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

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What's the matter, big brother?

After hanging up the phone, Qin Jiusheng continued to flip through emails without love.

People's mobile phones can send text messages, but he can't.

...but why?

Why did this huge gap suddenly appear?

Qin Jiu read the email, and suddenly a possibility popped up in his mind, and he drew Lie Tian's itinerary in the notebook.

"Lie just changed today... That is to say, when he stayed in Yokohama, his mobile phone should still be the same as mine." Qin Jiu wrote out his thoughts, "Then the problem only appeared after coming to Tokyo , and the only direct contact with Lie is the policeman..."

So, could it be because of the police that the mobile phone has changed?

"...It's still a bit outrageous."

Gin poked his forehead with a pen.

He remembered, the smartphone in Scotland's pocket last time...

At that time, only Shuichi Akai and Bourbon were present, but Shuichi Akai didn't have a mobile phone yet, and only Bourbon had one, but Bourbon never took it out to look at it later.

So Bourbon's mobile phone at that time...could it also be a smartphone? ?

……

Forget it, why should he consider this non-material world problem.

But Gin always felt that there was a layer of film between him and the truth, as long as he found the needle, he could solve the case...

Gin: "..."

Could it be that he has dementia again, so he forgot some key points?

Well, it seems that I have to buy some medicinal materials and boil them to replenish my brain...

Originally, Gin had finished all the affairs after five o'clock, and planned to catch up on a few hours of sleep.

But I was stunned by two weird mobile phone incidents and completely lost my sleepiness...

In the end, the gin was all night.

All-nighters are the norm - self-soothing from the gin.

However, apart from gin, there were a few other people who also spent the whole night with serious thoughts.

Rice Market.

A man vents his anger incessantly in an apartment building:

"Damn it! Damn it! Those incompetent policemen...why didn't they explode! Why!"

He obviously put a bomb in the hospital, why didn't it explode? !Obviously no police went there!

The sinister man vented all night, thinking hard for a long time, and he didn't know why. He just swore in his heart that he would blow up those policemen next time.

……

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Only the on-duty personnel are left in the Metropolitan Police Department...

However, as far as the number of cases in Tokyo is concerned, staying up all night is the norm - the helpless confession from the police officers of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Search a lesson.

All the police officers who were on duty all night were tired, but their faces were full of joy from top to bottom.

Can you not be happy?When had they stopped a bombing as successfully as yesterday?And there were no casualties at all, and the superiors had already named and praised their class.

However, there was only one person, with depressed eyes and no happy expression on his face, looking at the computer seriously.

It was Matsuda Jinpei.

"I said you...you have been frowning all night." His partner, Miwako Sato, was also working overtime, and came over with a cup of coffee, "Why are you crying so much when the case is settled? Come, coffee."

"Thanks."

Matsuda Jinpei took the coffee and took a sip, his eyes still serious, and said to Miwako Sato:

"It just prevented the explosion... The prisoner hasn't been found yet, has he? In this way, the case is far from being resolved..."

Miwako Sato had a helpless expression, "That's right..."

But the criminal is so cunning, it is too difficult to find out.

"Besides, I can't rest assured that the man wearing the helmet hasn't been found for a day."

Matsuda Jinpei extinguished his cigarette, staring at the screened member information with a solemn expression.

"But, that person helped us dismantle the bomb anyway, maybe he is a good person?"

Miwako Sato tried to comfort her.

Comfort failed.

Matsuda Zhenping shook his head: "It's definitely not a good person... It's unknown why he took the bomb, and it may be other criminals."

Although there is no evidence, he just has this hunch.

And possession of explosives is also illegal.

"And, didn't you see it? He jumped from the 70-meter-high Ferris wheel, basically jumping to the ground at a speed of free fall, and escaped into the crowd like a normal person..."

Matsuda Jinpei took a deep breath, "This person is too dangerous."

Later, he also used some small tricks to try to swindle people out, but unfortunately he failed.

Finding this person is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack, and it is even more difficult.

Miwako Sato: "..."

Why didn't she feel threatened by that person?

Could it be that Matsuda became angry from embarrassment...

Chapter 66 Tequila: Master Gin's mission must not fail!

The working hours are always long.

But working and working, I often don’t know where the time goes...

From the end of October to the beginning of March.

Many members of the organization have found that the big tasks are gone, and only some trivial things are left.

The big head is that they take money from others, including but not limited to threats of fraud and extortion...

The trivial matter is that they give money to others in exchange for information needed by the organization, including but not limited to the financial circles...

Of course, in the minds of peripheral members, the size is like this.

But in the eyes of core members, intelligence is much more important than money...

Especially the old members, how can they not know how rich the organization is?

The organization went to extortion because of lack of money?

Just kidding, it's for emergencies--the money stolen by the organization will basically not be used, and God knows what the organization's real source of funds is.

And the information bought from all kinds of people is the foundation for the survival of the organization.

If you really analyze it carefully, maybe half of Japan's high-level executives have economic or intelligence contacts with the organization...

and so.

Tequila is in a serious mood right now.

Now, it has been more than a year since Qin Jiu gave him the task.

However, he only collected less than [-] software engineers, and the quality is uneven. For the organization, this number is definitely not enough.

And one more important point:

The software engineer that Gin made him pay attention to, the man named Itakura Taku, has just returned to Japan recently, and he hasn't had time to get in touch with him yet...

Although Gin didn't limit the completion time of the task, the rules in the organization naturally stated that the sooner the task was completed, the better.

Tequila seriously read the message from Taku Itakura sent by his subordinates yesterday, and already fully understood what she was going to do:

"We must find a way to get this software and hand it over to the organization."

Tequila pressed down her top hat, dressed in black, took a suitcase full of [-] yen bills, and strode out.

The task entrusted by Mr. Qin must not fail!

……

Lezhuo Games Company.

Itakura Zhuo wore glasses and typed codes in his dedicated office.

When he was about to take a break and drink some water, a voice suddenly came from outside the door:

"Boss, Mr. Itakura is here, so I'll excuse you first..."

Itakura Zhuo had an impression of this voice, it seemed to be the little girl in the stands on this floor.

Then, a man hummed in a low voice, and there was a knock on the office door.

Itakura Zhuo was slightly stunned.