspicious points and reopen the investigation...

Coincidentally, his patient was one of the main persons in charge of investigating the case and was also the person who reopened the investigation this time.

He quickly used his identity as a psychologist to extract some general information from the policeman and learned that the people being reinvestigated this time were exactly the same as those a year ago.

In order to ensure that his affairs would not be exposed, Kyosuke Fudo made a decision - that is to silence these policemen.

only……

He really didn't expect that his actions would involve the FBI!

"...No, I've already dealt with one, and the remaining two must also be dealt with!"

As expected of a psychologist who had worked for seven years, Kyosuke Fudo quickly calmed down his uneasy emotions and strengthened his determination.

He has his own ambitions and will not be bound by the rules of the organization...

This is also the reason why he has been a member of the organization for seven years but is still just a peripheral member.

Kyosuke Fudo walked to the window and looked at the bustling city with malice on his face, still wiping the gun in his hand.

The rifle he bought from the black market had been hidden in an unknown place... After all, the thing was too big and would be too conspicuous if placed at home.

He turned around and prepared to plan how to eliminate his next target.

The room was dark, with no lights on, lit only by the moonlight outside the window.

But Kyosuke Fudo suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his spine: someone was sitting on the sofa in the living room without him knowing when!

"Who?!"

Fenghu Kyosuke immediately pointed his gun at the other party, his eyes instantly became fierce, "Who are you? How did you get in?!"

He remembered to lock the door...

Even if it wasn't locked, the other party came in too quietly, right?

The figure said nothing, just looked at him calmly.

It was obviously a very dark environment, but those eyes were shining with an enchanting brilliance.

The moment Kyosuke Fudo saw those eyes, he felt like his head was about to split apart.

"Who do you work for?"

The figure asked in a gentle tone, but with irresistible power.

The hand holding the gun suddenly trembled, and his lips trembled, and he uttered uncontrollably, "Group, organization..."

"What organization?"

"Black, organization..."

"forget it."

The figure ordered calmly.

However, Kyosuke Fudo's face became ferocious again, and he kept shaking his head, looking extremely painful.

Then, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hand.

His eyeballs moved with difficulty, and then shrank violently.

His hand is broken!

The strange thing was that not a drop of blood flowed out of the broken arm, but he could definitely feel the pain...

"forget it."

The sound of the figure was still irresistible.

But Kyosuke Fudo was still trembling, his face was grim, and his teeth were clenched tightly.

He didn't even know what he was resisting, and there was nothing in his mind, but there was an inexplicable force that made him resist the other party...

Another wave of heart-wrenching pain came.

This time it was his entire arm that was torn off like a piece of paper by some invisible force.

A look of horror appeared on his face, and his mouth opened to an exaggerated size, but no sound came out.

The figure in front of him said again in a gentle voice:

"forget it……"

……

Same apartment, same layout, same people.

In Kyosuke Fudo's apartment, the doors and windows were closed, the curtains were drawn tightly, and the lights in the room were extremely bright.

Kyosuke Fudo, the owner of the apartment, sat on the sofa with dull eyes and an indifferent and dull expression.

Sitting opposite him was a handsome young man with slightly long brown hair, staring at him expressionlessly.

"You have such good willpower?"

The brown-haired young man tilted his head and placed his hand on Kyosuke Fuuto's forehead. A trace of cool air emanated from his hand and penetrated into Kyosuke Fuuto's skin.

"Three times is the limit... If you don't obey me again, I will have no choice but to turn you into a fool."

The young man's tone was very gentle, but his words were somewhat chilling.

However, Kyosuke Fudo still had no reaction to these words, and his eyes were out of focus.

No one except himself knew the pain he was suffering.

(End of this chapter)