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

Chapter 494: Plan to Invade the Metropolitan Police Department
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-"

The alarm clock on the cabinet buzzed restlessly, causing a shudder.

Gin couldn't help it after hearing it ring three times in a row. He kept his eyes on the handheld game console and threw his pillow at it, "Vermouth Pig! Turn off your alarm!"

Vermouth, who had just been woken up by her own alarm clock, was greeted by a pillow that fell from the sky. She immediately became irritable again and threw both pillows in her hands over. Her head seemed to be on fire:

"Gin! Who are you calling a pig?!"

"Whoever should be is the one."

Gin was now busy completing the game, and after saying this carelessly, he ignored Vermouth no more.

Seeing him so absorbed in the game, the latter narrowed his eyes, glanced at the long silver-gray hair for a while, and felt eager to make a move.

After moving for a while, Vermouth didn't put it into practice after all. She snorted twice and fell back on the sofa.

The alarm clock has stopped ringing.

——Because there was a huge vodka next to it to keep it company, so it was no longer lonely.

But the alarm clock is not alone, and the vodka doesn't feel the same way.

Vodka looked at Vermouth, who was lying on the sofa like a salted fish, with melancholy, and then looked at his elder brother, who was playing PSP happily on the sofa like a fallen man...

He suddenly woke up.

"We can't continue to degenerate like this!"
Vodka took a deep breath, made sufficient mental preparation, picked up a stack of reports, and walked tremblingly towards his eldest brother.

Gin, who was playing games, suddenly felt that the light above his head was covered by a shadow.

He was stunned for a moment, paused the game temporarily, and looked up: "Vodka, what's the matter?"

"Brother, this is all the information we have about the Metropolitan Police Department..." Vodka's serious aura leaked out, and his tone suddenly became a little weak.

But his actions were still very straightforward, as he folded the report on his eldest brother's game console.

Gin had paused the game anyway, so he didn't care that Vodka put the report on top of him to block his view. He picked up the report and started reading it as usual.

Vodka burst into tears when he saw this scene:
It turns out that big brother didn’t forget him!

As expected, the eldest brother still treats him——

"Why are you checking the Metropolitan Police Department's information?" Gin suddenly asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Are there any police missions recently?"

Vodka: "..."

So big brother actually forgot about him, right?

Let him cry a little thanks.

π_π……

Vermouth, who was about to take a third nap, couldn't stand it any longer. She jumped up and said, "Gin, what's your memory? Didn't Angostura call you in the early morning?"

"...Oh, you mean finding the murderer?"

Gin was probably so engrossed in the game that he forgot about it for a moment. He touched his hair and looked at Vermouth suspiciously, "Didn't I give you the task? Why did you ask Vodka to look up the information?"

"...I, I, you fucking!"

Vermouth was so angry that she even cursed in Chinese. She threw the pillow on the ground at Gin again, "I don't have the skills to do this job! I'm going to the Metropolitan Police Department to help check the progress of the case. Can't I ask Vodka to help me with the investigation materials?!"

"Oh, sure, you should have said so earlier."

Gin silently took the pillow, patted the dust off it, leaned on his waist, and read Vodka's information comfortably, "So what? What's your plan? The efficiency of those policemen is not too bad..."

Currently, Vodka has learned the approximate progress of the mission through their insider in the Metropolitan Police Department - they are searching for the murderer.

However, because Gin has cut off contact with Rei and Noah, he does not know that the person who made great efforts in solving the case was actually one of their own, Jinpei Matsuda.

On the other side, Rei doesn't know for the time being that Gin and the others are now secretly planning to follow the police in solving the case - although this incident involves both sides, they are on completely different standpoints, and continuing to maintain "opposition" may be a better choice.

Of course, it is also possible that some force majeure factors may occur in the middle because of this...

But these are not within their consideration at the moment.

Although Gin also thought of this problem, he didn't take it too seriously - he had great confidence in his friends' immediate reaction and judgment ability. "Well, indeed, this time their reaction was much faster than before." Vermouth also took the information from Vodka and looked at it for a while.

But as she looked at it, her brows began to furrow.

"The person who reported the case... is a genius boy?"

"Why, are you surprised?" Gin took a meat floss pancake from the table and started to eat it, his voice unclear, "This, Beika Town, is his territory..."

An outsider from Saitama Prefecture dared to step into the territory of the god of death. He really didn't know how to write the word death...

But it's strange, why weren't those spies who smuggled in from major European and American countries killed by Conank?

Gin's ability to think in leaps and bounds was as outstanding as ever, and he instantly fell into deep thought over this question.

Vermouth was a little confused, and rolled her eyes: "What are you talking about... Forget it, speaking of which, this matter involves cool guy, do you want to consider changing our plan to find the traitor?"

In Vermouth's heart, her little cool baby and little angel still rank first in importance.

"...I'm afraid it's a bit difficult." Gin was awakened from his deep thoughts and said in a deep tone, "I found a problem."

"What?" Vermouth sat up straight.

"Conan reported the case, but he didn't identify the criminal right away."

Gin's expression was solemn, "This murderer... is not simple like you."

In his impression, Conan had never failed to identify the criminal in a case for more than three episodes, and usually the three episodes were all within one day. But now, one day was almost over...

There is no case that Conan cannot solve in three episodes.

If there is……

It must be the theater version.

But unfortunately, before Gin came here, he was ignorant and had never watched even one episode of Conan's movie, so naturally he was not aware of this situation.

He just thought very seriously that Conan hadn't solved the case for a whole day, and if no one from their side had intervened, then this case must have had some earth-shattering origins...

Vermouth, who had no idea of ​​Gin's train of thought: "..."

May I ask, how did Gin know that the murderer was not a simple person?

"I think it's normal that we can't find the murderer for a while, right?" Vermouth offered his opinion. "After all, he killed someone in the street. Even if he had a grudge against him, if he killed someone and ran away, it would take time for the police to check him out. And if the murderer left Tokyo without a care in the world, the police wouldn't be able to do anything about him... Plus, he's not a member of our organization, so we can't locate him."

"That being said, this case is definitely not going to be easy. If we can't solve it within two days, we will also have to worry about the extent of intelligence leaks."

Gin would naturally analyze the situation rationally, but he still felt a bit of a headache.

He hated this kind of tasks that suddenly appeared out of nowhere the most. They were troublesome and thankless.

"indeed……"

Vermouth was also biting her fingers.

As long as the intelligence is not recovered, the higher-ups will surely worry about intelligence leaks, and more people will be affected.

For example, people the murderer has had contact with, etc. will definitely be thoroughly liquidated.

——Of course, Gin and Vermouth don’t care about this kind of cleaning operation.

However, they also have to be wary of a few people they care about, such as Conan, the Maori family, and Rei and others, and try their best to avoid involving them.

"The main thing is that this is a serial murder case." Gin frowned, "The best way is to wait for the other party to act next time."

While he was thinking about countermeasures, he was also complaining in his heart about Angostra and Dubonnet, who was tricked by them but seemed to be still alive.

There are so many other intelligences to choose from, but why choose to use such an important list of the organization's undercover agents in various circles as bait to lure fish... It's really a classic example of having money but nowhere to spend it.

Now the fish was caught, but it didn’t bite the hook and it wasn’t caught either - on the contrary, a bird came over and took away the bait and the fish together...

It's just a waste of blood.

(End of this chapter)