CONAN: I have a compositing station

Leaving the Polestar Bar, Natsuki sat in his car, put the seat down, lay in the car for a while, and did not leave in a hurry.

The cup of Hawaiian Cool just now drank too quickly, and my stomach was a little upset.

Drinking alcohol on an empty stomach is not very good for the stomach.

When he was in the cold noodle man's house before, Xia Mu didn't dare to touch the food, and he originally planned to eat a little casually outside, but he was called over by gin wine again.

Xia Mu originally thought that he would eat a little of the money he had contributed over the years for dinner.

Who knew that the organization was so poor that he would let him go out on a mission and not give funds for the event, and he would not care about a meal, and three people would sit in the bar under the organization's own name, and one person would pass it off with a glass of wine.

He would never admit that he forgot to ask Gin Jiu about the funds.

Definitely gin forgot to give.

Natsuki decided to remind Gin Sake next time.

While Natsuki was thinking about it, gin and vodka also came out of the North Star Bar.

Natsuki's car was parked near Polestar Bar, and the two could be seen at a glance.

Gin Jiu is still wearing his unchanging trench coat, covering half of his face, pressing his long hair under his hat, followed by a fierce vodka.

The aura on Gin Jiu's body was too powerful, and passers-by did not dare to pass by next to them.

"Boss."

When Natsuki saw the ginjiu, he immediately got up and got out of the car and walked to the ginjiu.

Gin Jiu did not speak, but just walked on his own, with anger on his face.

The vodka hand on the other side has reached into his arms, eager to try.

But Gin Jiu did not speak, he did not dare to move.

"This target location, boss, have you been there, how long does it take to drive, you have to add a lot of fuel on the road, is there a restaurant over there?"

Natsuki followed the ginjiu, pretending to be chatting as he walked.

When you get out of the bar, you can't talk about things so freely.

Hearing Natsuki's words, Gin Jiu's brow furrowed for a moment, and he glanced sideways at Natsuki.

The island country is a little big, how much oil does it consume?

With Natsuki's income, do you still have to worry about fuel consumption?

"I don't know."

Gin Jiu replied coldly.

Walking to the parking place, Gin pulled the door and sat in the co-pilot, and vodka expertly sat in the cab.

"Also, the co-pilot's side is full of cigarette butts, and you don't drive yourself when you see the boss."

Natsuki also followed and got into the car.

"Something to say."

Gin Jiu glanced at the time, and then directly asked Natsuki's purpose.

The words that Xia Mu was about to exit stopped at his lips, seeing that the gin wine seemed to be in a hurry, so he had to say it directly.

"Money."

Natsuki said a word that surprised Gin Jiu, and Gin Jiu's hand playing cigarette ash obviously paused.

"You're still short of money? Your kid paints that thing, and his monthly income is not low. Vodka

sitting in the co-pilot glanced at Natsuki through the rearview mirror, he and the boss extorted a hundred million, and they also need to be careful.

Natsuki only needs to stay at home and start the pen, and the money will be remitted to the card by himself, which is easier than them.

"I handed over the money,"

Xia Mu was not happy when he heard this.

"I didn't leave any extra money for myself except for living expenses, but I was loyal to the organization."

Xia Mu spread his hands, where did he still have any money.

"And I'm an adult now, I can do things for the organization, and why do I draw comics, I have always wanted to do things for the organization and contribute what I can to the organization."

Natsuki said unashamedly.

Although after the fusion, Natsuki also has some abilities of the original body, but he can only draw and cannot create.

And drawing comics is not what he wants.

"You have to be paid for your work."

"It has to be you, vodka, and let me work, and let me pay the organization, and the capitalists are ashamed of themselves."

Speaking of this, Natsuki pointed directly at the vodka and began to complain bitterly.

......

Vodka, who was pointed and scolded by Natsuki, did not touch the gun in his arms this time, he did not look at Natsuki's expression in the rearview mirror, and his face was a little embarrassed.

He followed Gin Wine all day, only knowing that Natsuki wanted to provide funds to the organization and collect money regularly, and he didn't think about this problem.

Dealing with traitors with his eldest brother every day, Natsuki began to fund the organization before he was yet an adult, and such loyal members were indeed rarely seen.

Natsuki's voice continued to complain.

Vodka felt some inexplicable guilt and couldn't help but look at the gin for help.

Surrounded by Natsuki like this. He didn't even react, it was Xia Mu himself who offered to provide funds to the organization, and this matter had nothing to do with him.

Gin Jiu glanced at the vodka that was taken into the ditch by Natsuki, and had a headache, although this subordinate is easy to use, but his brain has always been a hard wound.

However, what Natsuki said is indeed correct, and if Natsuki is on a mission, Natsuki should indeed be funded.

"Okay, the funds will be given to you then."

Gin Jiu interrupted Natsuki's chatter.

Natsuki, who was scolding vodka while not forgetting to tell him about his loyalty to the organization, stopped.

Natsuki, who finally won his salary, stopped satisfied, then pulled the car door and left.

Vodka secretly glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Natsuki who was free to retract, and the whole person froze.

Xia Mu just burst into tears, and then left like a nobody.

"Drive."

Gin Jiu said lightly, then reached out and turned on the car's radio, tuned to the music channel, lay down in the co-pilot and began to close his eyes.

......

Natsuki returned to the car with a smile on his lips.

Successfully getting paid, it's a good start.

Although this salary, in a sense, comes from the funds that Natsuki used to provide to the organization....

Natsuki successfully changed from working for the organization and paying a salary to working for the organization and paying his own salary....

Thinking about it, the smile at the corner of Natsuki's mouth disappeared.

"Gan!"

Natsuki felt that he was still too young and still could not escape the fate of being exploited by the organization.

Organize the arranged task, Natsuki is ready to solve it as soon as possible and get the negative items early.

At that time, synthesize a street lamp that can be freely retracted, hang the members of the organization one by one, and then hang it on the top of Mt. Fuji for three days and three nights.

The items crafted by the crafting table are all random, so it takes enough negative items to make it possible to combine what Natsuki wants.

So next, Natsuki needs to make a name for himself as soon as possible in order to receive enough commissions to obtain negative items.

When the discomfort in his stomach disappeared, Natsuki collected his thoughts and drove away.

Natsuki first found a place to fill his stomach before driving home.

By the time I got home, it was already dark.

Parking the car in the yard, Natsuki found that there were traces of being entered in his home.

Placed in the corner of the wall, the green vegetation people tripped over.

Although the man had already cleaned up, returned everything to its original position, and the dirt had been swept away.

But when Xia Mu got out of the car, he accidentally glanced at it, and still saw that the soil was obviously lighter in the green plant pot.

Conan?

Impossible, Natsuki knew that Conan could not climb the walls of his own house.

Even with the help of the Doctor's props, Conan knows the layout of Natsuki's yard and will not touch the flower pot.