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

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Tick ​​~
The sound of the pointer turning made Gin open his eyes dazedly.

The first thing he did was not to look at where he was, nor to reach for his phone to check the time, but to touch his neck.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief:

"Fortunately, it was just a dream."

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Vermouth's voice sounded not far away, and she looked at him with a little surprise, "I thought you were sleeping soundly."

"Who says you can't have nightmares if you sleep peacefully?"

Gin got up from the sofa, rubbed his neck, took out his cell phone and checked the time.

eight pm.

Looks like it's jet lag season again.

"What did you dream about?" Vermouth asked casually while watching a movie on her tablet.

"He was beheaded."

Belmode: "?!"

She was so shocked that she almost dropped the tablet.

No wonder Gin touches his neck as soon as he wakes up...

Looking at Gin's slightly melancholy eyes, Vermouth thought for a moment, "I heard that dreams and reality are always the opposite, so..."

"Will you chop off someone's head one day in the future?"

Gin: "..."

Say something.

He felt that what Vermouth said seemed to make sense?
"That's if you say so."

Gin counted on his fingers, "I dreamed that I was shot twenty-seven times, stabbed in the heart seventeen times, and beheaded once..."

Belmode: "..."

Why are Gin's dreams so dark?

Could it be... that you are the messenger from the underworld: Yin Que Si Cheng?

"...I have died in my dreams forty-five times so far. Nothing has happened since these dreams began, except that I killed seven FBI agents last time." Gin paused here, and Directory thought, "If that's the case, I still have to kill thirty-eight people under certain circumstances?"

Vermouth took a deep breath and paused on the screen. "Well, I was just saying it casually. I suggest you don't take it seriously."

Gin put his hand away, "I know, I was just saying it casually, I know you took it seriously."

Belmode: "..."

Hasn’t Gin’s annoying aftereffect been fixed yet?
After a few words of banter with Vermouth, Gin completely sobered up. He went to the water dispenser to get a cup of warm water. After drinking it in one gulp, he rubbed his head and said, "Last night...what did I say to you when I came back? I seem to have lost my memory after drinking a little."

“…You clearly called me here this morning, right? And you didn’t even drink a sip of alcohol, so how did you lose your memory?” Vermouth complained speechlessly.

"Really? Well, I was confused after sleeping."

"Are you sure you were confused from sleeping? Gin, I think you should go see a doctor."

"…Why should I go to the doctor for no reason?" Gin looked puzzled.

"You are already terminally ill, but you still don't know what's going on?" Vermouth looked at him with a caring look, "Why don't you tell me what day and month it is today?" Gin opened his mouth but didn't say anything, still a little confused, "Why are you asking this?"

"Judge whether you are sick or not."

Gin: "..." You are sick! Your whole family is sick!

Even though he had cursed Vermouth a hundred times in his heart, in order to prove that he was not sick, Gin still tried to recall, "I went to the Twilight Villa yesterday... Yesterday, yesterday was August 7th... Today is...

November twenty-ninth. "

Vermouth looked surprised: "Are you well?"

Gin's face was filled with black lines: "I told you I'm not sick!"

“Tsk tsk…Are you angry out of shame?” Vermouth started playing the movie again, turned up the volume, and sneered, “Didn’t you have to look at the calendar to remember the date before?”

He also said that he didn't have any time perception problems... I don't know when Gin secretly took medicine to cure it, but it seems that it hasn't been completely cured. It's so difficult to even say today's date.

Why bother saving face and suffering in the end?

Gin: "..."

It's not his problem if he looks at the calendar and remembers the date!

The main reason was that he just happened to memorize the date the day before yesterday and barely remembered it...but why did he feel that Vermouth was still criticizing him in her heart?

He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, stop talking nonsense. Where was I talking about this morning?"

"You said you wanted to lead the broad masses of the working class to rise up and fight for the rise of the Chinese nation, and, uh..." Vermouth paused the movie again, recited a passage like she was reciting, and then probably forgot what followed.

Then she turned on the recording function on her tablet and clicked play:
"...Down with the unscrupulous boss! Everything is to liberate productivity...

Stand up! Get rich! Grab! For tomorrow's bread, steal from the store owned by the capitalist... Orcs will never -'
Listening to his own voice, Gin felt numb all over and quickly went over to turn off the recording.

Damn, he really suspected that he had drunk too much, and he even shouted that orcs would never be slaves...

And it was recorded by Vermouth! It's such a social bummer! !
If possible, Gin would like to split right now - of course, split in the physical sense rather than undergo mitosis.

"So you're talking about us having someone to back us up, right?" Gin said seriously, "Delete the recording."

Vermouth laughed, stuffed the tablet into the crack of the sofa, and blocked it with her body, "You wish."

This is rare black material, how could she give up so easily?
She also copied the files using a USB flash drive, a floppy disk, a hard drive, and a cloud drive, and of course encrypted them with vodka, so no one knew what was in that folder.

Seeing that the negotiations were fruitless, Gin had to give up for the time being, and began to think about the possibility of destroying the body later...

"So, do you have anything else to say? You fainted this morning after saying all this nonsense."

"That's called falling asleep." Gin yawned and restored his lazy expression after correcting Vermouth's words, leaning back on the sofa. "Actually, I think I've said everything I wanted to say. Even though we don't know the real reason why Karasuma Renya chose to publicly rebel against the boss and was willing to support us, at least our safety in rebellion is guaranteed."

...Rebellion? Security? Still protection?
Vermouth’s forehead twitched. “Although I don’t know what your basis is, I still think it’s a fantasy… Although he is not as bad as the unscrupulous boss, I don’t think he is a good person at all.

Also, did you tell that old man about your plan? Otherwise, how could he support you?"

Vermouth wanted to ask this question this morning, but Gin was not in his right mind at that time.

Gin was stunned for a few seconds before he uttered an "oh", "I would have forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it."

"..."

"But you guessed wrong this time. I didn't tell him any plans about 'rebellion'.

Instead, the old man muttered to himself..."