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

Chapter 338: Black Deal Next to the Metropolitan Police Department
at noon.

It was a sunny day, perfect time for lunch break.

There were many people walking down the boulevard after get off work. Everyone was in a hurry, rushing to get their lunch.

……

On a street next to the Metropolitan Police Department.

A special guest came to a coffee shop where few people frequented it.

"Dingling~"

The shop door was pushed open from outside.

The waiter who was preparing coffee turned and looked towards the door.

This sight made him stare blankly:

The man had shining silver hair that was almost thigh-length. Most of his hair was neatly combed behind his head, with only a few strands of hair randomly scattered on his forehead and cheeks.

The black suit looks particularly straight on him, giving him an aristocratic air.

The clerk was stunned for a while before he remembered to come forward and serve:

"First, sir, what can I do for you?"

"A cup of water, thank you."

The other party's voice was a little low, but it sounded exceptionally clear to the clerk.

The clerk responded blankly and then went to help get some water.

Gin looked around the store and didn't see Dubonnet. He frowned slightly, found a seat not near the window and sat down, placing the briefcase he had brought with him on the chair.

He watched the clerk busying himself and quietly loosened his tie - wearing a suit was too tiring, so a windbreaker was better.

However, if he really wore his usual clothes, Gin felt that he would be noticed as soon as he passed the Metropolitan Police Department.

Mainly, it’s not winter today.

Who would wear a thick windbreaker and a wide hat in the spring when it is close to the summer solstice?

Anyway, Gin said he didn't want to do it, he felt like a criminal...

"Isn't Dubonnet working around here?"

Gin drank the water that the waiter had just brought him, looked at the passers-by outside the window and thought secretly, while at the same time he took out a book from his bag and read it.

Other than that, he really couldn't figure out why Dubonnet chose to hand over the information next to the Metropolitan Police Department.

——The reason why they chose to hand over offline was because the last time they had a drinking party, Dubonnet said that there were signs of intrusion in the database. For safety reasons, all important information transactions were moved offline.

And the only three people who can take over from Dubonnet are Gin, Chablis and Vermouth.

I have to say that Dubonnet did a very good job of keeping secrets.

"pity……"

There was a hint of regret in Gin's eyes.

He didn't have Dubonnet's personal contact information.

Emails don't count... and the other party is an intelligence agent, so they must have controls over network technology. He doesn't dare to be too careless and let Noah get directly into the other party's personal computer or mobile phone.

But if you know the mobile phone number, then Noah will be able to locate the signal - this cannot be monitored by the network and is relatively safe.

Gin just sat there in a daze drinking water for about three to five minutes.

"Dingling~"

The door of the coffee shop was pushed open again.

This time the clerk immediately came forward and said, "Hello, sir, what can I do for you?"

"A glass of custard, thank you."

The person who came in was also wearing a black suit and had shiny hair, but he had a mask on his face that covered half of his face.

—— Dubonnet.

Dubonnet spoke to the clerk in a very gentlemanly and reasonable manner, and then glanced around the store like Gin did, and then locked his eyes on Gin who was sitting at a table far away from the window.

He probably had never seen Gin dressed so normally, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Then, Dubonnet came over quickly with a briefcase in his hand: "Sorry, I'm late... I was a little late today."

"It's okay, I just arrived."

Gin said indifferently, stretched out a hand, his face was cold, and his tone was cold, "Information."

"Wait a moment." Dubonnet sat down, slowly opened his briefcase, and took out an envelope. "This is the latest information. I think it should be helpful to you."

Gin took it without any objection, looked at the intact sealed bag, and twitched twice invisibly at the corners of his mouth.

This reminded him of the sealed test paper bag he had used for the college entrance examination...

Dubonnet is really...

He shook his head inwardly, pried open the seal of the envelope without much effort, and took out a small stack of information inside.

The waiter quickly served the coffee that Dubonnet ordered and left a separate space for the two of them.

"Is this place your territory?"

Gin raised his eyelids and glanced at the clerk.

"Of course, otherwise why would I choose a coffee shop like this as my trading point?" Dubonette said undeniably, "If you need any alcohol, we also provide it here."

"No, I drove here and I don't drink."

Gin rejected the proposal righteously, "Do you have any information about that person?"

"Yes, but it's very vague. He seems to have discovered that someone is following him, so he deliberately concealed his movements." Dubonnet shook the coffee cup but showed no intention of drinking it.

This made Gin a little disappointed as he wanted to see what he looked like.

However, Gin became more and more certain in his heart that the other party must be a person working in some unit nearby.

Gin then began to slowly look through the documents.

Time passed slowly as I turned the pages, and the hour hand gradually crossed the sky and pointed to 1.

About an hour later, Gin finally finished browsing the pile of documents and threw the papers that were useless to him on the table:
"I think I understand... Let's destroy it."

Dubonnet silently put the information into an envelope, took out a lighter, lit the entire envelope, and then placed it in an ashtray, letting it burn to ashes.

Gin glanced at the rising flames, stood up and said, "Let's go."

"Walk slowly."

Dubonnet didn't stand up, but just sat in his seat and nodded slightly.

Gin took two steps and suddenly turned back:
"Dubonette."

"……what?"

"Don't choose a location next to the Metropolitan Police Department."

He felt uncomfortable all over after this experience.

Dubonnet: "..."

He looked at the Metropolitan Police Department building in confusion, then turned back to look at Gin, who had an 'I'm very unhappy' look on his face, and fell into deep thought.

Is the Metropolitan Police Department so powerful?
Dubonnet was a little confused about Gin's thinking. He usually hung around the Metropolitan Police Department and was used to it.

Only after Gin left did Dubonnet take off his mask and take a sip of coffee.

At about half past one, another person pushed the door open and walked in:

"Hey! Mr. Dubonnet, I'm here just in time, right? Gin's gone now? Oh, by the way, give me a glass of Chablis!"

"Okay, okay sir..."

The clerk probably had never seen such an enthusiastic member, and his answer was hesitant.

The person who came in this time was Chablis.

He walked to the table and stared at Dubonnet, "Hey, Mr. Dubonnet, why don't you say anything?"

"...You're late." Dubonnet put down his coffee, "But it's not too late. Gin just left not long ago."

(End of this chapter)