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

Chapter 666: Cleaning Up Pests
A bar in Haido-machi.

In the entire bar, there were only three customers besides the bartender.

"Didn't you say the files couldn't be stolen? Then what are these?"

Angostura raised a stack of case files in his hand and looked at the person opposite him with a playful look on his face.

Matsuda Jinpei didn't even look at the other person. He continued to take out the remaining files from his briefcase and placed them on the table. "It just so happens that some evidence has been stolen. It would be a waste if we don't take it."

"exhibit?"

"A bunch of masks, left at the crime scene of a murder a few days ago." Jinpei Matsuda explained casually.

When Angostura heard the key word 'mask', he stood up straight. "Mask? Is it that group of people?"

Matsuda Jinpei squinted his eyes and said, "No, they are just a bunch of masks with cursed legends. They are officially called 'Shawbul's Masks'. If you are interested, you can search for them. I heard that all the holders of these masks have died a miserable death."

"Are you sure it has nothing to do with that group of people?"

"If you don't look at it, I'll take it away."

Jinpei Matsuda reached out and tried to take a stack of files from the table.

Angostura quickly pulled the file in front of him like he was protecting his food, and waved his hand in disdain: "Go away! I'll return it to you after I've read it, just stay away."

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

If he was able to defeat the opponent, do you believe he would have defeated him with one punch?
Considering the difference in strength between the enemy and us, Matsuda Jinpei silently suppressed his anger, picked up the mojito on the table and took a sip, then moved his eyes with a barely perceptible amplitude, observing the bar.

In his mind, he was already thinking about how to stuff more bombs in there...

By the way, the bombs I got for free from the arms dealers have been almost used up. It’s time to buy some more for free.

Matsuda Jinpei was drinking while thinking carefully;
Next door, Anderburg was lying on the table, probably catching up on his sleep.

He finished flipping through the file in Angostura's hand in a short while, and it was unclear whether he read it carefully or not.

"That's all? You policemen don't have any useful information?" Putting down the file, Anjiu looked disappointed.

These files are all about theft cases, and all these cases have only one thing in common:
A mask with a five-pointed star printed on the forehead was left at the crime scene.

But apart from the method of committing the crime and the positions of the masks that were left on the ground, there is absolutely no useful information in these files...

Not even one criminal was caught!
Matsuda Jinpei shrugged. "It's unrealistic to expect the Metropolitan Police Department to have information about these masked men, just like there's no information about our organization in the Metropolitan Police Department."

To be honest, being undercover is actually quite interesting...if you are not discovered.

However, Matsuda Jinpei's words also reminded the other party.

Angostura's eyes lit up. "Oh? So you mean the public security department might have some intelligence?"

"...Let me make it clear first, I can't get any information from the Public Security Bureau. I'm not in the same department as them." Jinpei Matsuda almost rolled his eyes.

"Tsk, I didn't count on you." Angostura smacked his lips, flipped through the file again, and then threw it back to Matsuda Jinpei.

He had originally come here for the internal information that the Metropolitan Police Department might have about the masked man, but it turned out that the Metropolitan Police Department knew less than what he had learned from others, and they didn't even have the name of the other party's organization...

He learned about it through the underworld...

"Five-star group? What a weird name."

Angostura muttered quietly.

Matsuda Jinpei's ears twitched and he raised his head: "What?"

Angostura waved his hand. "It's none of your business. Go put away your files."

Seeing that he was unwilling to talk to him, Matsuda Jinpei didn't care.

If the other party really opened his heart to him and told him everything, that would make him feel that something was fishy. Silently putting all these things back into the briefcase, Matsuda Jinpei reached out and prepared to drink the rest of the wine.

But just as he touched his cup, he suddenly noticed that a bag of snacks appeared in the empty corner of the table.

...and more than one pack.

He saw potato chips, jelly, lollipops, cookies, chocolate...

Angostura also apparently noticed these little gadgets that appeared out of nowhere. He was stunned for a moment, then he and Matsuda Jinpei slowly raised their heads and looked at the air to the side.

In the air, a hint of silver was particularly clear——

"What the hell!?"

"Clang~"

Angostura was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground with his chair.

Although Jinpei Matsuda was not that embarrassed, he was still so scared that his chair moved back one meter.

The culprit of the shock, Gin, was sitting on a chair next to the two of them, wearing a casual shirt, eating potato chips and looking at his phone...

Hearing the sound of a chair falling to the ground, Gin slowly raised his head, glanced at Angostra with cold eyes, and then continued to focus on his mobile phone.

The Internet age is truly wonderful.

"...Hey, hey, hey! Gin, what are you looking at like that?" Angostura took out a knife in frustration, "When did you get here? You walk without making any sound, are you a ghost?"

By this time, Jinpei Matsuda had also recovered. He silently pulled his chair forward and sat down, then drank the rest of the wine in one gulp to calm himself.

Although I seem to have encountered Gin suddenly appearing without making a sound before, it was definitely not as scary as today...

"It's been a while."

Gin was concentrating on reading the gossip on his phone and casually replied, "While you were reading the files... Haven't you found the whereabouts of those masked men yet?"

Angostura snorted and put away the knife. "No, those people are better at hiding than the FBI. Apart from knowing the name of the group of these masked men from some underground forces, there is no other information. I guess they are some emerging force."

Gin couldn't deny it, "Oh, really? Then you are really a wimp."

"..." Angostura took out the knife again, "You want to fight?
Oh, by the way, I haven't settled the score with you yet! I asked you to clean up those traitors, but you left me half. What do you mean?"

"Heh, isn't it enough that I've cleaned up half of it?" Gin sneered, "Besides, you only gave me the list near midnight the night before yesterday, so you should be content with cleaning up half of it."

"I'm content? Tsk, Gin, you're really shameless. It's been five days and you've only solved half of it. That's one person a day on average. Even a turtle can crawl faster than you!"

Gin slowly typed a question mark: "Five days?"

Angostura paused in his cursing, "What? Is there a problem?"

Gin looked at him with eyes that showed him care for the mentally retarded: "Stella, you are hopeless."

It’s only been one night.

Angostura: "...Come on! Duel!"

Onlookers:

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

How did this quarrel start? He didn't quite understand.

Anderborg: "Zzzzz..."

The new book has been signed, but the status has not changed, Zzzz...(▽ )

(Covering face) I forgot to change the chapter title, please ignore it.
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