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

The sky is bright and clear.

The sound of cockcrows gradually rose.

But... Gin couldn't figure it out - he was clearly sleeping in the organization's base, so where did the rooster's crowing come from?

Gin, who was half asleep and half awake, struggled to get out of bed, fumbled around for a while, and gradually regained consciousness:

Oh, he remembered.

He set someone's ringtone to the crowing of a rooster.

"What's up, tractor?"

Gin answered the phone with sleepy eyes and accidentally called the wrong name.

"Huh? Tractor?" The person on the other end of the phone was visibly confused. "You're driving a tractor?"

"...No, I'm calling you." Gin yawned, took out the wind oil and rubbed it on his face. The stimulation made him sober up a lot. "Stella, is there something wrong?"

Angostura was annoyed: "That's so funny. Would I call you if I had nothing to do? Good news... Ugh! Bad news, one of our bases has been invaded."

Gin paused as he got up, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone became cold at the right time: "Invasion? Network system?"

"No, in the real sense." Angostura paused, "Just last night, a base in the northern district was blown up. The enemy used a large amount of explosives and collapsed the entire underground space."

"Who did it?"

“I’m not sure. The surveillance system I retrieved has no record of the intruder. I’m afraid the intruder hacked into the surveillance system in advance.

However, on a nearby road, the technicians retrieved surveillance footage that captured a suspicious figure..."

Angostura paused again, "Remember those people who helped the FBI before? The masked man."

Gin was already sitting in front of his computer, opening his email and checking the email that Angostra had sent before he called him. "Are you saying that it was those masked men who blew up the base?"

"It's almost certain. Otherwise, what was the masked man trying to do by appearing there? They probably ignored the surveillance cameras on the roadside... However, we can't rule out the possibility that he showed his face on purpose to demonstrate to us."

"And then? You want me to investigate?"

"Ha! You're overthinking it. I'm just telling you so you can have some idea. I'll send someone to check it out."

Gin quietly rolled his eyes when he heard this.

Before the other party hung up, Gin made a request: "Is anyone using the annex?"

Angostura paused. "What annex?"

Gin was speechless: "What other annex do you think there is?"

"…Whose mansion are you going to? What are you going there for? A picnic?"

There was an indescribable irony in Angostura's tone.

Gin said calmly, "I was on a mission there before with Chablis, and there are some suspicious points. I need to investigate further."

"how long?"

"It depends on the situation. If nothing else, I'll just treat it as a trip and stay for a few more days."

"You call it nothing just because one of our bases was bombed?"

"It's not my base that blew up, what does it have to do with me?"

"..."

A phone call ended in a bad mood.

Gin didn't care. He stretched and started packing his luggage to go out.

Dubonnet was dead, so he didn't need to cower like he did some time ago... The base in the North District that was bombed was where Dubonnet hid after he survived by chance - he had learned a little about this when he met Xie and Lie a week ago, but the news was not clear at that time.

As soon as he heard the news that the base had been bombed, coupled with the hint of the "mask", Gin was able to confirm that the other party was hiding there.

In addition to Dubonnet's news, Lie also told Gin one thing:

Jing had been to the annex to investigate before and found other secrets in it... However, due to time constraints, Jing did not take a close look at that time, and that place was considered the organization's territory after all, so Jing did not stay there for long. He planned to find an opportunity to tell Gin so that he would have time to go and take a look.

But for various reasons, this news did not reach Gin's ears until last week.

Gin had actually been trying to find an excuse to slip out this week, and it just so happened that the North District base was bombed today...

"But this excuse is a bit lame. Maybe Angostura has noticed something..."

Gin judged while collecting his things.

Dubonnet must have revealed something to Angostura, but without clear evidence, the latter may not believe the former, and the former may not have explained everything to the latter due to concerns...

Dubonnet thought there was something wrong with him, and Gin had been certain of that a long time ago.

The other party even deliberately discussed with Angostura to take away his intelligence personnel, probably to test Gin's reaction, and later locked Gin's mobile phone signal to "monitor"...

Gin had some doubts that his 'dismissal' might be due to the other party's involvement, but... it was not a big problem now.

The organization's attention in the future will probably be on the 'Mask Organization'. Gin feels that as long as he is a little more stable and keeps a low profile, he still has a chance to become a nobody in the organization.

"But to be honest, in this situation, being a nobody seems a bit passive..."

Gin muttered quietly as he packed his luggage.

Before leaving, he sent emails to his people, especially telling Vermouth and Vodka to be more cautious recently, and to find Angostura if they had any problems, and to harass him if they had nothing to do.

Of course, if you go on a long trip, you still need to send an email to your boss to report as usual.

The content of the report was completely different from what was said to Angostura:
[Angostra will lead Tokyo, and I will go south along Kanagawa to help Ireland find the whereabouts of Chablis - Gin]

After sending the text message, Gin couldn't help but sigh:
It's good that someone is missing. If you can't use Shirley as an excuse, you can use Chablis... If that doesn't work, use Bourbon.

Plan passes.

So, Gin took his small suitcase, wore a proper casual outfit, and went out while Vodka ignored him.

No matter how much respect vodka has for gin, it still ignores it when it should.

Gin who was ignored: I really would thank you.

……

Nagano Prefecture.

Gin stood at the foot of the mountain road, looking out at the endless forests, and sighed: "Nothing has changed here..."

Whether it was when he came here for meetings when he was young, or when he was here for the handover with Chablis, Gin noticed that this place was always so deserted, as if the local government had never thought of developing here.

Walking all the way towards the mountains.

The sparse trees gradually became denser, and an eerie feeling gradually grew over the place.

Gin didn't take the high road.

With his hand, it was much easier to cross the mountains and hills than to take the road.

The car would take two hours to get there, but Gin walked in a straight line and ran there. In less than half an hour, he saw the cliff where the annex was located.

"Hmm... not very popular. It seems that no one has been here for some time."

Standing on the tree branch, Gin looked at the dim annex and narrowed his eyes.