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

When Japan's cities are shrouded in night, it's not yet noon in Europe and the UK.

The same thing is that the dates here are as abnormal as the global synchronization. It often hails one day and the sun shines brightly the next...

However, due to its own climate, even in the summer in the UK, it is not as hot as Japan.

In addition, the weather was not good today, with several thick layers of dark clouds covering the sky. Although it was still broad daylight, the sight made people feel depressed.

Most people shook their heads when they looked at the weather, which looked like it would rain heavily in the next moment.

But there is a group of people who are exceptions:

"It looks like it's going to rain."

The entrance to the dark underground city.

In a seemingly gorgeous small street shop, a very beautifully dressed woman stood in the shadow by the window, playing with her black curly hair, looking at the gloomy scenery, her eyes a little playful.

"Perfect weather, isn't it? Ma Yin." The aristocratic man sitting at the small round table by the window picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "I just don't know if the people from MI6 dare to continue their work in this kind of weather.

plan."

The beautiful woman called 'Ma Yin' chuckled and quickly closed the curtains, blocking all the scenes outside and making the room even darker.

A dark room with a man and a woman alone is really suitable for doing something.

for example……

Light candles.

A red candle burned brightly in the dark environment, reflecting Ma Yin's flawless face.

The man who was sitting at the table fell silent for some reason. He held the wine glass in his hand and paused for several seconds.

After thinking for a few seconds, he slowly said: "Ma Yin... the light switch is on your left."

In what age are we still lighting candles??

Why are all his teammates weird???

"I know, Mark." Ma Yin's eyes were very bright, "But don't you think this weather is perfect for a candlelight dinner? Besides, using candles also saves electricity."

"It's saving electricity, it's just a waste of a candle, and it's already ten years old."

The man in front of the table, maybe I should call him Mark, had an inexplicable distress in his eyes, "Also, it's not even noon yet, and the chef hasn't gone to work yet, let alone dinner."

When Ma Yin heard this, she immediately showed a bored look. She blew out the candle and turned on the light languidly, "Mark, you are as uninteresting as ever."

"That's also thanks to my former teammates." When the lights came on, Mark picked up the wine glass again, "You don't know how much Underberg can tease people. Remember when I was 'interesting', one minute

He could criticize me seven times out of ten... I didn't count the remaining three because there was no room for them in one minute."

After being stunned, Ma Yin was amused by him, "Please, Underberg? Didn't you say that he was no longer your teammate ten years ago?

Why, after so many teammates, you still miss him?"

The slightly ridiculing words made Mark a little angry: "Fuck you! That's because every one of the people who were replaced later were like mutes. They couldn't fart a single thing all day long, and I was almost bored.

Dead!"

"Oh~~" Ma Yin drawled out and laughed, "So you need to breathe other people's farts to avoid being suffocated to death?"

"--puff!!"

Before I had time to taste the red wine I just drank, the wine gushed out of the glass mercilessly.

Mark slapped the quilt on the table with a dark face, "Ma Yin, let me tell you, if you say one more thing, I will ask the superiors to change teammates!"

Ma Yin blinked her eyes and smiled sweetly, "Ah, don't be angry, Mark, I was just joking."

After a pause, she picked up another wine glass on the table and complained: "Speaking of which, how long are we going to be stationed in this garbage dump? Wait until those people penetrate this place and find out that they have been tricked?"

They have stayed in this place for a long enough time. Ever since they received the order to station in this poor place, they have been like the underground forces during the war. Their entry and exit are restricted. They cannot move around casually, and the supplies have to be specially delivered...

This is simply torture for idlers like them who usually like to run around and find some targets to break their heads.

What's more, here...

"Ma Yin, be careful what you say, this is not a 'garbage dump'."

Mark said seriously, "Even if you want to shorten it, you should call it 'nd (Abandoned Land).'"

"..." Ma Yin rolled her eyes, "Isn't it the place where those failed experimental subjects live? It's so literary... Mark, I went to see it down there. It's almost enough to call it a mental hospital.

...By the way, that teammate of yours is also a test subject, right? What kind of experiments have been conducted before that can make so many people look like this?"

While talking, Ma Yin put down her wine glass and rubbed her arms. She didn't know if it was because she got goosebumps thinking about the underground scene.

However, Mark failed to answer her question: "I don't know."

He seemed to have recalled something, and his tone was a little subtle: "Those who can be selected as experimental subjects are lucky... but I was unfortunate, and I was not qualified to participate in the experiment at that time."

"Do you call those people lucky? Then I'm afraid there will be no misfortunes in this world." Ma Yin curled her lips.

"You don't understand, at that time we... forget it, it's useless to talk about what happened in the past." Mark shook his head, "But now I think I am the lucky one.

However, those who survived the experiment regarded that one as a god, and particularly yearned for that one's hometown...

I heard there is a holy place there."

Ma Yin tilted her head, "You want to go to Japan too?"

Mark came back to his senses and sneered: "Am I sick? I've heard for a long time that Japan is very windy and has to travel through mountains and rivers. I won't go."

There is nothing wrong with staying in your own little nest. Who knows what is going on in the minds of those who think about going to Japan all day long.

Anyway, Mark himself just wants to get along well, like this time he has to face the task of facing MI6, and hopes that the higher-ups will not look for him in the future.

"Traveling through mountains and rivers? But you can definitely take a plane." Ma Yin said in confusion.

mark:"……"

It's not really that he can't forget his former teammate An Hesha, it's actually that Ma Yin's style of attacking him is exactly the same as that one.

It would be more like it if there were fewer modal particles.

Mark's flashback is halfway through.

Suddenly.

A sharp gunshot sounded not far from here.

This gunshot sounded like some kind of switch, and then, the gunshots one after another played music in the neighborhood like raindrops.

Mark and Ma Yin both looked out the window, but the window was blocked by curtains, obstructing their view.

But just by the sound, they could tell that the gunfire came from two streets away.

Occasionally, there would be some roars and roars, but there were no screams - because this enemy area had been designated as a military exercise area when the MI6 people were operating, and all the original residents were occupied.

Emergency evacuation.

As for where to evacuate...

This is not something they can control.

"...It seems that those people have hope of conquering this place today."

Mark muttered as he took out a black box from under the chair, "I can finally use this thing."

Ma Yin's eyes became brighter and brighter: "Then we can end the mission and leave here today?"

"Well, I guess-"

Ding Ling~~~

Before Mark could finish his sentence, the retro phone placed on the counter suddenly rang.

He immediately went over to pick it up: "..."

After listening to the other party's words quietly, Mark responded with a faint "Understood", put down the phone, and then turned around regretfully and said to Ma Yin:

"I think our mission must continue."