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

Chapter 357: Bourbon's Attack

Night falls.

"Ding-ling-ling~"

"Ding-ling-ling~"

'Jingle Bell……'

There was no one in Dr. Agasa's house, only the landline in the living room was protesting.

The phone rang for about half a minute before Haibara Ai dragged her tired body out of the bedroom. She was still wearing pajamas and hugging a teddy bear pillow. She walked to the landline while coughing.

"Hello, ahem... this is Agasa's house..."

Haibara Ai's voice was still hoarse, but it was much better than in the morning.

"Ah, it's Ai... I'm Doctor Shinichi. I came to see you a few days ago. Do you remember me?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was gentle.

When Huihara Ai heard the other party introduce himself, her eyes sparkled, "Yes, of course I remember. I troubled Doctor Shindou a few days ago...Doctor, what can I do for you?"

"I wanted to ask how your cold is, after all, you are also my little patient." 'Niide Tomoaki' said with some worry, "But I heard your voice is still very hoarse, is your condition getting worse?"

"Well, a little bit. I took my temperature this morning and it showed a slight fever."

"You have a fever? How are you now? Are you feeling any worse? Do you want me to bring some medicine over now?"

"well enough……"

……

New clinic.

Vermouth held the phone in one hand and kneaded a ball of plasticine-like substance with the other hand, and soon she formed the image of a human face.

She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, opened and closed her lips, and a gentle male voice came out:

"Well, it's settled then. I'll contact the hospital and pick you up later... I'll call Dr. Agasa to let him know."

"Drink more water and have a good rest..."

After putting down the phone, Vermouth put the "face" she had just sculpted on her head, with a wig attached to it.

She pressed the mask against her face and soon transformed into another person - Tomoaki Niide.

Then she picked up the phone and dialed another number:
"Hey, Keel, how are you doing?"

This time, she used her original voice under the guise of Shinde Tomoaki, which seemed so out of place no matter how you looked at it.

"So far, so good... but it seems some stray fish have come up."

The noise from Kil's end was a little noisy, almost drowning out her own voice, but fortunately she could still hear it clearly.

"Have we sailed yet? Are there any discrepancies in the guest list?"

"Yes, we have already left the dock and are now announcing the rules of the party... I have also got the list of names. All the names of the people you sent me are on it."

"Everyone?"

Vermouth was stunned for a moment, then frowned, "Are you sure, Kiel?"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, and then the sound of papers shuffling could be heard: "Hey, I'm sure I've marked all the names."

"Including the high school detective named Kudo Shinichi?"

"Eh? Yes..."

"No children present?"

"...No, none of them are under 15 years old. The youngest are only two 16-year-old girls. There are no younger ones."

Vermouth narrowed his eyes: "Okay, I understand, feel free to contact me if there is anything special."

"learn."

Putting down the phone in her hand, Vermouth put on a monitoring headset, with an inexplicable brilliance in her eyes. "Shirley... have you made it this far?"

……

Yokohama.

In the dark night, several men in black hid in the shadows of the building, spying on a detached apartment not far away.

The apartment is located right on the beach, but next to it is a sparsely populated path with almost no one coming and going on this night.

Moreover, compared with the old and low-rise houses around it, this apartment building with more than five floors stands out from the crowd. There are only three or two households with lights on in the apartment, and they are not adjacent to each other.

But even so, it is enough to make this apartment particularly eye-catching in the dark night like a lighthouse on the sea.

"How's it going, Graf? Have you arrived yet?"

In the shadows, Chablis looked at the apartment building not far away, scratching his fingers impatiently on the wall.

"Oh, of course. From here, the building looks pretty tall."

Graf's voice came from the phone that Chablis was holding in his hand. "I don't think they have a chance to escape by jumping out of the window."

"Oh~ That's good."

After Chablis answered with satisfaction, he strangled the other person mercilessly.

Then, he turned his head and looked at another man behind him, who was wearing a black windbreaker similar to his, and smiled brightly:

"It looks like everything is almost ready over there. It's your turn... Bourbon."

Bourbon, who was named, took two steps out of the shadows, revealing his short golden hair.

His eyes were fixed on the direction of the apartment building. "Is the sniper in place?"

"Of course, I've already arranged it... I've been here for several days." Chablis smiled nonchalantly, "But you shouldn't have any objection to being the vanguard, right, Bourbon?"

"how come."

Bourbon raised a cruel smile on his face, "I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

Chabli narrowed his eyes slightly. "It seems that you really hate that Akai Shuichi. I heard that you went to the United States because of him?"

The expression on Bourbon's face faded: "Ah... yes, after all, that guy is a traitor that even Gin couldn't deal with."

Or his enemy.

Bourbon never expected that after he was transferred to the Chablis group, he would lose the opportunity to encircle the man, but unexpectedly, after going around in such a big circle, the opportunity to face Akai Shuichi directly fell into his hands.

"Ah~ Then you have to be careful. Although we have already understood the environment around the building, we still don't know if there are any secret passages in the building." Chablis touched his chin and pretended to guess, "If you find that there is no one inside, don't worry too much. I have encountered rats that burrowed into the ground and ran away before."

"Is it the FBI?"

"No, it's another group of people."

Bourbon: "..."

Then what do you say!

And the FBI doesn’t look like rats that would burrow into the ground… They don’t deserve it!
Bourbon is full of malice towards the FBI.

"Well, I'll go first." Bourbon loaded the pistol and installed the silencer before putting it into the large windbreaker pocket.

"Well, go ahead. If you can't handle it, go upstairs." Chablis grinned. "But I think with only two or three of us, and with you and the sniper's fire suppression, you should be able to handle it."

"nature."

Bourbon didn't say anything more.

He moved silently in the shadows and soon arrived at the bottom of the apartment building.

Chablis looked at Bourbon's back, narrowed his eyes, and picked up his phone:
"Bordeaux, pay attention to my position, and shoot when I give the signal."

"Ah, of course, if the position is not good, you don't have to worry about my life or death... as long as you can beat the person to death."

(End of this chapter)