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

Chapter 586 I seem to have forgotten something

"Then I'll leave too. You guys can enjoy yourselves."

After Gin left, Vermouth witnessed another knife fight between Angostra and Anderburgh, and proposed to leave.

Just as Vermouth turned around and prepared to leave, Angostura suddenly called out to her: "Vermouth, have you... ever heard of the name 'Cang Fengqian'?"

Vermouth paused and slowly turned back, with some confusion in her eyes: "Cang Fengqian? Strange name, who is this?"

"Oh, it's just a name Dubonette mentioned by chance. It's okay. Just forget it if you don't know it." Angostura showed an indifferent attitude, took out a knife, and waved his hand in disdain. "Go away, leave now!"

Belmode: "..."

This attitude, which is like chasing away flies, makes her very sad, you know?

……

Outside the old residential area.

Gin sat in the back of Vodka's car, squinting his eyes and dozing off.

It was not until the sound of the door opening rang in his ears that he opened his eyes and looked at Vermouth who opened the back door. He waved his hand in disdain: "Vermouth, I'll take the back seat, you go to the front."

Belmode: "..."

This is the same attitude as shooing away a fly... She is very sad, you know?

"You are really not a gentleman at all, Gin." Vermouth closed the rear door with force, turned to the front passenger seat and sat down, saying with a thorn in her voice, "Or is it that your paranoia is not cured yet?"

"You are the one who is suffering from paranoia." Gin denied his illness and continued to close his eyes and pretend to sleep. "Did they say anything after I left?"

Vodka, who didn't understand anything, started the car silently.

Vermouth shook her head, her face reflected in the rearview mirror looking a little serious: "Not at all, but before I left just now, Angostura asked me if I knew the name 'Cang Fengqian'... He said that Dubonette mentioned it by chance."

"... Dubonette?"

"Yeah, how did Dubonnet know the name of your childhood friend?"

Vermouth frowned and wanted to light a cigarette, but found that she didn't have any with her.

Gin opened his eyes and noticed Vermouth rummaging around. He threw a lollipop to her and thought for a while before suddenly grinning, "Dubonnet actually knows Jing's real name... No wonder they told me not to mind Dubonnet's business before."

Vermouth tore open the wrapper of the lollipop and turned around after hearing this: "What do you mean?"

"No, nothing." Gin shrugged and kept silent.

“…Sometimes I really doubt whether I am on your side. You always play tricks on me.” Vermouth put the lollipop into her mouth with resentment. “By the way, since you are protecting that FBI agent so much today, Angostura might start to suspect you.”

Gin rolled his eyes. "He may suspect it, but he has no evidence. Besides, I am doing this for Gil."

Vermouth was speechless: "But the problem is that Gil is also an undercover agent..."

"He doesn't know that Gil is an undercover agent, what are you afraid of?" Gin lowered his head and rummaged in his pockets. "If I really want to calculate, I think the boss is a bit pitiful... Well, of course, no matter how miserable he is, he doesn't deserve any sympathy at all."

Belmode: "...?"

Qiudou Madai, are you changing the subject too quickly?

Why are we talking about the boss all of a sudden?
"Gin, what do you mean?"

Vermouth admitted that she was a little curious.

however--

Gin glanced at her lazily and said, "It's better for you, a naive person, not to know."

"..."

Vermouth raised his fist and glanced at the back seat of the car with a sinister look: "Who do you call a fool?"

"Whoever answers is the one who gets it."

"Hehe, Gin, I think you feel you've lived enough?" "I'm mentally healthy and want to live another hundred years... If you're not a fool, I'll continue to use the mainland's test papers for the next exam."

Gin's words were extremely calm but contained a hidden threat, causing Vermouth's sinister expression to freeze on her face.

“…Okay, I’m a naive person, just get away from me!” Vermouth gritted her teeth.

"Come on, this is Vodka's car, you should be the one to leave, okay?"

Belmode: "..."

Vodka, who had been driving attentively, felt the long-lost cool air and shivered involuntarily, driving more attentively.

……

Beika-cho 3-chome.

After dealing with Thomas Sindra, Rei took Hiroki away from the venue and only called Xiaolan and Maori Kogoro to explain the situation.

Of course, words like Hiroki being sick were just excuses. They simply didn't want to stay in that place any longer because their mission was completed.

"Ah~ Finally someone is taking the blame for the operations against 'Night', how great~"

Lie sighed as he lay on the sofa.

Hiroki, who was still sorting out various contract documents in front of the computer, turned his head expressionlessly when he heard this: "I remember that the FBI always took the blame in the past."

"That's different~ They didn't know we existed at the time... I don't think we recited it a few times~"

"That's not important. What's important is that Xiaolan asked me about my condition. Uncle Lie, you'd better make a unified statement with me." Hongshu said, while pulling up a bunch of medical records on the computer. "I'll have Noah sync the medical records to the phone. Uncle Lie, remember to take a look."

Lie's eyebrows curved: "Ah~ Our Hongshu is becoming more and more capable~"

Hiroki: “…”

He felt that Uncle Lie should reflect on why he was so capable.

‘Dingling bell~’

Suddenly, the retro landline on the shoe cabinet rang. Lie rolled off the sofa, landed next to the shoe cabinet and answered the phone: "Hello! Who is this~"

"…Lie, how did you do about what I asked you to tell Ren? What was Ren's reaction?"

Jing's unique voice came from the phone.

However, as soon as he spoke, Lie's expression froze.

After waiting for a long time, Jing spoke again: "Lie?"

Lie took out his phone tremblingly: "Ah~ That~ Brother Jing, I, I, I, I forgot about that~ Is it too late to tell Brother Ren now?"

mirror:"……"

There was another moment of silence.

After a while, a faint, hoarse and helpless voice came out from the microphone: "Forget it, I'm afraid I don't have the time to deal with this matter now... Don't forget it next time."

"Okay, okay, I will definitely."

Lie responded straightforwardly, nodding his head like a chick pecking at rice.

After hearing Lie's assurance, Jing hung up the phone without saying anything else.

Lie then rolled back onto the sofa, took out his cell phone, and made a serious note on the memo - the thing he had forgotten was not a big deal, but it was not a small matter either, but this piece of information would not have any effect in their hands, and only Gin could grasp it.

"If I remember it, I won't forget it, right?"

Lie put away his phone with satisfaction.

Even though he never reads the memo.

(End of this chapter)