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

"Wait, Chablis, there should be someone in this house, the Lord said, as a guest, we can't be so rude." Graf reached out his hand to stop Chablis' violent break-in.

"...Why didn't I see you stop before?"

Chablis looked at his teammates dissatisfied.

They have broken down the doors of several houses just now, because no one answered the door...

When they broke into it, they found that the buildings were all abandoned, and they didn't know how long they had been abandoned. The floor and furniture inside were covered with a layer of ash, and they almost choked to death on the ash when they went in.

However, Chablis still put away the hammer as good as he could—he thought about it, and he probably felt that it was not elegant to break in like this.

So Chablis adjusted his tie, took off his hat, and was about to knock on the door.

Unexpectedly, Graf was one step ahead of him, with a devout look on his face, he slammed the door twice with his fist, and his voice was full of fanaticism:

"The Lord said, God loves the world, if you don't open the door, God won't love you... and the door won't either."

Chablis: "..."

With all due respect, it would be better to let him hit it with a hammer.

Chablis slowly took out his hammer, looked at his teammate's shiny head, and thought about which angle to attack from.

Graf knocked hard on the door for a while, but found no movement, turned his head and said:

"Chablis, I think we may have missed out again..."

Immediately, he saw Chablis' unfriendly eyes against his forehead and the hammer in his hand, and fell into a moment of silence.

"Chablis..." Graff mourned, "I have always regarded you as my biological brother."

My own brother actually wanted to hit his head with a hammer...how sad?

"Oh, my good brother!" Chablis grinned, "If you keep blocking the door, I will really knock down."

Graf immediately stepped back a meter to the side and gestured for you.

Immediately, Chablis slammed his hammer at the door at an extremely fast speed.

"Kuang!"

"Kuang!"

"Kuang!"

After knocking hard a few times, the door panel was smashed into several potholes immediately by Chablis, and then he came to the door lock again, and kicked again——

The door just opened.

Simple, rude.

The two entered the house, looking at the empty room, Graf showed a disappointed expression: "Chablis, it seems that we have found the wrong one again."

"……yes?"

Chablis scanned the room and showed a very leisurely smile.

"We confirmed two numbers on the front, back, left, and right sides of this house, so this is the only thing left." He touched the shoe cabinet next to the door, "Besides, it's not that no one lives here."

"... Chablis, you are right."

Graff focused on the floor. "There's dirt on the door, and shoe prints. Someone's been in this house before us."

"But it seems that you slammed the door so hard that people didn't dare to come out."

Graff looked at Chablis accusingly.

The latter spread his hands with a hammer: "Oh, my dear friend, what does this have to do with me?"

He closed the broken door and shouted into the room: "Hey, is there anyone? We don't mean any harm, we just want to do a resident survey~"

The house was quiet.

Only Chablis' voice echoed in the room.

The houses here are warehouses on the lower floors, and people live on the upper floors. The area is not very large, only about 70 square meters on the first floor.

There is no entrance after entering the door, you can directly see the living room, and the dining room and kitchen are on the right.

The sofa surrounds the coffee table and there are drinking cups on it, making Chablis reconfirm that someone must have lived here before.

Chapter 251 Chablis' Bold Conjecture

There are also a few books scattered on the sofa.

Chablis went over and flipped through them, only to find that they were all recent magazines.

Slightly narrowing his eyes, he told Graf, "Graf, search the room."

Graf refused: "Why? Do you want to read these good-looking cartoons by yourself?"

"This is a magazine!" Chablis twitched cheekily, "Go if you are told!"

He still needs to judge this person's preferences through magazines...annoying!

Seeing that Chablis was showing signs of losing his temper, Graf didn't hold back anymore, and entered the first bedroom on the left with a cross in one hand and a revolver in the other.

Chablis hastily flipped through the magazine, but didn't see anything, and then aimed at the cup on the coffee table.

"Hmm... is this celadon?"

Chablis picked up a porcelain cup with black residue on the bottom, his eyes sparkled.

These cups are very popular in the UK...

The perfect cup for afternoon tea.

Chablis glanced at the room, confirmed that Graff hadn't come out, quickly poured out the residue in the cup, and put it into his arms.

After Graff came out of the room, Chablis was already rummaging through the lockers and bookshelves outside.

He searched indiscriminately, like a burglar...

"Chablis, there is nothing in the room."

Graff reported something, then turned and continued into the second room.

And Chablis was still rummaging through boxes and cabinets there, not knowing what he wanted to find in these boxes and cabinets.

After Graf came out of the room again, Chablis had finished searching, and stood beside the sofa staring at the ceiling.

"He's not here, should we wait for him to come back?"

Graf raised the cross above his head, as if it would allow the Holy Light to shine on his bald head.

"What if it's there?" Chablis had much richer thoughts than Graff, squinted his eyes, looked at the floor again, and stomped his foot, "Tell me, could this person come to us after seeing us coming?" Run... or hid?"

"...What I say doesn't count." Graff solemnly placed the cross in front of his chest, "This requires the will of the Lord."

The corner of Chablis' mouth twitched, and he shook his hands helplessly: "Okay, then ask your master where he is."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a few steps forward and stomped his foot again.

And there was a clear difference in the sound of his two landings.

Chablis stared at the wrinkled carpet on the floor, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he squatted down to lift it away, revealing the floor with obvious notches underneath.

A slender rope also extends from the gap in the notch.

'Oh——'

Chablis picked up the rope and pulled it lightly, and a piece of the floor was easily flipped up by him.

"Oh! Look what I found." His eyes were filled with a smug smile, "Graf, turn on the light."

After turning on the light, Graf also came over, staring at the dark passage: "Oh, omnipotent God, is this a secret passage?"

"No, no, I think this should be connected to the warehouse... Don't believe me, go down and have a look?"

"No, Chablis, you found this, and you should go."

"I'll let you go!"

Chablis directly kicked Graf and kicked him down.

Then, he himself took out his mobile phone and dialed:

"Monitor the entrance and exit here, and everyone who enters and exits from here must report to me!"

After giving simple instructions, Chablis put away his mobile phone and stared at this abnormal passage.

This place definitely has something to do with gin, otherwise he would go to believe in Christ...

'But looking at it this way, the traitor has nothing to do with him again. ' Chablis touched his chin and fell into thought.

Immediately, he laughed nervously again, staring at the underground passage with pleasure in his eyes: "But, acting privately and recruiting members behind the back of the organization is also a serious crime...Gin."

Chablis didn't know what Gin was doing here...

However, he believed that as long as he continued to search, he would be able to find out the truth.

At that time, he will be able to sit firmly on the charge that gin is a traitor!

Chablis shuddered at the thought of this—but what good would it do him to be so obsessed with gin?

No benefit...not only nothing, but time and effort.

In order to mobilize these people to help him guard, a large part of the burden of the task was placed on Ireland's shoulders.

Ireland, which is running around the map, has scolded Chablis no less than ten times in his heart...

However, no problem.

Chablis felt his nose itch, "Hey, Graff, did you find anything down there?"

Graf's voice rose faintly from below: "The Lord said, anyone who kicks my ass will have no wife."

Chablis: "..."

Well, sooner or later he and Graff will have a fight.

But seeing that the other party was still able to get on with it, Chablis knew that there was probably nothing to see next.

"Since there is nothing, let's go and go to the next place."

"Where?"