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

Tokyo.

In the dimly lit base, Angostela has a mobile phone in his left hand and a landline microphone in his right hand. From time to time, he holds one to his ear to free up his hand for typing...

The North District base was bombed, which sounded the alarm for the people in the organization and also made him very busy.

"His grandma's! You can blow up warehouses or strongholds, but those things can't blow up bases!

Why don't you blame me sooner or later during Gin's tenure?

...This is targeted! Absolutely targeted!"

After making the phone call, Angostela scolded and wrote a responsibility report.

Problems in any base are not trivial. In addition, organizations often install surveillance equipment within a certain range near the base. The entrances are usually very secretive, and there are even escape exits...

But the base in the North District was blown up silently, and the only clue was the masked man who 'accidentally' showed up five hundred meters away from the base.

It’s hard not to think of the core members of the organization that the organization’s base defense system has been invaded...

Moreover, it is not certain whether only one base was invaded.

After getting permission from the boss, Angostela directly ordered all members near the bombed base in the North District to evacuate, and the nearby bases were temporarily closed, waiting for feedback from the Intelligence Department before making plans - this method, firstly,

To avoid a similar situation from happening again, secondly, if the opponent wants to repeat the same trick and destroy the base, then the blocked base can become a 'trap'.

The current situation can be considered serious if it is serious, or not serious, but...

None of this affects Angostura's swearing.

"Stella, calm down and getting angry won't solve anything."

Anderberg's voice was faint and came from the side.

Angostela immediately turned her head, "When you say this, can you put down the snacks in your hand, turn off the TV, put on your clothes and come back again? Do you think you can solve any problems like this?"

"No." Anderberg chose to continue watching TV and eating snacks. He was still wearing a casual shirt and did not look like a member of the organization at all. "But it is you who have to solve the problem, not me."

Angostela chirped, "Okay, you go and order some food for me."

"No money."

"Then where did you get these snacks?"

"Bought."

"Then you told me you have no money? Don't think I don't know you have a million!"

"...To be precise, it's £1,790,500."

"Then go buy me food!"

"Give me a hundred dollars."

"..."

In the end, Angostela paid one hundred yuan out of his own pocket and asked Anderborg to bring him a luxurious dinner from outside.

When Anderborg came back, Angostela was still sitting in front of the computer cursing, either cursing Gin or cursing the boss...

"You just blew up a base, why are you so angry?" Anderberg put the meal in front of his teammates and asked, tilting his head.

"Don't ask stupid questions, Anbu." Angostela seemed to be irritable, but now she is actually a calm person, "You should know who is in that base."

Anderberg returned to the sofa and continued to eat snacks while watching horror movies. "Dubonite is dead?"

"Besides death, I can't think of any other outcome."

Angostela's face was expressionless, "The place was completely bombed, and the police didn't find anything wrong. There were only a few incompletely put together corpses... Dubonite must be among them."

"Is this what you're angry about?"

"Me? What do I have to be angry about? It's the boss's business to be angry or anxious. What does it have to do with me?" Angostela snorted and suddenly fell silent.

After a while, his voice sounded hesitantly:

"Anbu, do you think... Gin may know?"

Anderberg paused and turned his head: "What do you mean?"

"I mean, the death of Dubonite." Angostela narrowed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, "I told him about the base being bombed, and he was quite normal.

But last week, during my communication with him, I discovered that he seemed to know that he would be monitored by Duponit...

The only interaction he had with Dupont was when they were planning the FBI operation before we came here. It's unknown whether there were other interactions besides that.

However, since Gin knows that he will be monitored, it means that he only knows that some of his actions will be noticed and suspected by Duponit...but we don’t know what they are."

"……oh."

Probably because he heard the convoluted words from his teammates, Anderberg delayed his answer for a second, and then put down his snacks, "What are you going to do? Get rid of him?"

Angostela raised her eyebrows: "Tsk, I thought you would take the opportunity to say something nice to him to clean him up."

"Is there any benefit?"

"Hey! Didn't you take a bunch of candies and snacks from him?"

"Well... then, I can first ask him where he stores his snacks."

Anderberg looked solemn.

Angostela: "..."

"Anyway, let's continue to wait and see...I won't take action until there is evidence."

As for the trouble of catching the mole...

Let them continue to be bothered by this boss who daydreams all day long.

Grinning, Angostela showed a slightly exaggerated smile, then took out her cell phone and sent a text message full of code words to some of her subordinates.

"By the way, Kiel is still in the temporary base, right?"

"Kaba kaba... Well, do you want to let it out?"

"Go and check it out tonight. If there is no problem, let it go. Otherwise, it will be really troublesome."

"OK."

"Hey, Anbu, wrap me some potato chips."

"Chenghui, five hundred yuan."

"..."

Damn miser!

…

Nagano...maybe still in Nagano.

Gin carried the suitcase and held a flashlight in his other hand to illuminate the front. Wearing the clothes of an ordinary office worker, he walked steadily in the empty tunnel.

The double-layered mask was taken off after he left the corpse hiding place and continued walking downhill. The deeper he went, the less disgusting the smell became.

Gin's pace became slower and slower.

He is hesitating.

The length of the tunnel is really too long... Moreover, what makes Ginjiu suspicious is that the tunnel behind was deliberately covered up, and a stone door that was almost the same as a wall was even built.

It was empty. He used all his strength to blast away the one-meter-thick stone wall. He might have walked out of the forest now.

To be honest, the stone walls built in this early period were much stronger than the diamond plates used in construction.

"The straight-line distance should be about one kilometer..."

Gin felt a slight toothache.

Is it for the Karasuma family to build such a long tunnel?

If you have time, money, and manpower, you might as well just build a tunnel through the mountain.

However, considering that Japan is an earthquake-prone area and drilling too much into the mountain may cause the mountain to collapse, Gin felt a little relieved.