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

Tokyo.

In the dimly lit base, Angostura held a mobile phone in his left hand and a landline microphone in his right hand. From time to time, he would put one of them next to his ear to free up one hand to type...

The bombing of the North District base sounded the alarm for everyone in the organization and also made him extremely busy.

"Damn it! It's fine to blow up warehouses or strongholds, but why not blow up the base instead of those things?
Why didn't it explode during Gin's tenure, but happened to me at such a late hour?
...This is targeted! Absolutely targeted!"

After finishing the call, Angostura cursed while writing a responsibility report.

Any problem in a base is no small matter. In addition, organizations often install surveillance equipment within a certain range near the base. The entrance is usually very secretive, and there are even escape exits...

However, the base in the northern area was blown up silently, and the only clue was the masked man who "accidentally" showed up 500 meters away from the base.

It was hard for the core members of the organization not to think that the organization's base defense system had been invaded...

Moreover, it was uncertain whether only one base was hacked.

After getting the boss's permission, Angostura directly ordered all members near the bombed base in the North District to evacuate, and the nearby bases were temporarily closed, waiting for feedback from the Intelligence Department before making plans. This method, firstly, can prevent similar situations from happening again, and secondly, if the other party wants to destroy the base again, then the blocked base can become a 'trap'.

The current situation can be said to be serious, or not serious, but...

None of this affected Angostura's cursing.

"Stella, calm down, getting angry won't solve anything."

Anderburg's voice came faintly from the side.

Angostura turned her head immediately. "When you say this, can you put down the snacks in your hand, turn off the TV, and put on your clothes before coming back? Do you think you can solve any problem like this?"

"No." Anderburg chose to continue watching TV and eating snacks. He was still wearing a casual shirt and did not look like a member of the organization at all. "But, it is you who has to solve the problem, not me."

Angostura chuckled, "Okay, go and order me some food."

"No money."

"Where did you get these snacks?"

"bought."

"Then you told me you have no money? Don't think I don't know you have a million!"

"…One million, seven hundred and ninety thousand and fifty pounds, to be exact."

"Then go buy me some food!"

"Give me a hundred dollars."

"..."

Angostra finally paid out of his own pocket, costing Anderburgh a hundred dollars, and asked him to bring back a luxurious dinner from outside.

When Anderburger came back, Angostura was still sitting in front of the computer, cursing, either at Gin or at the boss...

"We just blew up a base, why are you so angry?" Anderburg put the meal in front of his teammate and asked with his head tilted.

"Don't ask stupid questions, Anbu." Angostura seemed irritable, but now he was actually calm. "You should know who is in that base."

Anderburg returned to the sofa and continued to eat snacks while watching the horror movie. "Dubnet is dead?"

"I can't think of any other outcome except death."

Angostura had a blank expression on his face. "The area was bombed thoroughly, and the police didn't find anything wrong. There were only a few bodies that were not fully assembled... Dubonette must be among them."

"Is this what you're angry about?"

"Me? Why should I be angry? Being angry and anxious is the boss's business. What does it have to do with me?" Angostura snorted and suddenly fell silent.

After a long while, his voice sounded hesitantly:

"Amber, do you think... Gin could know?"

Anderburg paused and turned his head: "What do you mean?"

"I mean, the death of Dubonnet." Angostura narrowed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. "I told him about the bombing of the base, and he was quite normal. But last week, when I was communicating with him, I found that he seemed to know that he was being monitored by Dubonnet...

The only intersection between him and DuBonnet was before we came, when they were planning an action against the FBI. It is unknown whether there were any other intersections between them.

But, since Gin knew that he was being monitored, it means that he only knew that some of his actions would be noticed and suspected by Dubonnet...but we don't know what they are specifically. "

"……oh."

Perhaps because of his teammate's roundabout way of speaking, Anderburger delayed his answer for a second, then put down the snacks and asked, "What are you going to do? Get rid of him?"

Angostura raised an eyebrow: "Tsk, I thought you would take this opportunity to say something nice to clear his name."

"Is there any benefit?"

"Tsk! Didn't you take a bunch of candies and snacks from him?"

"Well... then, I can first ask where he stores his snacks."

Anderburg looked serious.

Angostura: "..."

"Anyway, let's just wait and see... I won't take action until there is evidence."

As for the trouble of catching the traitor...

Let them continue to be bothered by this daydreaming boss above their heads.

Angostura grinned in a slightly exaggerated way, then took out his cell phone and sent text messages full of code words to some of his subordinates.

"By the way, is Kiel still in the temporary base?"

“Kacha, kacha… Um, do you want to let it out?”

"Let's check it out tonight. If there's no problem, we can release it. Otherwise, it will be really troublesome."

"Row."

"Hey, Amb, give me a bag of potato chips."

"Chenghui, five hundred dollars."

"..."

Damn miser!

……

Nagano…maybe still in Nagano.

Gin was carrying a suitcase in one hand and holding a flashlight in his other hand to illuminate the front. He was wearing everyday office worker's clothes and walking unsteadily in the empty tunnel.

He took off the double-layer mask after he left the body-hiding site and continued walking downhill. The deeper he went, the less disgusting the smell was.

Gin's pace was getting slower and slower.

He was hesitating.

The length of the tunnel was really too long... What made Gin suspicious was that the tunnel at the back was intentionally covered up, and even a stone door that was almost the same as a wall was built. If Gin hadn't used his air to penetrate and found that there was nothing behind, and hadn't used all his strength to blast open the one-meter-thick stone wall, he would probably have walked out of the forest by now.

To be honest, the stone walls built in the early days are much stronger than the diamond boards used in buildings.

"The straight-line distance should be about one kilometer..."

Gin had a slight toothache.

What's the point of the Karasuma family building such a long tunnel?
If you have the time, money and manpower, you might as well just build a tunnel through the mountain.

But when he thought about the fact that Japan is an earthquake-prone area and that drilling too much into the mountain might cause it to collapse, Gin felt a little relieved.