Conan's I'm really not a model worker in a winery

Chapter 62 There are hundreds of millions of criminals running rampant recently

November 7, early morning.

Gin sat in front of the computer, holding a newspaper and watching the latest news.

The active period of the action members has almost begun, but Gin can feel that the current tasks are obviously getting less and less year by year.

On the contrary...

Looking at the newspaper, there is a page about bombings, a page about murders, a page about robbery of jewelry...

Gin's half-moon eyes were already rolled up, "Criminals are really rampant nowadays."

Before the organization could take action, these criminals began to use tricks.

And each one made more noise than the organization.

Gin looked at the case, smashed it, and couldn't help but sigh at how efficient the Japanese police were, not even a single prisoner was caught.

Of course, the absence of these is not an important reason for their reduced burden...

The important reason is: these murderers, demolition criminals, and robbers often kill their targets at every turn.

As a result, the tasks of organization members are inexplicably reduced.

Maybe except for Gin, no one else knew the reason, and thought that the organization's funds were almost saturated...

In this unexpected situation, Ginjiu also said that there was nothing he could do to help.

Yesterday, a member encountered the target's enemy's revenge while trading with the target, and wanted to kill the target quickly.

However, that member was not a vegetarian, so he killed the avenger immediately and threw his body into the river.

As a result, afterwards, the trading target was particularly grateful to that member because of this incident, and doubled the amount of funds originally planned.

This is such a big deal that Ginjiu doesn't even know what expression to put on...

It may be said that the organization is ruthless, but it is true that everyone in the organization has human lives on their hands.

But sometimes, some people are saved inexplicably, which is very outrageous for the members of the organization.

Moreover, Gin discovered that the frequency of homicides in the past two years was two or three times higher than that of three to five years ago...

"Oh, that's right..."

The corner of Gin's mouth twitched, and suddenly he felt that it was quite reasonable, "If you don't kill someone, it will be too late by the time Conan makes his debut."

Moreover, nowadays surveillance cameras are not popular at all. Only large indoor public places and high-end companies will install a few to show off, but there are basically no other places.

Just stab the person and run away, don't stay nearby, it's really difficult to catch the person.

Otherwise, if there were surveillance cameras all around, the black organization would not dare to be so reckless...

…

After reading a small newspaper, Gin packed his luggage and prepared to take Vodka with him to run the mission.

But at this time, an email reminder just popped up on the computer.

"Vodka, wait a minute."

Gin stopped Vodka from resuming the surveillance network and opened the email:

[The information comes from Lie: Brother Ren, I found an interesting person. I plan to go out in person. The film club will watch it for me. Let me tell you~]

Gin: "..."

Did this demon find something interesting again?

Gin suddenly remembered the cases that often appeared in newspapers, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

‘It couldn’t be some unlucky guy who was discovered by Lie with a bomb, right…’

It seems that apart from bombs, this little friend has nothing else he is interested in.

Let him first observe 0.1 seconds of silence in advance for the bomb that ‘Lie’ is targeting.

"...Let's go, vodka."

Gin put on his windbreaker and walked out of the company with Vodka one behind the other.

Today, they will not return to Tokyo until they complete their mission...

…

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

"You said you won't go? What do you mean?"

In the police office, a female police officer with short hair had a sulky face and slapped the table hard in dissatisfaction.

But the man sitting at the table was indifferent, "It's not that I won't go, but I have to wait here for the fax."

Apparently, the man is also a policeman.

The man has curly hair, wears black sunglasses, holds a morning newspaper in his hand, and is indifferent to the grievances of his colleagues.

The police officers from the same action team surrounding him were also helpless.

"And it's just to escort the old suspect. You can do it by yourself without me, right?" the curly-haired male police officer added.

"You can't say this..."

The short-haired policewoman stared at him with drooped eyelids.

Who is this!

"I've heard it all. Every year on this day, the headquarters will receive a fax from an unknown source...three years ago it was '3', two years ago it was '2', and one year ago it was '1'." Curly-haired male police officer

He showed a weird smile, "It's like the explosives are counting down."

"If you really have to choose to commit crime, there is no time more appropriate than this year."

The confidence on the curly-haired male police officer's face stunned the short-haired female police officer for a moment.

At this moment, another police officer walked in with a fax:

"Officer Memu, I just received another strange fax..."

Hearing these words, the curly-haired policeman's attention was immediately diverted.

The police officer named "Memu" was also startled, and then he remembered: "Oh, it's the kind of fax with only one number written on it, right? What is the number sent this time?"

"No, it's not a number..." The police officer who came in the fax hesitated and read out all the contents of the fax:

"It says:

‘We are a group of Knights of the Round Table, issuing a notice to you stupid and cunning policemen;

At noon and 14 o'clock today, I will use the heads of my comrades on my neck as the spark to ignite the celebration;

We will leave seat 72 vacant and look forward to welcoming you’…”

After hearing this, Officer Memu felt a little confused: "What does this mean?"

The police officer who came in with the fax also shook his head, "I don't quite understand either..."

Just when all the police were at a loss to solve this 'riddle' fax.

The curly-haired policeman who had been sitting motionless in his seat suddenly stood up, picked up his belongings, and prepared to leave.

The short-haired policewoman who noticed his movements quickly stopped him:

"Wait a minute Matsuda! Where are you going?"

"...Don't you understand?" The curly-haired male police officer, a man named Matsuda, turned back, "The round table warriors have already said that they will leave seat 72 for us to come over. Where can I find a round table with 72 seats?

, then isn’t there just the Ferris wheel at Aipido Shopping Mall?”

There was a sudden silence in the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Also, light the fireworks for celebration...it should be a bomb, right?" Matsuda touched his chin and added very calmly.

The whole place was quiet again for three seconds.

Officer Megure, who was standing in front of the window, let out a loud roar: "Quick! Let's go to Abedo Mall immediately!!"

——

11:27 minutes.

A man with short white hair walked out of a residential building in Cupido-machi 3-chome, with a satisfied smile on his face and a huge motorcycle hat in his hand.

"Great harvest~ I didn't expect this person to buy so many bombs."

The white-haired man shook his motorcycle hat and called a taxi: "Master, please help me drive to Abeido Mall...that's where the Ferris wheel is."

Although the bomb over there is a bit smaller, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat - no matter how small the bomb is, it is still his treasure.

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Yoxi! Eight eggs!

(End of chapter)