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

Chapter 223 The long-lost mission

Three people...

Oh no, it's four people.

The four people left the concert hall one after another without attracting anyone's attention.

One thing to say is that this place is originally the property of the organization, and the guests who come here are somehow related to the organization. Moreover, non-core members need to register and verify when entering and exiting, so they are not afraid of the news leaking...

If the news leaks out, then there is either an undercover agent among them, or there is an undercover agent here.

However, after leaving.

Just as Gin sat in the car and the vodka was about to start, Belmode called:

"Gin, you haven't left yet, right?"

Belmode's tone was hesitant.

"No, what for?"

"Give me a lift?"

"……OK."

Gin and Vodka waited for a while before seeing Belmode change his clothes and get into his car.

He was wearing men's clothing, and Belmode was still inflating the clothes after getting in the car.

Gin glanced at him and said, "Who are you trying to disguise yourself from?"

"Ah, why are you suddenly concerned about this today?" Belmode glanced at him warily.

"Forget it if you don't say it."

Gin rolled his eyes wide.

Just now in the concert hall, with Chablis around, his expression was quite restrained.

Now only Belmode was left, and the disdain on Gin's face was very wanton.

Belmod felt that Gin probably just asked casually, so he breathed a sigh of relief, put on a disguise mask, then tidied it up, and put on black-rimmed glasses.

"Just a doctor, very effective in reaching my target."

After the disguise, Belmod's voice changed to a clear male voice.

Gin glanced at the rearview mirror and felt that the face looked familiar and the voice sounded good, "What's your name?"

"New wisdom." Belmod yawned.

This name was unexpected for Gin.

Well, because Noah has reported it before...

Speaking of which, he always felt that the name looked familiar, and he wondered if it had appeared before when he read the original work.

"Where to go?"

"One-chome, Yoneka Town, my home is over there."

"Are you sure this is your home?"

"Well, I have to do a full set of acting~"

Gin laughed when he heard this, with a strange look in his eyes, "I saw in Kiel's report that you asked her to help you find someone?"

Belmode raised his head and thought for a moment, "Oh, that seems to be it."

"She also asked the finance department to reimburse her medical expenses worth RMB 100,000." Gin took out a lemon candy and said, "What medicine did you, a quack doctor, prescribe for her?"

He is very curious.

He shouldn't eat Kiel to death, right? He swore to protect Kiel.

Belmode: "..."

Can Gin have some confidence in her medical skills?

Also, wasn’t it because she gave so much of her money to Gin?

Although I still have millions in my hand, the feeling of poverty is really uncomfortable.

"Don't talk about me either." Bermod felt that he couldn't continue this topic, "As for you, what's going on with Chablis?"

She could feel the sting in Chablis' words, and they were all directed at the gin.

It's like doubting...

"Oh, he was like this last time." Gin said very calmly, "At that time, I went to watch the annex and he insisted on following me, for fear that I would get an extra credit."

Belmode: "..."

is that so?

But she felt that Chablis seemed to suspect Gin, was he an undercover agent?

Belmode looked at the back of Gin's chair thoughtfully.

Did Chablis discover something? Or was he just drunk and crazy?

If Gin was an undercover agent...

Belmod's eyes darkened for a moment, then he rolled up his half-moon eyes:

How is this possible? It’s impossible for her to be an undercover Gin, right?

This crazy guy, Chablis, must be thinking too much.

…

Gin sent Belmod back to the home of Tomoaki Shinde.

This huge retro mansion has completely become Belmod's own little home...

Belmode also invited Gin to sit in in a very sinister way, but Gin gave her a disdainful look and commanded Vodka to drive away——

If he goes in, he will probably be followed by the FBI all night long.

It would probably take him a lot of time to shake these tails, so Gin would not do this unjust thing.

Back at the base, Gin had to think about writing a report again.

It’s really troublesome to report when you go out and report when you come back...

Gin turned on the computer with a dead fish face, typed at the keyboard, and quickly wrote a piece of text.

After checking it a bit to make sure the logic was smooth and there were no typos, Gin gently clicked the mouse to send.

Just after his series of actions last night, Gin discovered that there was an additional unread email in his mailbox.

After taking a look at the signature with four asterisks, Gin opened it silently:

[There was a rebel among the software developers convened before. The other party copied the software data developed by the organization without authorization. Find the target as soon as possible, determine the location of the data copy, and eliminate the person; how is the development progress of that software?——***

*]

【[appendix]】

Gin opened the attachment, and above was a list of all suspicious persons, but without exception, these people were all in Tokyo.

"Sure enough, nothing good happens when you have some free time."

Gin laughed bitterly and passed the attachment to Vodka, asking him to help send someone to look for it.

When it comes to network technology, Vodka is still good at it.

Finding people, determining network routes, destroying data, and solving targets... is another troublesome task, and it is difficult to send other people to do this task, so you can only do it yourself.

Gin felt like his tooth hurt.

And the question at the end...

"What kind of previous software?" Ginjiu was a little confused.

Did you ask him to find someone to develop software before? No?

Gin found a mission notebook and started browsing the mission records——

Although he sometimes has a bad memory when remembering unimportant things, fortunately, he has a good habit of recording. When he can't remember, he can still remember it by looking through the records...

...provided he actually writes it down in his notebook.

From the current year 9* forward, the year will change every ten days, which is very outrageous.

——Finally, Gin was found.

Gin looked at this mission that was nearly two months ago, but the actual date was five or six years different from now, and his expression gradually became constipated.

It clearly says 'Taku Itakura, software trading, 00:00 on February 15th'...

The subsequent date is 1994.

All the tasks before and after this task are checked, there is only this one, and the front is empty...

Gin's mouth twitched several times, "It's so outrageous..."

He opened the manually transcribed Noah card calendar, and the corner of his mouth twitched even more.

Very good, February 15th is just next week...or less than a week, just a few days, Conan will solve a few cases quickly.

Is he going to start a seamless mission again?

Gin counted with his fingers.

It will take about a week to find and clean up this treacherous software engineer. After cleaning up, you can stop by and trade with Taku Itakura...

wonderful.

A der!

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(End of chapter)