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

"She has been injected with many drugs, including anticoagulants and neurosuppressive drugs... In addition to being tortured, she may have also been tortured as a plaything. The recent wounds on her body are the best proof."

"This Miss Judy has been hypnotized... To put it simply, it is a method of destroying the other party's will from the spiritual level... Of course, if you obey the hypnotist subjectively, the most you will feel is that you fell asleep during the hypnosis process.

...But if you resist, it will become like this."

"By the way, when I first received her yesterday, she basically had no ability to move independently. You can simply understand that she was in a state of complete dementia at that time."

After hearing this, Conan felt a little dizzy.

But he still caught the key words:

Torture, sadism, hypnosis, dementia...

It's the work of a black organization!

Conan clenched his little hands tightly, his eyes burning with anger.

The people from that organization caused Teacher Judy to become like this... It is really an unforgivable crime!

Destroy! They must all be destroyed!!

"..."

Tianle looked at Conan, who was on fire, and fell into deep thought.

Lord Lie asked him to reveal some information about the organization to this young man... Wasn't his way of revealing it wrong?

Do you want to pour a basin of water on your child to calm him down?

He looked at the basin in the corner that connected the leaking water from the roof, and fell into deep thought for a second time.

Fortunately, today's Conan is no longer the innocent detective Conan who has not been beaten by society.

Today's Conan has been teased by his parents, deceived by the Five-Star Group, and betrayed by revolutionary comrades...

It is no exaggeration to say that Conan has now experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships and the dangers of the world. He has also gained a certain degree of immunity and resistance to many things, so after a brief period of anger, he slowly regained his composure.

——No matter how angry he is, he can't immediately drag out the people in the organization and beat him up. He might as well pay more attention to the people in front of him and the current affairs.

for example……

Conan quickly glanced at Lie, who was playing with the dog at the door, and quickly turned his head, "Mr. Tianle, I want to ask... well, Mr. Tianle, what are you doing with a basin of water?"

The latter who was caught calmly put the basin back, "It's nothing, I just want you to calm down."

Conan: "..."

Thank you for the invitation. I already feel a chill in my back.

Tianle put down the basin and turned around, "What do you want to ask?"

"Um..." Conan looked at Tianle, "Uncle Tianle, what did you do before?"

"Before?" Tianle fiddled with the crooked clock on the secret door and raised his head, "When do you mean?"

"Mr. Tianle, when you joined...er, Mr. Lin's organization?" Conan thought about his words.

Tianle stopped what he was doing, thought seriously for a moment, and replied:

"My family used to run a watch shop. After I came to Japan to study, I sold the store and the house. After graduation, I stayed in school to teach and opened this repair shop. Other than that, I didn't do anything else.

Work."

Conan was slightly stunned upon hearing this.

This resume... sounds too normal.

"Then, what about after joining Mr. Lin's organization?"

“…fighting crime?”

Conan: "..."

For the Nth test of the five-star group, Conan once again came back without success and ended in failure.

but……

Tianle looked at Conan, then at the boss who was making a face at the door, pondered for a moment, and then slowly spoke:

"Actually, our organization is a very broad and powerful organization..."

"...Ah?" Conan's ears twitched and he raised his head.

Is this... taking the initiative to reveal information to him?

"Not only is it extensive, but the atmosphere is harmonious and friendly?" Tianle's expression was a little unnatural, and his tone of voice was a bit stiff... It was like an endorsement, "Our company has good benefits, provides multiple promotion channels, and adopts the principle of voluntary work.

, there is a fixed salary and bonus every month..."

Conan: "..."

Why did Mr. Lin’s mask gang have their ideas set on him? Hey!!

…

Somewhere unknown.

In a dark environment.

The ferocious human face was illuminated by fluorescent light, making it look particularly abominable in the darkness...

"It must be him, I can't be mistaken!"

He growled at the computer screen.

No one knows his apparent workplace, and only two people have the opportunity to come into contact with him in disguise...

But Chablis has disappeared, or even died, so the only person left is——

"Gin!"

The ferocious face was staring at the computer, "I will definitely find a way to send you to the execution platform!"

…

Organization, small underground training ground.

Gin, who was battling wits with the projection-simulated dummy, sneezed.

Gin blew his nose and muttered, "Who's talking about me again?" At the same time, he raised the knife and cut the dummy's head in two without hesitation.

"Too light..."

The configuration of this small training ground is indeed not as good as the larger one. It is also a training dummy, but the one here is as light as a bubble.

It can be said that it has no feel at all.

After two rounds of practice, Gin felt a little bored. He turned off the melee mode, changed the scene to a wilderness gunfight theme, and started a new round of the game...

Yes, this kind of simulation training, which is mainly provided for newcomers, is similar to playing games in Gin's eyes.

It's all virtual, no entity.

Gin felt a little regretful and ran over nearby. It was really boring, so why not go find someone to fight...Huh? That's right, why didn't he go find someone to fight?

After a second of silence for his own brain, Gin knocked on his head, a little doubting whether he was suffering from dementia again.

"...Tsk, but I can't seem to find anyone to fight."

Gin counted with his fingers.

My little friend can't be found. Now that the mobile phone signal has been determined, his location may also reveal the location of other people, and it is inconvenient to contact him by phone. The only ones in the organization that can be called are Angostela and Anderborg.

Grenz is more powerful and has some hypnotic ability. As long as the others don't come on with machine guns, Gin will not be afraid.

But for some reasons, Gin would not treat them as targets for beating... no, for dating.

"How about eating some junk food? Or go to the amusement park to kill some time?"

Without any tasks, Gin felt a little bored.

People are so strange. When you have heavy tasks, you think about how great it would be to be able to do nothing one day, but once you really have nothing to do, you will feel bored again.

After packing up his things and leaving the training base, Gin began to wander aimlessly on the street again.

Until he almost reached the edge of Shibuya area and saw a large poster posted on a nearby store:

'Libora's new product game launch conference will officially open at 7pm on March 22! New and old customers are welcome to come and experience it.'

"Huh?"

Gin's eyes opened slightly.

March 22...

Isn’t that today?