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

Chapter 606 Interrogation
Another day passed peacefully.

Gin lay in the unfamiliar rest room, enjoying this rare peaceful day - because according to his estimation, unpeaceful days would soon come.

Because the public hall was a mess yesterday because of him and Angostura, Vodka, who always liked to stay in the public hall, had no place to stay. He could only choose a narrow little lounge and continue working in it.

——Actually, Vodka doesn’t have any mission to do, but…

After all, he is a 'programmer + network engineer + software designer'...

Even if there is no maintenance work that needs to be done by Vodka, in order to ensure combat readiness, he has to produce some work for himself every day.

After all, as the saying goes: If you don’t practice code for a day, you will forget it completely.

Vodka was typing code quietly in his room;

Vermouth also lay in the temporary lounge, checking emails and watching TV series;
Gin was just lying around in his room, doing nothing...

At this quiet moment, someone came to harass us again.

The moment Gin heard someone kicking the door of his room, he immediately opened his sleepy eyes, reached into the pocket of his windbreaker, took out a small black box, and threw it towards the door.

"Hey! Gin, you--knock on your damn Gin!!"

Angostura stepped into the room and subconsciously reached out to catch the small black box before saying anything.

When he saw the rapidly flashing red dot on it, he immediately burst into swear words.

"Bang!!!"

The next second, the black box exploded, and the gunpowder inside came into close contact with Angostura.

Fortunately, the amount of gunpowder in this small black box...which is also called mini explosives, was very small, and it only made his face black.

It's not very harmful, but it's still a bit insulting.

Gin yawned, looked at the dark-haired Anjiu, and said with disdain in his sleepy eyes, "What are you doing here again?"

I unplugged his TV twice yesterday, and why is he doing something weird again today?

"... Cough cough cough! Damn it, Gin, you are really sick!" Angostura coughed twice, glared at Gin, slowly took out a handkerchief and wiped his face clean, "I came to tell you that the female FBI didn't hold on."

Gin paused as he stood up, "Dead?"

Angostura put away the handkerchief, "No, after all, it does make a good bait if you keep it."

Gin's heart, which had been lifted slightly, fell back a little, but he could not see the slightest change on his face, his expression remained cold: "What do you mean?"

"What else could it be? Of course it's... Oh, you don't know yet? The one I interrogated yesterday." Angostra looked up and down at Gin. "Glentz, that guy is a hypnotist. That female FBI agent couldn't stand his hypnosis."

"...Hypnosis? The FBI should have resistance training for this kind of thing. Are you sure it's reliable?"

Gin raised an eyebrow and raised a timely question, "Besides, how do you verify the authenticity of something obtained through hypnosis and torture?"

"You'll know if you come over and listen... Ask that Vermouth to come over as well." Angostura did not answer directly, "Also, Gin."

"what?"

"Aren't you cold? There's no heating here."

Gin: "...?"

He silently looked down at his naked upper body, then looked at Angostura who was staring at him, and asked a very serious question: "What month is it today?"

Angostura tilted her head. "January."

Gin: "..."

Okay, very good.

It seems that he needs to consolidate his memory of the calendar again.

"So you're not cold?"

"It's not cold." Not only was it not cold, Gin actually felt that this cool temperature was particularly comfortable.

Angostura thought: "You have sensory impairment?"

Gin's face darkened: "Get lost!"

……

Base, deepest layer.

Gin put on his clothes and dragged Vermouth and Vodka to sit in front of a transparent glass window.

The glass window is one-way; they can see the scene inside, but the people inside cannot see them.

At this moment, in the glass room, Judy, covered in blood, was tied to the interrogation chair, her head lowered, and the rise and fall of her chest was slightly weak.

There are not many people brought here by Angostra, only Gin himself, Vermouth, Vodka, and Anderburg who is inseparable from Angostra.

The content of the interrogation is not suitable for too many people to know, so it is reasonable to only call in such a small number of people.

"Where is the person you were talking about?" After waiting for a while, Gin just sat there and spoke with a little impatience.

"Don't worry, I'll be there soon." Angostura leaned back in his chair. "Grenz is going to print out the recorded confession and compare it with the current one... Look, isn't it here?"

When Anderburger finished the second half of his sentence, Gin had already turned his head towards the entrance and witnessed a young, gentle-looking member walking out of the shadows with some information in his hand.

"My lords, I've been waiting for a long time."

"Soon, soon...Grenz, show them the things."

"Yes."

This member named Grenz speaks poor Japanese, but it does not affect communication. He just looks a little introverted.

After receiving instructions from Angostra, he silently distributed the documents to Gin and others.

Gin was the first to get the documents, followed by Vermouth. The two errand boys, Anderburg and Vodka, came back empty-handed.

but……

As soon as Gin got it, he habitually read through the contents from beginning to end.

The above content made his heart beat a little more, and he heard the heavy breathing beside him...

Gin thought to himself that something was wrong, but he didn't show any emotion on the surface. He just suddenly said, "Stella, is Tequila still in Kyoto?"

As he spoke, he kicked Vermouth lightly.

"...Tequila?" Angostura was distracted by Gin's words and didn't notice his little move. "There are enough people in Tokyo. There's no need for him to come back."

"Where's Pino?"

"Driving a taxi... What? Are you concerned about your former subordinates?" Angostura narrowed his eyes.

"They were my soldiers, so I naturally have to care about their situation."

Gin's expression was calm, but when he heard the breathing next to him was normal, he still felt relieved in his heart.

He was afraid that Vermouth would not be able to control her emotions...

As for why you are afraid?
Because one of the paragraphs in this interrogation record is written too clearly:

[Q: Where did you get the information about the organization? ]

[Answer: Eavesdropping, bugs...]

【Q: Who installed the bug? 】

[Answer: Yes... Conan...]

(End of this chapter)