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

When the Japanese cities were shrouded in darkness, it was not yet noon in Europe and the UK.

The same thing is that the dates here are as abnormal as the global synchronization. It is often hail one day and the sun is shining brightly the next day...

However, due to its own climate, even in summer, the UK is not as hot as Japan.

In addition, the weather today is not good. There are several thick layers of dark clouds covering the sky. Although it is still broad daylight, it makes people feel depressed.

Most people would shake their heads when seeing this kind of weather where it looks like there will be a torrential downpour at any moment.

But there is one group of people who are exceptions:
"It looks like it's going to rain."

The entrance to the dark underground city.

In a seemingly gorgeous shop on the small street, a very beautifully dressed woman stood in the shadow beside the window, fiddling with her black curly hair, looking at the gloomy scenery with a playful look in her eyes.

"Perfect weather, isn't it, Myne?" The nobleman sitting at the small round table by the window took a sip from his wine glass. "I just wonder if the people from MI6 dare to continue their plan in this kind of weather."

The beautiful woman called 'Main' chuckled and quickly drew the curtains, blocking out everything outside and making the room even darker.

A dark room, where a man and a woman are alone together, is really a good place to do something.

such as……

Light a candle.

A red candle lit up in the dim environment, illuminating Myne's flawless face.

The man who was sitting at the table before fell silent for some reason, with the wine glass in his hand, pausing for several seconds.

After pondering for a few seconds, he slowly said, "Main...the light switch is on your left."

What era is this? Still lighting candles?

Why are all his teammates weird? ? ?

"I know, Mark." Marin's eyes were bright. "But don't you think this weather is suitable for a candlelight dinner? Besides, using candles saves electricity."

"It saves electricity, but it wastes a candle, and it's ten years old."

The man at the table, or maybe he should be called Mark, had an inexplicable look of distress in his eyes, "Besides, it's not even noon yet, the chef hasn't even started work yet, let alone dinner."

Hearing this, Marin immediately showed a bored look. She blew out the candle and turned on the light listlessly, "Mark, you are as boring as ever."

"That's also thanks to my former teammates." Mark waited until the lights came on before picking up his glass again. "You don't know how much Anderborg can scold people. When I was 'interesting', he could scold me seven out of ten sentences in a minute... I didn't count the remaining three because they couldn't fit in one minute."

Stunned for a moment, Maine was amused by him, "Come on, Anderborg? Didn't you say he wasn't your teammate ten years ago?

Why, after so many teammates, you still miss him?"

The slightly teasing words made Mark a little angry: "Fuck you! That's because every one of the people who came later was like a dumb person. They couldn't even fart all day. I was almost suffocated to death!"

"Oh~~" Marin dragged out the last word and laughed, "So you need to breathe other people's farts to avoid suffocation?"

"--puff!!"

Before I could even savor the red wine I had just drunk, it was mercilessly sprayed out of the glass.

Mark slammed the quilt on the table with a dark face, "Main, I'm telling you, if you say one more word, I'll ask the higher-ups to replace my teammates!"

Marin blinked her eyes and smiled sweetly, "Oh, don't be angry, Mark, I was just joking."

After a pause, she picked up another wine glass on the table and complained, "Speaking of which, how long do we have to stay in this garbage dump? After those people break through here and find out that they have been fooled?"

They have been in this place for a long time. Ever since they received the order to garrison this broken place, they have been like underground forces during wartime, with restrictions on entry and exit, and they cannot move around freely. All supplies must be delivered to them...

This is a torture for those idle people who like to run around and look for something to think about.

Moreover, here...

"Main, watch your words, this is not a 'garbage dump'."

Mark said seriously, "Even if you want to abbreviate it, you should call it 'Scrapland.'" "..." Marin rolled her eyes, "Isn't it just the place where those failed test subjects live? Why make it so literary... Mark, I've been there and seen it. It's more like calling it a mental hospital.

...By the way, your teammate An was also a test subject, right? What kind of experiments did he conduct in the past to make so many people look like this?"

As she spoke, Marin put down her wine glass and rubbed her arms. I don’t know if it was because she got goose bumps when she recalled the scene underground.

But Mark failed to answer her question: "I don't know."

He seemed to recall something, and his tone was a little subtle: "Those who are chosen as test subjects are lucky...but I was unlucky. I was not qualified to participate in the experiment at that time."

"You call those people lucky? Then there would be no misfortune in this world." Marin curled her lips.

"You don't understand, at that time we... forget it, there's no point talking about the past." Mark shook his head, "But now I think I'm the lucky one.

However, those who survived the experiment all regarded that person as a god, and they especially yearned for that person's hometown...

I heard there is a holy place there."

Ma Yin tilted her head, "You want to go to Japan too?"

Mark came back to his senses and laughed, "Am I sick? I've heard that Japan is very competitive and requires traveling through mountains and rivers, so I won't go."

There's nothing wrong with staying in your own little home. Who knows what's going on in the minds of those who keep thinking about going to Japan?

Anyway, Mark just wanted to stay out of trouble and face the mission with MI6 like this time, hoping that his superiors wouldn't come to him in the future.

"Travel through mountains and rivers? But you can just take a plane." Marin said with some confusion.

mark:"……"

It’s really not that he can’t forget that former teammate, it’s just that Main’s style of arguing with him is exactly the same as that former teammate.

It would be more similar if there were fewer modal particles.

Mark was halfway through his recollection.

Suddenly.

A sharp gunshot was heard not far from here.

The gunshot was like some kind of switch, and then the subsequent gunshots were like raindrops playing a melody in the block.

Mark and Myne both looked out the window, but the window was blocked by curtains, obstructing their view.

But just by the sound, they could tell that the gunshots came from two blocks away.

Occasionally, there would be some roars and shouts, but no screams - because this enemy area had been designated as a military exercise area long before those people from MI6 took action, and all the original residents had been evacuated urgently.

As for where to evacuate to...

This is not something they can control.

"...It seems that those people have a chance to capture this place today."

Mark muttered as he took out a black box from under his chair, "Finally I can use this thing."

Ma Yin's eyes became brighter and brighter: "Then we can finish the mission and leave here today?"

"Well, I think so—"

Ding Ling~~~
Before Mark could finish his sentence, the retro phone on the counter rang abruptly.

He immediately went over and answered: "..."

After listening to the other party quietly, Mark said "I understand" and put down the phone. Then he turned around and said to Myne with regret:

"I think our mission will have to continue."