Conan: I'm Really Not a Model Worker at a Winery

"Good night……"

Hui Yuanai stared blankly at the computer shutting down automatically, pressed the written note under the keyboard, and wolfed down a plate of food.

The second lady who filled her stomach directly fell on the bed and entered sleep mode:

Go to sleep, if the note is still there, then it is not a dream...

Amen.

……

Organization base.

Gin held his cheeks, watched Noah jumping words on the screen, and kept thinking about possible changes in the plan.

[Master Blade, I have informed the second lady of the contact information, and the second lady has gone to rest. ]

"Well, hard work."

[Serve the people! ]

"..."

Gin looked at the line that Noah quickly typed, and opened his mouth.

Noah learned all this?Incredible!

Gin stayed for a second, and just when he wanted Noah to go offline to play, the computer screen instantly went black.

"...Tsk, at this point?"

Gin Jiu glanced at the light that had just flickered for a few tenths of a second, and smacked his lips.

The organization's intranet will be inspected from time to time, and he happened to meet him just now... Fortunately, Noah reacted quickly and ran away when the 'network administrator' checked it.

After staring at the light for a while, Gin took out a notebook and typed a '?' on a recent task.

Vodka had already asked Vodka to send the task email to the unscrupulous boss before he came back...

This time, apart from the fact that Chabli had a brain twitch and insisted on getting involved, Gin was a little surprised that so many bombs were blown up, but it was also expected——

Chablis wanted to mess with him, Gin had already been able to infer, it was the way of messing with him that made Gin relatively speechless.

He can even guess Chablis' brain circuit, such as:

'The police were attracted during Operation Gin, did they intend to expose the organization on purpose? '

'Is Gin's quest target dead or missing?Did you let him go on purpose? '

'Why didn't Gin destroy the data for so long?Could it be that there is something of concern in the building?Then I'll give it a try...'

"...that's enough."

Gin covered his face.

He felt that Chablis' crazy drinking thinking was probably like this...

Damn, he can understand so well, does it mean that he is also going crazy?

No, he wants to drink wolfberry water!

Gin roared silently in his heart, after all he was too lazy to get up from his seat to get the goji berries in the cabinet—he pierced through the compartment on the 20th floor today as if venting, and ran all the way back to Mihua Town from West Tama.

He is tired.

The only good news today is that people from the FBI also appeared in the Twin Towers. It seems that those people should be convinced of the news that the organization has taken action.

In this way, soon, people like the FBI will take action...

In this way, they can report to them in a logical manner and attract the attention of unscrupulous bosses.

——If the unscrupulous boss thinks that this is the FBI wanting to wipe out the organization, then they will definitely let them clean up the other party...

Use the hands of the FBI to clean up some of the intelligence agents who usually linger in the shadows of the city.

The organization builds a huge database of data, and the source of information cannot only rely on them, members of the core operation team who can only squeeze their teeth. The main force of intelligence collection is in the special intelligence department, and even Gin usually has no access to it...

Unless it is a major operation, or a joint operation, and the intelligence personnel of their operation group cannot collect information, it is possible to get online with the intelligence group.

"Warrior's words..."

Gin supported half of his face, and wrote unknown characters on the paper.

"Not in a hurry."

Chapter 245 Residual Silent Testimony (Door Visit)

Two days later, at the end of winter, on February 2th.

Inside the Mori Detective Agency, Conan sat on the sofa, almost scratching his head——

He thought about it for two whole days, but he still couldn't figure out the cause and effect of this incident.

There are only two things that he has a little clue about:

One is the death of Mr. Hara Jiaming, [-]% of which was caused by gin; the other is the first explosion in the Twin Towers. According to Mr. Kazama Hidehiko, that floor is the computer room. there……

Conan boldly speculates, could it be that Yuan Jiaming originally had some connection with the organization, and then transmitted some information to the Tokiwa Group's computer, and the organization planned such an incident just to destroy the corpse...

But what is the purpose of the subsequent series of explosions?

Huiyuan is so sure that it wasn't the gin that did it, so who else is there?

Since the person who died at the Cupido Hotel last time was Pisk, there are not many remaining candidates...

Also, the man who wanted to kill Yuanzi was definitely from that organization; and judging from the fact that the other party silenced him after the action failed, it is likely that he will continue to target Yuanzi...

Fortunately, after Yuanzi came back, he probably felt that this hairstyle was unlucky, so he straightened it the next day.

...But there are still too many doubts about the problem. Because it was too late that night, he didn't follow him to the Metropolitan Police Department. He didn't know how the police officer named Matsuda guessed that the other party was the bomber. That time, it was weird to dismantle the bomb directly;

Also, that Dogen Sankami...

He remembered that there was no such person among those who escaped at that time!

However, when he left, this person left talking and laughing with Tokiwa Mio...

Conan hugged his head, and ravaged his head frantically:

"Ahhh! It's so annoying!"

Kogoro Mori, who was drinking and reading the newspaper, gave Conan a speechless look: What's bothering you, a brat?

Seeing Conan's irritable look, Mao Lilan wanted to come over and ask what's wrong, but just in time, the office's phone rang.

Xiaolan looked at her father who was motionless on the seat, and Conan who was crazily scratching his hair, sighed, and answered the phone:

"Hello, this is the Mori Detective Agency...Eh? Are you looking for a missing person?"

"Um... a software engineer who has been missing for a week?"

When Xiaolan heard that it was an entrusted call, she immediately took out a pen and wrote down the simple entrusted content.

Conan on the scratching belt froze, his expression shaking:

software engineer?

He remembered that Mr. Yuan Jiaming was also a software engineer... Could it be again! ?

Mori Kogoro looked at today's time, and immediately whispered: "Xiao Lan, I'm going to record Ms. Yoko's program tonight, so you just say I'm not free..."

Mao Lilan gave him a sideways look, and immediately smiled and said to the other end of the phone: "Yes, right away, after all, my father is fine today."

Maori Kogoro:"……"

How could he have such a cheating daughter?

Conan clenched his fists, his eyes sparkled:

Well done Xiaolan!

Yoshi, this way, when the client comes over, he will know what is going on...

……

Tokyo, organize a certain base.

Gin made a hutch, got up and took a shower.

Then the first thing he did was to look at the calendar, and then he pouted, "Well, it's winter again..."

July 2nd...

Gin felt that this date seemed a little familiar. After turning on the computer, he first went through the task list.

"Well, there is no task."

After clicking the mouse twice, more than a dozen tasks were assigned, leaving none for myself.

He was suddenly very glad that Chablis had asked to return the mission block...

Thanks to Chablis for being taken for granted!

Gin made himself a glass of goji berry water, then continued to sit in front of the computer, and began to scan the emails sent to him by members, and sent group replies.

The sound of his getting up was probably heard by Vodka.

The latter knocked on Gin's room door cautiously, walked in and said, "Brother, that software engineer hasn't responded to the email yet, should I confirm in advance?"

Qin Jiu moved his ears and raised his head in doubt: "What engineer?"

"...Software engineer, that's Takuo Itakura."

Vodka looked at Gin worriedly: My eldest brother won't forget again, right?The mission record I only read a few days ago...

"...Oh, the one that Tequila was looking for before."

Qin Jiu rubbed his brows.

The memory he has now is indeed not very good, but as long as the reminder is in place, he will immediately recall all the memories related to this person-a good sign.

I still remember that Belmode seemed to have urged this person.

"The mission time is... the day after tomorrow morning, which is zero o'clock on the 15th." Qin Jiu also remembered the time, "less than two days...you can check again in the early morning tonight, and there is no reply. Just contact the members and find someone."

"Okay big brother."