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

Chapter 165 Tottori Prefecture: Conan, don’t come over!

Sunny and sunny.

The weather is clear and sunny.

However, Ginjiu had no chance to see this wonderful morning scenery.

He was trying hard to open his sleepy eyes and prepare to crawl out of bed.

The lounge is completely disconnected from the outside world. If you don't turn on the lights, there is almost no light...

Gin sat on the bed in a daze for a while, then turned on the light in the dark, looked at the calendar, and then sat in front of the computer to process documents - today is another summer day.

Obviously winter finally entered yesterday, but the weather was like a ghost.

Gin complained about the weather in his heart, and then thought of the outrageous dream just now...

Yes, Gin had a dream:

In the dream, he seemed to be carrying a group of garbage bags...

Yes, that’s right, black garbage bags!

The shoes were in a black garbage bag, and he was wearing black sunglasses and a hat, and he was holding a small slingshot in his hand...

He brought a bunch of garbage bags with this configuration and faced a big boss - a red bow as big as a house.

This bow wears a huge black-framed glasses with an antenna on it; Rolex sneakers on its feet, a bottle of branded wine in its left hand, and a large watch in its right hand...

The two armies faced each other, and the big red bow tie tied up a bunch of garbage bags he brought with him, and he was drowned in the wine vat by a pile of deck wine...

In the end, the big red bow won a great victory, and drove away with vodka in a gesture of scissor-hands.

And after that...

Gin woke up.

He felt that this dream was very, very outrageous...

Gin was certain and certain, that red bow was definitely Conan.

"How come you have such a strange dream?" Gin couldn't let go after processing a few emails.

He rarely dreams, and if he does dream, the dream is usually linked to reality - that is, it is similar to a warning signal of danger.

Before Gin became the head of the Japanese army, he would have precognitive dreams every now and then, allowing him to avoid countless life and death crises.

But what the hell is this dream about?

"Are you implying that there is no good in fighting Conan?"

The dream this time was too simple and crude to understand, and Gin was a little confused, "But, I don't want to start a fight with Conan..."

He still wants to protect Conan... According to the meaning of this dream, does it mean that Conan is so powerful that he does not need his protection?

Just kidding, he's so small, even the tranquilizer gun may not be able to knock him out.

And the fact that he was submerged in the deck wine was also very strange - the fake wine, wasn't it just those undercover agents?

But he is also an undercover agent...

Gin was puzzled, "What other garbage bags..."

He should be a member of the organization, right?

Is there such rubbish? Conan gave it all to K.O in one move...

It's outrageous, it's outrageous - what's worse is that his driver was taken away, which is really outrageous.

After Gin dealt with a few more emails, he really lost his mood, clenched his fists and clicked——

After he had this dream, he really, really had the urge to beat up Conan.

…

Because of the time jump, there is often a pile of emails in the mailbox.

But this time when jumping from the end of active sleep to the beginning of sleep, there is not much news to process.

After finishing the gin, I felt a little bored and planned to go out for a walk.

——He is different from Belmod. Wherever Belmod goes, as long as it is not a cross-border country, he can go wherever he wants, unless there is action...

Not gin.

Not only does he have to report his tasks and travel routes, he doesn't even have the freedom to go out for a walk...

Of course, but after years of doing this, Gin has always been a good baby, a tool who obeys the unscrupulous boss's orders.

Gin repeated his old trick and sent an email, using the excuse of looking for Shirley to ask for freedom of movement for a period of time.

Ginjiu can guarantee that the unscrupulous boss will agree to this request.

After sending the email, he repeated his same trick, set up an automatic reply email, turned off the computer screen, got dressed and went out.

He was thinking about whether he should do something to speed up the progress of the conflict between the two parties. After all, until now, the FBI has not made any move... Mainly because Ginjiu has no good opportunity to find someone to spread the word.

——It is impossible to find Shirley. Gin even wants to fake Shirley's death, so as to avoid future troubles.

It's a pity that the little guy ran so fast that Gin didn't even have time to react...

Gin went out this time mainly to cause trouble, so he deliberately didn't bring vodka. He just left a note and took a communication jamming device.

"Noah, is there no news recently? Also the movements of the people I want to pay attention to."

Gin changed his outfit in the car to feel refreshed, and turned on the radio to contact Noah on the way.

[Yes, Lord Blade... Among the people you are paying attention to, the special one is that the Kudo couple returned to China a few days ago. After solving a case with Conan, they are currently preparing to return to the United States.] Noah on the radio was doing his duty and calling

All the qualifications of the mastermind.

Gin thought: "Kudo and his wife? Are they still in Japan?"

[Yes, they are still in Japan, but they are going back to the United States tonight, and I found the flight information.]

"...By the way, the one named Kamikawa Ryohei before, have you seen him before?"

Gin's eyes flashed, and he had some other ideas. After thinking for a few seconds, he asked again.

[Kamigawa Ryohei...] Noah pondered for a moment, probably checking the history records of other sub-programs and the main program, [Yes, it seems that Conan and Xiaolan will take this taxi every time they go out...

…]

Gin: "..."

He called him a good guy.

Gin narrowed his eyes: "You ask him to try if he can contact the Kudo couple, just say that I want to see them... It doesn't hurt to let him reveal some information about the organization by the way."

[Understood, Lord Blade, I will pass the message to the main body right now.]

——

Tottori Prefecture, a mountainous area.

"This trust place is really deep... Most people won't come in, right?"

There are a bunch of people sitting in the back of a truck:

Ran holding Conan, Retsu with Hiroki, Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuha who came together, plus a lonely Moori Kogoro...

You can see the extremely unhappy expression on Mouri Kogoro's face:

"I said... this should be my commission! What a big deal it is to call this guy from Osaka!"

He pointed at Hattori Heiji angrily.

Mao Lilan blinked with an innocent expression: "What does it matter? Hattori also invited us to travel to Osaka last time."

"That's because he invited us to travel. It's not impossible to invite them to Tokyo, but this is a commission! A commission!"

Mouri Kogoro couldn't bear it anymore.

I finally tried to solve a case by myself, but a little detective came to join in the fun...

It’s because Mr. Lin didn’t put enough pressure on him, right?

(End of chapter)