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

Chapter 500 Vermouth: Gin, you bastard!

Chapter 500 Vermouth: Gin, you bastard!
Naturally, Megure Jusan had to explain the doubts of his immediate superior.

And he didn't feel any pressure to explain it. After all, Conan was already a celebrity in the Investigation Division. Even though he always warned his subordinates not to mention Conan and Hiroki's extraordinary abilities too often, he couldn't stand the gossip from his subordinates.

"Yes, Officer. Conan is the child who lives in the Mori family... His reasoning ability is not much worse than that of half of the adults. Sometimes it helps us avoid many detours when investigating cases!"

When talking about Conan, Inspector Megure's face showed an inexplicable pride of an old father.

However, Matsumoto Kiyonaga, who looked very serious, fell silent.

Why can you be so proud of yourself for solving a case with the help of a child? Isn't it a bit embarrassing?

He doesn't understand.

Perhaps because he felt that his subordinates should not be allowed to degenerate too much, Matsumoto Kiyonaga slowly spoke: "Megure, no matter how powerful he is, he is just a child after all. How can we let a child interfere in police affairs?"

"…Um, yes, Administrator."

After being taught a lesson by his superior, Inspector Megure lowered his head slightly in shame.

Afterwards, they discussed the case with Kogoro Mori and Rei again. Seeing that it was getting late, they prepared to say goodbye and leave.

Originally, Officer Megure wanted to go out for dinner together, but Matsumoto Kiyonaga seemed to have something important to do. He took out his phone and took a look, then said apologetically:
"As for lunch...I won't join you. I have some things at home that I need to go back to take care of."

As he said that, he turned to look at Officer Megure and said, "Megure, before the afternoon meeting begins, I'll leave this to you. If there is any progress in the case, please report to me at any time."

Officer Megure nodded solemnly and said, "Please rest assured, Admin, I will report any situation as soon as possible."

"Very good." Matsumoto Kiyonaga highly praised Inspector Megure's work enthusiasm, and then said to Rei and Maori Kogoro, "Then, detectives, I will leave now."

Kogoro Maori stood at attention and was about to say a few nice words when Rei cut in line.

Lie put on an understanding smile: "It's okay, it's okay~ Leader, you can do your thing, don't worry about us... But I'm not a detective, Mr. Maori is~ I'm just a mystery enthusiast~"

Matsumoto Kiyonaga: “…”

These days, the Metropolitan Police Department recruits just about anyone.

After responding perfunctorily twice, Matsumoto Kiyonaga left the floor in a slightly anxious manner.

As Lie looked at the other person's departing back, his smile gradually faded and he revealed a thoughtful expression.

……

Matsumoto Kiyonaga hurriedly left the Metropolitan Police Department, sat in his own private car, looked around vigilantly, and then took out the mobile phone in his arms.

While checking his phone, he frowned and pulled open his collar, revealing a black tights underneath his shirt.

Just a few seconds after sending a text message, a phone call came.

Matsumoto Kiyonaga answered immediately with a natural look, but his voice was a little different from before: "What's wrong, Vermouth?"

"You didn't give yourself away, did you? Ireland?"

Vermouth's slightly tired voice came through the phone.

"Tsk, of course, I've memorized almost all the information you gave me these days." Matsumoto Kiyonaga... or rather, Ireland, who was disguised as Matsumoto Kiyonaga by Vermouth, took out the cheat sheet in his pocket and took a look at it while saying this, "What happened to you?"

"Ah, it's nothing. I just feel that the future is a little bleak."

Vermouth let out a sigh during the call.

Ireland:?

In his impression, Vermouth doesn't seem to be the kind of person who would lament about life, right?
Did something really happen?
Thinking of this, Ireland's heart sank a little, "Belmode, what happened? Are you exposed?"

"How is that possible?" Vermouth paused, "By the way, how is your disguise?"

"…It's OK. There shouldn't be any flaws."

"That's good, but the weather is quite hot now, are you outside now?"

"Yeah...what's wrong?"

"I'm at Chiyoda Station. Come pick me up and go back to the base. Gin hasn't replied to my message yet. I think I should just take you over to talk to Gin in person."

As she spoke, Vermouth yawned on the other end.

Ireland was a little stunned: "Wait...you mean, Gin didn't agree to my participation in this operation?"

"Ah~ Not yet, but I've already emailed and texted him, but he didn't reply, so it's not a big deal."

Ireland:"……"

He felt that this problem might be a bit big.

Upon learning that his actions had not been approved by Gin, Ireland was not as calm as Vermouth. He drove a car that did not belong to him at full speed to the place Vermouth told him, picked up the person, and quickly rushed to the base where Gin was.

There was a small accident on the way.

"Vermouth, where is Gin's base?"

"...You don't know?" "Isn't this nonsense..."

"…Wait, where have you been heading?"

"…The North District base I was at with Chablis before."

"..."

Fortunately, the two people discovered the deviation in route in time, and they were not directionally challenged, so they finally arrived at the correct destination within an hour.

Both of them looked at the time.

"What time will you be filling in for Matsumoto Kiyonaga at the meeting this afternoon?"

"Half past two, another hour and a half."

"It's not too late."

Vermouth brought Ireland to the inconspicuous entrance of the base. Under Ireland's slightly reserved gaze, she...

Took out a note.

Then, under Ireland's puzzled gaze, Vermouth entered a string of characters into the combination lock on the door.

"Is the base password that Gin set so complicated that he needs to write it down?"
Ireland was immediately in awe.

But just as this thought came to his mind, he saw that Vermouth had already entered the password, and the combination lock sounded an alarm, and a string of words scrolled across the display:
[Wrong password! Remaining input opportunities: 2; or use fingerprint or cornea recognition to unlock. ]

Belmode: "..."

The Karasuma lady fell silent.

Then she looked at the note again and tried the password twice - both times were wrong, without a doubt.

[The password input has been locked. Please use fingerprint and corneal recognition to unlock it. - Recognition in progress - Recognition failed - Please contact the management department or log in to the management system to enter relevant data information. ]

Ireland:"……"

What's going on?

Just as he was confused, Belmode next to him suddenly kicked the door viciously and let out a devilish roar:
"Gin you bastard!!!"

The password I changed yesterday was changed again today... destroy it!

Ireland was stunned to see her get angry and then calm down and take out her phone.
"Vodka? I'm at the door. Come out and open the door for me... And if you change the password again, remember to send it to me as soon as possible."

Ireland:"……"

Why is he a little confused?
"Vermouth, you, this is..." Ireland said speechlessly.

"Oh, it's okay. It's just that Gin has been a little suspicious lately and changes the password of the base once a day." Vermouth explained with a smile.

Ireland:"……"

I feel like what Vermouth said isn’t true… Never mind, he’ll probably only come this once anyway, so who cares.

Vodka's efficiency in action was as high as ever.

Within a minute after Vermouth finished her call, the heavily guarded door finally succumbed to the two of them, weakly opening itself open to reveal a pitch-black corridor.

Base lobby.

Vodka was a little surprised when he saw Ireland, "Ireland, why are you here too?"

"Report something..."

Ireland looked around the hall carefully, "Where's Gin?"

"Oh, brother, he should be--"

Just as Vodka was about to answer, Vermouth said simply, "Is Gin still sleeping? It's okay, I'll go call him."

After that, she took out a kitchen knife from her bag and strode towards Gin's room with murderous intent.

Ireland was stunned by this scene.

He turned and looked at Vodka: "You, don't you want to stop it?"

Is she going to go in and chop Gin? How dare Vermouth?
Vodka glanced at his own small body, his sunglasses full of innocence: "I can't stop it..."

And this happened so often that he was used to it.

At this point in their conversation, a roar from Gin came out from the depths: