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

How did you sweep it?

Probably those strongholds that were open to the outside world were "kicked" by Chablis. According to the description of the members, it seems that the other party wore a bald head and smashed the door of the store with a hammer, and then asked the members if they had seen it with a list. this person.

Some members also sent Gin the contents of the list that Chablis showed them.

Gin looked at the content and was silent.

Isn't this his own subordinate who immediately sent a message after seeing Chablis coming, and then hid?

Not being caught by Chablis, it seems that more than ten years of education were not in vain.

Fortunately, Chablis only has a list but no photos, as long as his subordinates live in another place.

It's mainly about Chablis' kicking the pavilion...

Gin rubbed his brains, and sent out a group instruction to leave Chablis alone, and let him do whatever he liked.

This stream of news was almost all reporting this matter, so Gin Jiu simply closed the mailbox.

It's just that after closing it for a while, Qin Jiu suddenly felt that something was not right.

"...Did I forget something?"

Gin rubbed his chin and poured himself another glass of water.

Let him think about it, before he fell asleep, what else was on his mind...

"By the way, it was Chablis who went to Yokohama, Noah came to report, and then..."

Reminiscing and remembering, the movement of drinking gin and water suddenly slowed down, his expression gradually became dazed, and he turned his head stiffly like a rusty machine.

Autumn Bean Sacks…

Didn't Noah say that Conan killed Itakura Zhuoke?

I'm ignorant, who is the person who told Vodka to change the time?Ghost?

Gin was afraid that he was dazed from sleep just now, so he quickly read the email again, and he was sure that it was correct. Vodka really said that the time had changed!

Is this an imposter?Or Itakura Zhuo asked someone to conduct software transactions for him?

After being a little startled, the gin immediately cooled down again: there are members watching near the trading place, and they are not afraid of the other party's tricks.

Looking at the time, the corners of Gin Jiu's mouth twitched twice.

Good guy, it's almost three o'clock in the morning... He's been sleeping for a long time.

"...Go and have a look."

Gin looked at the place where the vodka was traded, immediately put on his coat and hat, checked his belongings, and left the base immediately.

This task is related to the problem he will report later, and there must be no mistakes...

However, judging from this situation, if the other party is the "middleman" that Itakura Zhuo found in advance, then the software is likely to be still in the hands of the other party, and perhaps it can be considered for private possession;

If someone is impersonating...

What is that man trying to do?

Qin Jiu looked cold, and silently started the car, but his eyes were a little inexplicable:

It can't really be someone from the FBI who came to meddle, right?

That's a bit off the mark.

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It was nearly four o'clock in the morning.

On the street at the corner of Hanqiao Station, a dark car was parked on the side of the road.

Standing beside the car was a big man in dark sunglasses, with a cigarette in his mouth, and a mobile phone in his hand, pressing it back and forth.

After a while, he stopped and poked his head in the direction of the station.

"Haven't you come yet? It's really slow."

Vodka muttered, put the cigarette butt into the ashtray in the car, then put his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly into the station.

In a space underground, there are rows of coin-operated lockers that have not yet been used.

Vodka waved the flashlight around, but didn't see a single ghost. Just as he was about to wait against the wall, he accidentally saw a note inserted in the coin-operated locker that was agreed to be used for trading.

"...This is, a check?"

Vodka scratched his head.

This seems to be the reward promised to Itakura Zhuo before, right?

So, this software engineer arrived early and left the money behind...that thing here too?

Vodka opened the cabinet door, and sure enough, he saw a plastic box containing a software CD lying quietly in the cabinet, and the surrounding area was covered with adhesive tape to fix it.

Vodka: "..."

Just put it here, why bother to put a tape on it?Increase his workload?

The vodka was tapped twice, but because he was wearing gloves, he couldn't tear off the tape for a long time.

Helpless, he had no choice but to take off the gloves and tear them off, while cursing at Itakura Zhuo in his heart...

Hearing the sound of him tearing off the tape, a figure hiding in the locker showed a sinister smile of success.

However, his smile froze in the next moment——

"Vodka, what are you doing?"

The low hoarse and gloomy voice made the two people here shiver at the same time.

Especially the figure hiding in the dark, after his heartbeat stopped suddenly, his breathing was a little short.

"Big brother?"

Vodka was just taken aback, because he was all too familiar with the sound.

Looking back, isn't he my eldest brother?

...

The gin actually came down after the vodka, and even watched the vodka buckle in the cabinet behind.

It's just that no one noticed him because of the silence.

"Brother, that fellow Itakura Zhuo glued the software in the cabinet, and I'm..." Vodka said, pulling out the CD box with his hand, "This is it."

Gin raised his eyebrows, held the disc in his hand, "Didn't you see anyone?"

"No, no." Vodka swallowed, "I think he should have arrived long ago, put his things here and leave..."

"Did you see someone?"

"No……"

Vodka lowered his head like a schoolboy being scolded.

I always feel that big brother is in a bad mood now...

Gin glanced at him, put on gloves and tore off all the remaining tape, and then wiped it inside a few times, closed the cabinet, and said bitterly, "How long ago did you get here?"

Vodka shrank his head: "Five, more than five minutes..."

"This disc will not be kept in the cabinet for more than 10 minutes." Gin shook the disc, and said earnestly and educationally, "There is still warmth on the disc, which means that the disc has not left the holder for a long time... Monitored Did the members see anyone leave?"

"No... I haven't seen anyone come out for nearly 10 minutes..."

"Oh?"

Gin rolled his eyelids, his voice gradually became colder:

"Then, that person should have entered here 10 minutes ago and arranged the scene."

He opened the CD case, checked it, and took out a letter transmitter that was stuck with tape, and crushed it with a little force.

"The tape is to collect your fingerprints, and the transmitter on the disc is to track our location."

After checking the disc again, Qin Jiu put it in his pocket, and glanced at the dark place.

"That person is still here."

Chapter 255 Oh, it's Conan, it's okay

"The person who played the disc is still here."

Gin said very firmly.

In fact, he said so much, he just wanted to educate Vodka, and by the way, warn people in the dark that he is not so easy to fool.

In fact, after he got down, he heard another breathing sound, and his breathing became significantly worse after hearing him speak...

After Vodka was stunned for a moment, he revealed his fierce side, and took out a gun from his arms: "So, that fellow Itakura..."

"No, it can't be him."

Gin firmly denied it, and after seeing Vodka's puzzled expression, he realized that he was a little full of words.

There was a moment of silence, "Itakura Zhuo has a heart attack?"

"Eh? Yes, he told me that he was going to be hospitalized for an operation..."

"A person with heart disease drove all the way here at this hour in the morning. Do you think he didn't die fast enough?"

Gin patted Vodka on the shoulder with an encouraging look.

He felt that even if Itakura Taku was not killed by Conanke, he would have to be tortured to death by vodka.

Vodka: "..."

As if, indeed, he was less human?

...No, no, the big brother's focus should not be this!

"Then, isn't it just someone pretending to be Itakura Zhuo to trade with us?!"

Vodka's brain is not too dull, and under the heavy reminder of gin, he realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Ah... That's right, no matter what he wants to do, he wants to track our identities, this has reached the bottom line." Qin Jiu looked coldly into the deep darkness, "Let's deal with it."