[Conan] My years at the winery

I got gin and vodka.

A silver-haired man appeared in front of me.

"How's the Karasuma consortium?" Qin Jiu asked me.

"Gin, what's your real name?" I asked him too.

I spoke with him at the same time, then Gin turned to look at me and said, "How did you think of asking this?"

"The organization is gone, and it feels a bit strange to be called by a code name." I put my hand on the steering wheel, looked at the red light ahead, and said, "You can also call me by my name directly in the future."

"As for the Karasuma consortium...it's just a matter of time. In a few days, it will be finished. Don't worry."

"Your name? Shimazaki Zhen? Or Karasuma Zhen?" Qin Jiu laughed after hearing what I said.

I:……………………

No, neither of those are my names.

Karasuma, I know what's going on, Shimazaki... Oh, I remembered, it was the name I filled in when I filled in the name on Mermaid Island, and I lied that it was mine real name.

But oh, not really.

"Zhong Lizhen." I was silent for a while, and after the green light turned on, I started the car, "My name is Zhong Lizhen."

Gin: …………………

He was not surprised at all.

"The Kurosawa Formation."

Is this Master Qin's name?On Mermaid Island, Gin didn't have a fake name?

However, the pronunciation of the name of Gin, Zhongzhen, is the same as that of Gin in Japanese, so the name Gin and Jinjun are actually the same name, right?

"Then Vodka, are you really called Uozuka Sanro?" I asked Vodka in the back seat.

"Yes."

I:……………………

So, on Mermaid Island, I was the only one who filled in my fake name?

Are all the people in the organization so honest?

Haibara Ai also filled in his real name Miyano Shiho at the time, and I was the only one who filled in a pseudonym, and shamelessly lied that it was my real name.

After releasing the vodka on the way, Gin and I went back to the villa.

As I walked into the kitchen, Gin sat down in the living room and started digging out.

A large pile of weapons was placed on the table in the living room by Gin. He looked at some of the treasures he had used for several years with some nostalgia, and then picked up the □□M9.

This is the gun he was using when he first went on a mission.

Like his beloved car, the Porsche 356A, this gun has been with him for more than ten years.

It's been so long.

Before meeting Zhen, Qin Jiu always thought that he would always be in the organization, just like his childhood, his youth and his youth, his middle age and old age, maybe he would always be in the organization.

Of course, the premise is that he can live to middle age.

He is not yet middle-aged, but the organization has been indirectly destroyed in his hands.

Because Zhen.

But he thought it was good.

Before, he had nowhere to go but the organization, he didn't care about anything but the organization, except after the organization...... He didn't seem to be him anymore.

But it's fine.

No one is static.

Gin had already prepared for the worst, after wanting to destroy the organization.

He imagined that he died with the organization, he also imagined that after he failed, he was executed by the organization, and he imagined that after he succeeded, he lost his shelter and wandered around.

But the result was nothing like what he had imagined.

He destroyed the organization for Zhen, and Zhen also left other forces under Renye Karasuma for him.

He didn't leave a way out for himself, but Zhen helped him find a way out for him.

After getting the news that the organization had been taken away, Qin Jiu only felt that the big stone in his heart had fallen, and he was left with a sense of relief.

That's fine.

In the future, I will probably do whatever I want, without having to be upset about trash teammates, without worrying about harm from peers, and without having to face endless betrayals and undercover agents.

Really, just fine.

Gin thought a lot, but what remained in his mind in the end was the troubled appearance of the child when he grew up.

There is such a person, as long as you think about it, you will feel very happy.

It's a weird feeling, but not annoying.

"Mr. Zhen, I'm going to make pan-fried saury and braised pork, what else do you want?" The other party's voice came from the kitchen.

"Have you bought any tofu?"

"No, I went late today, and the good ones are gone. The Huaguo tofu Japanese market sells very little," the voice from the kitchen continued, "But I bought winter bamboo shoots and lettuce, as well as radishes, fried winter bamboo shoots and stewed. How about radish and lamb?"

"It's fine, anyway, your craftsmanship is very good." Gin put some things on the table and put them on his body, and picked up some, planning to tidy up and put them in the basement, "You plan to save the lettuce for tomorrow morning Sandwich? The sandwich method learned by Bourbon?"

"what happened?"

"I do not like."

I:……………………

Okay, what can I do, coax.

"Then save it for beef burgers tomorrow?"

"can."

Fine.

I don't like beef burgers, but I don't hate them either.

While I was cooking, my phone vibrated. It was a message from my Scottish father, inviting me to dinner. He and Bourbon had a big meal to celebrate, and invited their classmates. It was a party.

I:……………………

want to eat.

But it is impossible for me to leave my master Qin here, let alone eat at the villa and then go to Bourbon, Scotland to eat again, and the most impossible thing is to take my master Qin with us.

After all Scottish and Bourbon classmates, what classmates?Students who can celebrate together are colleagues, and colleagues and classmates are students of the police academy.

And if Qin Jiu and I came to the door, it would be called a self-inflicted trap.

To that, all I have to say is that I'm already cooking, so let's not get past it.

Then……………………

Another message jumped out of Scotland.

"Making it for gin?"

I:……………………

Don't be so sharp.

Obviously, Scotland and Bourbon also understand that I am a person who would rather go out to eat or eat than cook, so I quickly guessed that I am cooking, but it is not only what I want to eat alone meal.

I turned off my phone, guilty as if I didn't see it.

After a while, the phone vibrated again.

This time it's bourbon.

He sent me pictures of the meals he and Scotland made this time.

I:……………………

Inexplicably, I felt like when I was still in Italy, he sent me food pictures every day before I went to bed, and I felt like I was beaten up.

I don't believe that Bourbon didn't know that I couldn't come. Scotland probably told Bourbon that I couldn't be there, and also told Bourbon about the fact that I pretended to be dead and didn't reply, and then Bourbon sent these pictures Come over to provoke me, want me to call and scold back.

If I did, Scotland would probably know about playing dead.

So, I, keep diving.

After the food was ready and brought to the table, Gin was called to eat.

Um……………………

Anyway, it's just me and Gin, why don't we have a candlelight dinner in the future?