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

Chapter 186 Black Concerto-Summer Night

[The content of this chapter is actual (Chapter 183 - Black Concerto - Annex), and the explanation of this article is not included in the number of words in the main text. 】

The villa is brightly lit at dusk.

But just like the name dusk, these lights seem to be born only for darkness.

Chablis was the first to bear the brunt, opened the door of the annex, and strolled into the hall.

As soon as they entered the center of the hall, everyone who came in felt a chill coming to their faces, as well as secret murderous intent.

——From the outside, it seems like there are lights everywhere in the annex, but when you enter, the hall is completely dark.

Suddenly, everyone's muscles tensed up.

Chablis was the only one who smiled harmlessly and raised the brim of his hat, "Hello! Friends upstairs, I'm Chablis, and I'm here to take over Pisk's duties... I wonder, where is Gin now?"

It was quiet in the darkness, and no one spoke.

But the next moment, the lights in the hall suddenly turned on.

The subordinates brought by Chablis immediately put their hands into his arms, intending to pull out their guns.

"Stop, stop, stop...we are all our own people, calm down."

Chablis pressed his hands, looked up at the two people holding a heavy sniper rifle on the stairs on both sides, and showed what he thought was a charming smile: "This gentleman... and this lady, don't know that Gin is here

Where?"

On the left, a short-haired female sniper wearing a black tights, a peaked cap, and complicated eye makeup at the corner of her left eye put away her gun, "I don't know, you can find it yourself."

"Come on, Cohen, let's go eat... these people will starve to death waiting for you."

On the other side, the male sniper with a rectangular face and sunglasses nodded, put away his gun, and then stared at Chablis for a while.

"Keep Chianti waiting, damn it."

…

Chablis stared blankly at the two snipers who left without saying a word, scratched his head and looked at Ireland:

"Um, are they two of Gin's subordinates?"

"...Yes, Cohen and Chianti, sniper positions." Ireland dragged Chablis, who was a head shorter than him, to go upstairs.

"Why do I feel like these two people are not normal?"

Chablis let Ireland pull him, lost in thought.

Ireland:"……"

You are the most abnormal one, okay? I didn’t hear people say that they didn’t even eat just to wait for them!

…

Finally, Chablis gave up on the question of whether there was something wrong with Chianti and Cohen.

They searched around the second floor before finally finding Cohen and Chianti in the restaurant...

There was also a strong man wearing sunglasses who looked very fierce.

Also in the restaurant was a woman in black with cat-like eyes. Chablis almost went up to strike up a conversation... Fortunately, Ireland caught her.

"Ahem..."

Seeing that the atmosphere in the restaurant was a bit tense, Chablis took the initiative to ease the awkward atmosphere: "May I ask some of you, do you know where the gin is?"

Looking at the people in black lined up behind him, the few people eating late-night snacks in the restaurant didn't say anything.

Chablis: "..."

Strange thing, is his charm value already so low?

Ireland twitched the corner of his mouth, grabbed Chablis's clothes and whispered: "Apart from the two snipers just now, there is one female member named Keir, and the male is Gin's confidant Vodka... Let your people also

Stay here while we go find gin."

"Okay..."

Chablis glanced at the four cooks who still didn't raise their heads to look at him, and felt very disappointed.

Damn it, he is obviously a huge fan in the UK!

As everyone knows, several people in the restaurant are anxious about what to do tomorrow:

Keir: I have to go to work tomorrow and have to complete tasks... It’s so annoying. When can I get my revenge?

Vodka: After a day of running missions, he was so sleepy and wanted to sleep...

Chianti: Damn it, my schedule for the next few days is full again! I’m so angry...

Cohen: Chianti, damn it, please keep me waiting.

…

Chablis and Ireland finally found the gin man in the largest living room on the second floor.

When they were looking for someone, Gin was sitting on the sofa, playing with the chess on the table...

——Of course, with gloves on your hands.

Chablis looked at Gin and narrowed his eyes.

The contrast between the long silver hair and the black trench coat is too obvious, giving people a strange sense of solemnity.

Next to him, Ireland looked at Gin with inexplicable complexity in his eyes.

His fists loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again, and finally stood silently behind Chablis as a transparent person without even a glance...

"I'm sorry, it seems that I came a little late." Chablis took off his hat, put it in front of him and bowed slightly to apologize, then walked to the opposite side of Gin, "You shouldn't mind if I sit here.

.”

Gin raised his head emotionlessly and gave him a cold look:

"Why don't you answer the phone?"

"Oh! I came here in a hurry and forgot to activate the number." Chablis's face was full of guilt, "Don't worry, friend, I will explain it to the person in person... Should we talk about business now?

?”

The guilt on his face only lasted less than a second, and he once again showed the smile that fascinated thousands of girls.

However, opposite him, Gin just gave him a cold look again, then threw him a stack of documents without saying a word, and then took out a stick from his pocket...

Stick, lollipop?

Chablis just picked up the document and was a little stunned when he saw this scene, "Oh! Gin, you like eating lollipops? That's really childlike."

‘Click!’

Gin seemed to have bitten the candy and gave him a cold look.

"Speaking of which, Ireland is about the same age as you, but he is not as childlike and interesting as you. He acts fierce all day long as if I owe him a million... Oh, then I probably owe you ten million?"

Chablis looked at the document with a smile and made a joke.

...Maybe it's a 'joke'?

Feeling the cold air emanating from Gin, Ireland tried hard not to roll his eyes - Chablis, that bastard! Don't take him with you if you provoke Gin!!

"...Chaplis."

Gin, who had only said a few words since he came in, opened his mouth again.

Chablis raised his head happily: "Oh friend, you finally called my name. I thought you were stupid..."

Ireland almost covered his mouth with her hands.

Fortunately, at this time, Gin's cold words interrupted what Chablis was about to say:

"If you talk nonsense again, I'll pluck out your tongue."

Chablis: "..."

Tsk, so calm.

Ireland:"……"

What is Chablis doing?

"Okay, okay."

Chablis spread his hands and then focused on reading the documents.

The living room once again returned to the silence it had before he arrived - except for the occasional sound of paper making.

The whole process lasted approximately ten minutes.

After reading it, Chablis closed the document with a smile, and then... handed it to Ireland:

"Ireland, please confirm...Oh, my friend, Ireland is a close confidant of Pisk, I think it's okay to show him, right?"

(End of chapter)