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

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Public Security Bureau.

An office worker who looked fairly tough packed up his things, said hello to his colleagues, and prepared to leave work with his handbag.

His face was full of relief.

The man's name is Hirahara Kishiro, a clerk for the Public Security Bureau and an informant for the secret organization "Zero".

At the same time, he is also an undercover agent sent by the organization.

In recent times, his workload has inexplicably decreased a lot.

At first, he was worried that his undercover identity had been exposed, and he was terrified for a long time; later, after his research, he found that the decrease in workload was not unique to him, but was the same for almost everyone in the office.

I heard that the Personnel Department has introduced a new "burden reduction" policy...

After a short period of careful work, he found that everything was normal except that the workload was a little less. He felt completely relieved and lived a leisurely life, joking around during work hours.

Especially after there was no news about the two important members of the public security undercover organization, Pingyuan Xizhilang's leisure level increased sharply.

…Da da da…

The sound of leather shoes stepping on tiles was particularly crisp, and the empty and lonely corridor seemed a little abnormal.

However, Hirahara Yoshishiro didn't feel there was anything wrong - this situation had been going on since the "burden reduction order" was implemented. Those who had nothing to do during the day shift left early, leaving only a few unlucky guys who had to work the night shift. During this time, they were either eating or in the office, so it was normal to see the corridors empty.

But before he walked out of the floor and entered the elevator, the cell phone he was carrying started to make noise.

Pingyuan Xizhilang paused and tremblingly took out his cell phone. When he saw the caller, it was his superior...

It seems that he is most likely the unlucky guy who will be chosen to work overtime tonight.

"Hirahara... Tose has something to do at home today, so he can't come to the night shift. I'm sorry to bother you to work overtime today."

"Ah, good leader, no problem leader."

His leader was very quiet today. In the past, he would always say a few nice and polite words to praise his work or something like that...

But Hirahara Kishiro didn't take it too seriously and turned around and walked towards the office.

The only colleague was a little surprised to see him come back: "Did you forget to take something?"

Pingyuan Xizhilang sighed: "No, it's my turn to work overtime today."

"Then you are really unlucky..."

The colleague shook his head and looked at his watch. "I'm going out to buy food. Can I bring you some?"

"Well, I'll trouble you then."

The office soon became empty. Hirahara Yoshishiro sat at his workstation, turned on his computer again, and prepared to go on standby.

but……

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

It seemed like something...something dangerous was approaching him!

Although it was just a vague intuition, as a loyal member of the organization, he was still very confident in his intuition.

Hirahara Kishiro held his breath.

The office was even more eerily quiet, if it weren't for the sound of the clock ticking...

……and many more.

Isn't the clock on the opposite wall?
Why can he hear so clearly from such a distance?
He suddenly realized something, looked at his office drawer in horror, and immediately stood up and tried to escape.

However, the moment he stood up, a ray of light more dazzling than the sun exploded in front of him, accompanied by severe pain transmitted to his sympathetic nerves all over his body. He no longer had time to think and completely lost consciousness...

downstairs.

The loud explosion did not cause any reaction from the people here - because there was no one else.

Everyone was dragged to a dinner party in the name of "socializing." "Mr. Fūya, the person has been dealt with."

The man with the eyes stood at the corner of the explosion floor, holding a phone in his hand.

He, Kazami Yuya, is a direct subordinate of Feng Gurei.

"Get rid of the body and keep it quiet."

The other party's instructions came over the phone.

It is obvious that they were jointly responsible for the explosion.

"But this explosion cannot be hidden from our superiors. It is not in line with the original plan. Mr. Fūya, what should happen next is..."

"You don't need to worry about what happens next. If the higher-ups ask about it, just pull up the surveillance footage from the east side of Building C between 2 and 3 this afternoon.
Tell them that the masked man in the surveillance video is most likely the mastermind behind the explosion.

We must not let anyone else know that we are behind this.”

"...Yes, I understand."

-

Beikacho, the alley between 2-chome and 1-chome.

Two customers came to the old and dilapidated repair shop:
One big, one small.

It was Shuichi Akai and Conan who came to visit Judy.

Recently, they often come to visit the Five Star Group's so-called "nest" every now and then. Tianle, the owner of the nest, is not a person who likes to be disturbed, but due to the order of his superiors, no matter how much he wants to drive them out, he can only endure it.

Conan smiled like a child when facing Tianle: "Good evening, Mr. Shuugo, um...have you had dinner?"

He learned this greeting from Lie.

No matter what the situation is, Lie's daily greetings and regards to them are almost inseparable from "Have you had breakfast?", "Have you had lunch?", "Have you had dinner?"...

Conan could only attribute the reason to the basic custom of the continent on the other side of the sea.

Tianle nodded silently, his tone still very gentle, "I ate it, but there's no share for you."

Before Conan and Akai Shuichi could react, he used the mechanism to open the secret door and reached out to knock on the visiting schedule:

"fifteen minutes."

Shuichi Akai's eyebrows jumped: "Mr. Shuugo, Judy's condition is much better now, can we..." relax the time limit a little?
"No."

Tianle's gentle tone revealed a subtle indifference.

Throwing an unfamiliar person into your territory for fifteen minutes is the limit.

If time goes on for a little longer, he will start to suspect that these two people have set up bombs or bugs in the room, added sulfuric acid to the water heater, and painted red on the nail clippers...

In fifteen minutes, Tianle thought he could do a lot of things.

To the extent that every time he waited for Conan or Akai Shuichi to leave, he had to spend twice as much time to eliminate hidden dangers, which was really not cost-effective.

Of course, Shuichi Akai and Conan had no idea what Tianle, a persecution-complexioned person, was thinking. They just sighed in their hearts that the other party's control was too strict. Then, one big and one small, they walked into the recovery room behind the secret door, one in front and one behind.

After entering, Tianle considerately closed the door, leaving them ample privacy.

However, as soon as they entered, Shuichi Akai and Conan were stunned by the scene before them.

"…Um, Judy, what are you doing?"

Shuichi Akai looked at the broken straw scattered on the ground, and he and Conan couldn't help but twitch their lips twice.

There are two finished straw dolls on the table...

Is this the rhythm of casting a curse on someone?