Conan's I'm really not a model worker in a winery

Chapter 155 It’s time to pay the rent in Calvados

"Ah! Did you have a conflict with anyone? Gin."

When Gin answered the phone, Belmod happened to hear the next few words.

However, the relationship between the direct members of the unscrupulous boss and those who decentralized power was an open topic in the organization, so Gin was not secretive at all and simply said:

"Nothing, just to educate Vodka about our relationship with those who decentralized power."

Gin bit the lollipop stick and his words were slightly blurred.

Over there, Bermod thought it was rare for him to smoke, so he joked: "I'd better talk to Vodka about this, so as not to make him think that those who decentralized power are our own people... Speaking of which, how long have you been without him?"

Smoking?"

Gin silently took out the calendar produced by Noah, glanced at it, and said emotionlessly: "It could be three months, or it could be several years."

Well, this year jumped three years in one month, which is really good...

If he continues at this rate, he will be able to use a smartphone within a few months.

I heard before that Hiroki had already created a template for a smartphone, but it was a pity that Gin knew that he had no chance to see it.

Bermod on the other end of the phone slowly typed a question mark:

Does Gin have a time perception disorder? Can't remember how long it has been since he smoked?

After being stunned for a moment, Belmode laughed a few times: "Forget it...don't you want to know why I called you?"

"I don't want to." Gin turned to another channel on the radio and narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's fine."

"Wait, wait, wait, I'm impressed by you, you're always so cold..." Bermod said in a resentful tone, "I'm going back to Japan, I want to tell you first."

Gin glanced at the planned time: "You are five days earlier than expected."

"Well, don't you want to see how Pisk wants to act? The United States is so peaceful that I'm tired of it."

Belmod's tone was full of sarcasm.

After hearing this, Gin also sneered: "Yes, a country with constant shootings is really a paradise for organizations... Rum is really lucky."

The shooting rate in the United States is much higher than that in Japan, and there is almost no control over firearms.

Here in Japan, it is quite difficult for ordinary people to get a gun, and the police control of firearms is quite strict. No matter how useless the Tokyo police are, they still have to investigate the shooting case to the end.

Therefore, when Japanese organization members act, they generally don't dare to do anything too obvious, especially with pistols and the like. After killing someone, they usually use it to blow up the scene and destroy the body.

The members of the United States are very comfortable. They don't need to make any preparations in advance to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces. As long as a few people help look at them, walk up to the target's face and kill them suddenly, and then bribe some gangsters or police, the task can be completed easily.

loose.

"There are still ten days until Pisk's expected character time..."

Gin checked the calendar again, and his voice suddenly rose one level, "Belmod, you should have some money, right?"

While on the phone, Gin tapped Vodka and motioned for him to tinker with the radio - which he couldn't do.

After understanding the vodka, he gestured ‘ok’, and then started to take the gin and continue tinkering…

On the phone, Belmode was still a little confused: "Money? Of course there is, but I didn't change the cash into Japanese yen..."

"Do you have a bank card or bankbook with you?"

Gin's voice was inexplicably urgent.

Belmode was speechless: "...for sure."

After all, she came out as a star, how could she not bring money? What does Gin want to do?

"That's good." Gin breathed a sigh of relief, "Remember to give me money."

"……ha?"

"Have you forgotten Calvados's rent for a long time?" Gin glanced at the dates that jumped several years in a row, not believing that he was a shady businessman. "Calculate how long you have borrowed him, and then... 50 a day."

Give me ten thousand."

He didn't dare to ask for more, for fear of squeezing Belmod dry and not being able to squeeze him out next time.

Belmode: "..."

Hahaha, let this man who is obsessed with money live a single life!

The two hung up the phone in a "happy" exchange.

When Ginjiu thought that he would soon earn hundreds of millions of dollars, he felt extremely happy.

Looking at the busy vodka, Gin happily took out a pack of marshmallows from his pocket and started chewing: "Is it done?"

"Um...is this the channel?"

I had just finished making the vodka when I was startled by the sudden sound.

[Lord Blade! Urgent report, the world has met Conan!]

The vodka scared half of my glasses off:

"This, this is?!"

The radio spoke! He also called the elder brother’s name!

"Don't be so surprised, Vodka." Gin glanced at him dissatisfied and touched the radio a few times, "You scared Noah."

How old is Noah now? He is still a child...

Vodka swallowed: "Noah? Isn't it the one you said, brother?"

[First meeting, Mr. Vodka, I am Noah...full name Noah's Ark.] Noah's electronic music sounds very educated, [Master Blade, the world has met Conan.]

Vodka could understand every word in Noah's words, but when they were put together, he just wanted to say:

I don't know how serious it is.

"Have we met yet?" Gin drew a small circle on the calendar, "When did you release the news about Miyano Akemi's death?"

[The time it was sent was a week ago...but I received the message and received the feedback signal just the day before yesterday.]

Noah's clone said respectfully, [Master Blade, is there anything else that needs to be explained?]

Gin thought for a while.

"Tell Lie that the world is not within the scope of his mission, as long as he maintains a good relationship with Conan and the police."

[Yes... regarding Officer Matsuda of the Metropolitan Police Department, Mr. Lie would like to ask you how to deal with it?] Noah came here this time to report the accumulated problems to Gin.

Because of Gin's request, in order to avoid being discovered, Gin is the only one who takes the initiative to contact Noah...

Noah briefly explained to Gin about Retsu and Matsuda Jinpei working together to defuse the bomb.

Gin was stunned for a moment.

Good guy, this is taking the fruits of the prisoner's labor for yourself overnight!

Ginjiu held a moment of silence for the unlucky guy, "Tell Lie, this guy named Matsuda...if he obeys the arrangement, please contact Tian...Tianyong to give him an assessment."

[Understood, Lord Blade.]

——

Mika Town, the residence of Dr. Agasa.

"Then tell me where that research institute is! I'll go find them myself!"

Conan eagerly wanted to find out the location of the drug information from Haibara Ai.

After all, with such a huge amount of information, it is impossible for Haihara Ai to keep it all in mind.

"Impossible."

Haiyuan Ai calmly walked to the cabinet, took out a newspaper that she kept specially, unfolded it and gave Conan a signal:

"This is a newspaper from a few days ago... It was almost before Moritani Teiji committed the crime. After I escaped from the company by chance that night, an accident happened that night..."

Miyano Shiho looked at the photos published in the newspaper with a little sadness in his eyes: "No one in the laboratory survived..."

(End of chapter)