Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Chapter 440: Getting Ready to Pick Up the Plane
Jinpei Matsuda looked at Retsu's white fur and fell into deep thought.

He seemed to see a big black pot on Lie's head.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from his side:
"You are...Matsuda?"

The familiar voice made Matsuda Jinpei turn his head, and then he was stunned: "You are... Zero? Why are you here?"

He hasn't seen this old classmate for a long time.

The man had blonde hair, but he was wearing a hat and a windbreaker, which concealed most of his features.

Furiya Ling, who had just come from somewhere else, scratched his cheek and said, "I, just, came to do something..."

He knew that all his old classmates had been pulled over to that organization, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Moreover, he and Matsuda had not seen each other for more than five years since he went undercover...

But on second thought, Fūya Rei guessed that Matsuda might not know that he knew about this, so he simply calmed down and stopped thinking about anything else.

Matsuda Jinpei had indeed not heard of Furuya Rei's contact with the Five Stars Group, and pretended that he didn't know about his undercover work in the organization, "Oh, yes... I remember you joined the Public Security Bureau."

Jinpei Matsuda was a little surprised that the two of them would run into each other at the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department, especially late at night.

In addition, he and Furuya Rei were not undercover in the same organization like the other party and Morobushi Kagemitsu, so they felt a little distant.

However, this sense of alienation soon disappeared in the following conversation:
"Matsuda, are you and this... gentleman rehearsing a stage play?" Furiya Rei blinked with a little curiosity.

Because when he came over, he saw Matsuda Jinpei sitting on the ground in a very depressed state, as if he had failed in the workplace; and then the white-haired man seemed to have encountered something particularly distressing and was holding his chest...

But as soon as he spoke, the two of them suddenly became normal.

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

Rehearsing a stage play?
Good job, it seems he has lost face in front of his old classmates.

"It's not a stage play, little Bourbon." Lie recognized Furuya Rei at a glance. After all, he was someone they had paid special attention to before. He smiled and said, "We are going to prevent floods and provide disaster relief~"

Jianggu Ling: "???"

What the hell is flood prevention and disaster relief?

...No, that's not the point!

"You, who are you?" Fōtani Rei's eyes narrowed, he took a step back and was about to draw his gun, but suddenly realized something and stopped.

"Hi, my name is Chi Yanlin, but you can call me Lie too." Lie pulled Matsuda Jinpei up with a smile, "Well, I should call you Xiao Ling now, right? If you are willing to join us, you can come find me. We are in need of high-IQ criminals like you!"

Jianggu Ling: "..."

Please remove the first two words of the sentence "criminal talent", thank you.

By the way, are the people in this organization always so open and aboveboard when recruiting people?
This time, it was right in front of the Metropolitan Police Department! Can you please show some respect to the police?
Ignoring Furuya Rei's speechless expression, Rei immediately patted Matsuda Jinpei on the shoulder and said, "Little Jinpei, you should also contribute more to the future development of the organization!"

Jianggu Ling: "..."

So, Matsuda already knows about him?
Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

Holy shit, when did these people come into contact with Zero?
The two old classmates looked at each other and saw the melancholy in each other's eyes.

Matsuda Jinpei said solemnly to Furiya Rei: "Rei..."

Fūya Rei also sighed heavily and opened his mouth to refuse again.

But I heard my old classmate say viciously:

"I'm telling you, even if you die out there, don't join this crappy group... wooooooo!"

Halfway through his words, Rei saw that the situation was not good, and directly covered Matsuda Jinpei's mouth, almost shoving the lollipop into Matsuda's throat, and then looked at Furuya Rei with a little embarrassment: "Ah~ You see, I forgot about the important things~ Come on, Xiaopingzi, let's go check the safety of the bomb~"

Jianggu Ling: "?!"

Qiudou Sack! What bomb? Should he take care of it?
Matsuda Jinpei: “?!” What the hell! That bastard Lie is just treating him as free labor!

Zero, help me!

-

The day passed by peacefully.

A typhoon swept into Tokyo Bay, nearly causing a tsunami that would have flooded the port.

The heavy rainfall caused by the typhoon also caused mudslides in many mountainous areas. Logically, there would be many casualties.

But the day after the typhoon came.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and suddenly, it cleared up.

In the hotel, Gin, who thought he could stay in the hotel for a few more days because of the typhoon, opened the curtains and his expression instantly became emo.

"This typhoon is not good."

Gin complained, pulling out his calendar and taking a look at it.

Well, it’s already January again.

He looked at the clear sky outside the window, resigned himself to changing his clothes, and prepared to return to the base.

Before leaving, Gin did not forget to turn on the TV to watch the morning news. As expected, he did not see any reports about the typhoon. He probably thought it was swallowed up by this outrageous time jump.

"I hope the typhoon will learn a lesson next time and come back in a few years. It would be best if it lasts for a month or so." Gin muttered, stuffed the unfinished snacks into his pocket, and left in a leisurely manner.

However, just as he was humming Senbonzakura and preparing to drive back to the base, his cell phone, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly rang and vibrated in Gin's pocket.

Gin released his foot from the accelerator, stopped by the roadside, picked up the phone, took a look, and then answered it: "Boss, what can I do for you?"

A string of garbled phone numbers, it must be that of an unscrupulous boss.

"Gin, how's the patrol going?" The unscrupulous boss's synthesized voice was full of majesty, "Did you find any trace of those people?"

Gin knew that those people must be the FBI without having to say it explicitly.

As for the "inspection" matter, he had asked Vodka to help convey it, and it seemed that the unscrupulous boss believed it.

Gin's eyes flickered, and he said casually, "Not yet. Those guys seem to have disappeared since the last incident... and yesterday's typhoon hindered the investigation. I'm afraid we will have to make further confirmation later."

"Yeah……"

The synthesized voice on the phone gradually faded.

Gin remained silent until he spoke, secretly wondering why the boss suddenly called him, guessing that he had something to ask him again.

After a moment of silence, the person on the phone continued:
"Just now, the people I sent told me that they are at Fukuyama Pier... Take them to Tokyo."

“…Yes, I—”

Toot~
Before Gin could finish his reply, the unscrupulous boss simply hung up the phone.

Gin: "..."

Hey you rude boss!

For the first time in a long time, Gin began to feel a bit of a villain in his heart, thinking of the unscrupulous boss.

After stabbing for a while, he suddenly realized a problem:
"Wait, Vermouth received the text message the afternoon before yesterday..."

Assuming the people sent by the boss set out at that time, there was a typhoon from the night before yesterday until the early hours of last night...

Gin: "..."

So, how did people get here?
(End of this chapter)