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

Chapter 495: The Organization's Entertainment Website

"Then let's do as you said before and let me be responsible for following up on the police's progress in solving the case."

It was not until the evening that Vermouth finished dressing up and looked ready to go out.

Gin rarely brought out his notepad, and wrote words on the paper that neither Vodka nor Vermouth could understand.

Commonly known as ghost painting.

Halfway through writing, Gin looked up and asked, "Are you going to prepare now?"

Vermouth tied her hair into a ponytail that looked particularly neat and tidy, and sighed, "What else? If we don't act now, Angostura and the boss will definitely be worried, right? And the harder it is to sneak into the Metropolitan Police Department, the more difficult it will be."

Gin showed a puzzled look at the right time, expressing doubt: "Difficult? How difficult can it be?"

It's just the Metropolitan Police Department. It shouldn't be difficult to get in no matter what posture you use, right?

Vermouth saw through Gin's thoughts and it was hard not to agree, but she still kept a serious face:
"Please respect the police."

It must be a very tiring task to deploy so many guards who are useless, right?
Gin squinted his eyes: "Huh? How did I disrespect you?"

He didn't kill any policemen, and he didn't set fire to the Metropolitan Police Department. Isn't that respectful enough? He just put a few undercover agents in the Metropolitan Police Department.

"No respect anywhere." Vermouth said casually, picking up her small bag, "Let's go... I'll go to the Metropolitan Police Department and take a look at the situation."

Although the information Vodka got from her own insider was reliable, it was also other people's opinions. She still had to go and investigate on the spot...

Moreover, to sneak into the Metropolitan Police Department, she must pretend to be a police officer there, which is a technical job.

Gin waved his hand generously: "Go ahead, have a nice trip."

Before leaving, Vermouth glanced at him and said, "You don't seem to want me to stay here, do you?"

"Isn't this nonsense?" Gin rolled his eyes, chuckled twice, and his eyes were a little fierce.

God knows how much of his stockpile Vermouth has taken away during the time he has been living at this base...

Add to that the time that always jumps by ten days or half a month, and from Gin's perspective, in less than a week, more than half of the instant noodles, snacks, drinks, and chocolates he had stockpiled were gone!

If he could be given another chance, when he came back from Anderburgh, Gin would definitely travel thousands of miles to throw Vermouth back to his lair. If he was really targeted by the FBI, he could just take some time to get rid of him, but if the snacks were gone, they were really gone...

When he thought of this, Gin felt regretful and heartbroken.

However, when Vermouth saw Gin being humiliated, she felt inexplicably happy and left the base with light steps.

As soon as she left, Gin called Vodka over:
"Vodka, go and lock the base's mechanism and change the combination lock outside."

Never let Vermouth in again!
Gin swore secretly in his heart.

"...Ah? Okay, okay, big brother!"

Although Vodka didn't quite understand, he still did as he was told - even though his eldest brother often ignored him recently, he was still the eldest brother after all.

After that, Gin stayed in the lounge for a while, asked Vodka to help purchase some "supplies", and then returned to his room.

He was reminded by himself that there has been no movement from the FBI recently. The traitor who stole the organization's intelligence this time did not seem to be the work of the FBI. He didn't know whether he had become completely scared after being tricked once, or was planning some big move.

Anyway, Gin is more inclined to the latter - so he wants to take a look at the information summarized for him last time, as well as some information in the database.

As for whether the FBI has made any moves recently, it is probably only Angostra who knows about it... However, as long as the information is handed over by the intelligence officers below, it will eventually be included in the database. It is just a delay in the time it takes to obtain the information. Gin can accept this.

After returning to the room, Gin first sprayed the entire room with alcohol, purely for disinfection.

Of course, the main purpose was to get rid of the smell of a certain 'Bell Mo' who had previously spoiled his snacks in his room.

Smelling the smell of alcohol in the room, Gin endured it for a while, but finally chose to turn on the ventilator.

I took out a bag of potato chips from the cupboard, of which only one-third was left in just a few days, and made myself a cup of chrysanthemum tea - looking at the calendar, it was summer again after a long absence, so I had to cool down.

After finishing all this, Gin was ready to start his official work——

"Hmm? What's this?"

Gin looked at the several additional menus in the database with some surprise.

Even though he hadn't looked at the database for a few days, he was sure that there was no "Entertainment" option in the database before.

Out of curiosity, Gin poked in without hesitation. The interface on the computer suddenly changed from a deep gray-black background to a pure white without any embellishment. There were only two options: one was a game, and the other was a movie.

“It can’t be that it was just built…”

Gin's mouth twitched, and he poked at the game menu. When he found that he couldn't click in, he turned to the "Movies and TV" column.

But as soon as he entered, he was attracted by the densely packed list of horror movies.

Gin's eyes gradually lit up: "Good stuff!"

It just so happens that he has been very bored recently, so it would be nice to be able to watch movies in the organization... But when Vermouth was watching a drama the day before yesterday, it seemed that she didn't click in to watch it. When was this "entertainment network" built?
It can't be that unscrupulous boss who only knows how to exploit people...

Gin flipped it over casually.

This website is indeed newly created. After flipping through dozens of horror movies and several comedy movies, I reached the bottom of the webpage.

There was even a comment section below, but when Gin clicked on it, he saw only three or five comments, and they were either in English or French. They were probably all asking who created this website, and a few people were giving out love messages...

It seems that this website is also synchronized with the entire organization. Currently, the members who are paying attention are all members in Europe. It seems that the IDs are also chosen by themselves.

Gin also tried to comment and found that he could actually change his nickname.

After silently giving a thumbs up to the website builder in his heart, Gin put on a vest called "Fake Wine Must Not Be Housed", directly copied the comment of the previous commenter as his own, and then re-posted a post below.

After exiting the comment section, Gin checked the website thoroughly again to make sure there were no viruses. Only then did he happily start looking for good movies in the movie and TV section.

The person who built the website is probably a horror movie fan, so 90% of the dozens of resources are horror movies, and the remaining few are completely different styles of silly and funny comedy movies...

After trying out one of several comedy movies, Gin decisively chose to hang out in the comedy zone, turned on the full screen, and watched it with relish while eating snacks.

but……

"Hmm? What was I doing here just now?..."

Gin suddenly thought of a question.

But he thought about it for a few seconds, to no avail, so he simply stopped thinking about what he was going to do and decided to finish watching this funny movie first.

(FBI: We don’t deserve it, do we?)

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A base far away from Tokyo.

In one of the enclosed rooms.

Kil and Clarett sat together, staring at the computer screen, watching the dazzling images flashing on it.

After a crooked-looking monster appeared on the screen, Clarett suddenly clicked pause, then changed the '5x' in the lower right corner of the screen to '2.5x', dragged the progress bar forward a little, and then clicked play again.

And Kiel picked up a pen, stared at the screen, and continued to make notes in his notebook.

"how about this?"

Clarett finished reading this paragraph and asked Kiel.

"It doesn't feel good." Keel seemed to be choosing his words carefully. "The build-up is too long, the scare points lack excitement, and the overall plot..."

She read aloud everything that was in her notes.

"Really? But I think it looks okay."

Clarette pondered, "How about making another horror level classification?"

"also……"

Kil did not reject the proposal and wrote down Clarett's suggestion in his own notebook.

"So which one should we watch next?"

"I'm tired of horror movies. Let's switch to something funny."

(End of this chapter)