I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"Calculate the time, that thing should blow up." Nan Ling felt that he was almost close to the bottom line of Jinjiu, so he closed it when he saw it, and discussed the task just now seriously, "I hope those police officers will not interfere."

Gin sighed slightly, and looked out the window.

Vodka felt like his heartbeat was finally back to normal.

"The police are here to tidy up for us." Gin was relatively patient in explaining this kind of thing, "It won't interfere."

...?

"...So they're basically with us." Nan Ling felt that he was irritated by the gin, "Then you didn't tell me."

Qin Jiu glanced at him, with a smile in his tone that no one else could hear, but Nan Ling noticed it instantly.

"no need."

It's not that Chat can't get out, it's the same whether you tell him or not.

Of course, telling him later would make me happier.

Nan Ling took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.

Just now he was still wondering if he was playing with gin too much, but now it seems...

Have to step up.

"And they are not in the same group as us." Jin Jiu said slowly, "To be precise, only their immediate superiors cooperate with us, and the people under them don't know anything."

"It's really in line with the organization's high profile." Nan Ling whispered something, then looked at the two people sitting in front of him, "Let me ask, what did I just destroy?"

Vodka didn't speak, and he didn't actually know the details of the operation.

Gin said in a dichotomous manner while flipping through the mission information, "Information station E3 at the origin of cyan."

This is not the number of the cyan origin itself, but the number that the organization—Gin himself has marked the base of the cyan origin.

Because he didn't want to call that thing the mentally retarded name of 'Earth Defense Front United Omega Sequence Third Origin'.

"What's inside...Let me guess." Nan Ling leaned on the seat and said with his neck raised, "The information about the organization? There must be more than that, there are other things?"

"For cover."

"Cyan Origin is indeed a group of secondary diseases, but they are not stupid." Nan Ling's eyes were blank, and his tone was light, "There will always be people who doubt it."

Gin turned over a page of the report and said indifferently, "That's what Grenache has to deal with."

"What if it's not handled well?"

Gin closed the report in his hand.

"Then this person is useless."

Nan Ling was not surprised by this answer, "Utilitarianism."

"Whatever you say." Gin said nonchalantly.

Nan Ling was silent for a while.

Vodka felt that this was the happiest few minutes he had spent tonight-until Nan Ling spoke again.

"I heard that a contact point was taken over the other day?" he asked casually.

What the white crow does.

Gin frowned, "Where did you hear that."

"Forget it." Nan Ling sensed something was wrong in Qin Jiu's tone, and immediately cleared the relationship, "It's just anecdotal."

Gin stared at him for a moment from the rearview mirror, "...warning Maraschino, don't do anything superfluous."

Nan Ling suddenly felt that there was a drama, "Tell me about it?"

—By the way, maraschino is so innocent.

Gin thought for a while, and felt that there was no need to hide it from Charter, "Yes, and it directly caused one of our collaborators to go to prison."

"politician?"

"Ok."

"Have you found out who did it?"

Jin Jiu's brows furrowed deeper, "...No clues for now."

The other party was either hitting the wrong way, or he knew the organization's operating model very well, leaving almost no clues - in theory, the former is more likely, but he always felt that the real reason was the latter.

"Ah that's so... miserable." Nan Ling swallowed the word 'good' that he was about to say, and patted the back of Jin Jiu's seat, "Come on."

Vodka glanced back quietly, and found that Chat had begun to close his eyes quietly.

He first let out a long sigh of relief, but then he was speechless for a while.

... so are you really just asking casually?

He just thought Chat was going to help.

But if you think about it carefully, you know that it is absolutely impossible.

...

"Doctor, are you really okay with this?" Conan Banyue watched as Dr. A Li surreptitiously took out the carefully wrapped cake from his pocket, "If Haiyuan sees it, it will inevitably be another lecture."

Dr. Li smiled embarrassedly, glanced outside the room, and then looked at Conan pitifully, "But Xinyi will keep the secret for me, right?"

Conan hesitated for a while, and finally sighed and compromised, "Okay, okay, just this time."

Dr. Agsa contentedly turned the subject to business, "Did Ito-kun provide any useful information?"

"Well, to be honest, it was beyond my expectations." Conan's expression suddenly became serious, "He found Qi's address."

Dr. Li frowned and recalled, "But it doesn't seem like a secret?"

Conan took out a piece of paper a little embarrassedly, "...After I told Mr. Ito the name of Silver Spoon, he did buy a map from Silver Spoon."

Dr. Li stared at the piece of paper and was so surprised that the cake almost fell out of his mouth, "Is this actually a map?"

If you tell him what religion it is, he will believe it.

"Yeah... right." Conan had a headache, "I can barely see some outlines."

He didn't quite believe what he said.

"Fortunately, the address is marked below." Dr. Li read it again, "Although I have never heard of this place, it is probably a very remote street."

"In addition to this, Mr. Ito has also learned an important piece of news." Conan put the map aside, "Recently, a stronghold in the origin of cyan was attacked, it may be the hands of the mice~www.wuxiaspot. com~ So the two sides will fight again soon."

He sighed when he said this, "Mr. Ito's son may have died in this kind of gang fire..."

It was unbearable.

Dr. Agsa was familiar with Conan's tone.

"Xinyi, do you want to go and see?"

"...Yes." Conan looked at his hand, "Maybe I can get some evidence and give it to the police."

"Although I understand what you mean, isn't this too dangerous?" Dr. A Li clearly disapproved, "Shinichi, that's a group of real gangsters."

Conan waved his hand, "Of course I will pay attention to safety. And Mr. Ito will also go with me."

Dr. Li wanted to say something more, "But—"

"—Doctor, have you seen my pen?"

Haibara Ai walked into the room.