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

Chapter 501 Ireland's Purpose
"Oh... So, you and Vermouth teamed up to sneak into the Metropolitan Police Department?"

Gin was sitting in the hall, wearing a tight black trench coat, with his hat brim pulled down very low to cover his bangs that were chopped off by Vermouth. He spoke to Ireland expressionlessly and without emotion.

The plan to change the password to stop Vermouth was a complete failure...

The main reason is that there is a traitor like Vodka. Gin only needs to think about it to know how Vermouth got in... and it was beyond Gin's expectation that she brought an Irishman with her.

"…in cahoots with each other?"

Ireland, who didn't know much about idioms, looked a little confused, but looking at the expression on Gin's face, he guessed that it wasn't a good thing, and the corners of his mouth twitched even more--

How much does Gin dislike Vermouth? Also, what did Vermouth do to Gin in the room just now?
Even now he can still feel the murderous aura!
It wasn’t like this some time ago!

After hesitating for a moment, Ireland tentatively said, "Yes, Vermouth and I have successfully sneaked in today, and no one has discovered..."

"You wait first."

Gin raised his hand to signal, then looked at Vermouth who was eating his snacks as expected, and said in a frown: "So, you kidnapped the Superintendent of the Metropolitan Police Department?"

He just ignored Vermouth for one day. This guy is really too bold...

"It's 'Superintendent', the head of the Investigation Division." Vermouth corrected calmly.

"They are all the same." Gin didn't have a clear idea of ​​the position of a police officer. He squinted at Vermouth and said, "Tie up the head of the department properly. Can you please respect the police?"

Who told him to respect the police before?

Vermouth snorted coldly: "How did I disrespect you?"

She didn't kill the police and she didn't set fire to the Metropolitan Police Department...how is that disrespectful?

Gin glared at Vermouth for a long time, but in the end he didn't know what to say.

After a while, he rubbed his forehead and his tone returned to his normal indifference: "Give me the information of this Matsumoto Kiyonaga. Where are you hiding him? What is the probability of being discovered?"

"I have sent it to you via email...The person is currently deep in the Mihua Forest. I have locked him up in the former forest management house. It is unlikely that he will be discovered." Vermouth sounded very confident.

however.

Gin just chuckled twice and didn't say anything.

——The Beika Forest, isn’t that still in Beika Town? If a certain death god were to bully people around there and find someone, Vermouth would have no place to cry.

After complaining in his heart for a while, he turned to Ireland again: "Why did you suddenly want to participate in this mission? I remember that you seemed to have been tracking the whereabouts of Chablis."

Since the last operation, Ireland has been on Gin's side, and is extremely persistent in trying to find the missing Chablis...

After hearing Gin mention this, Ireland's face gradually became serious:

"Actually... the reason why I went undercover in the Metropolitan Police Department was because of this incident."

"……Tell me."

Gin raised an eyebrow, picked up the thermos and took a sip of hot water.

He was a little curious about how Ireland had connected the Chablis incident with the police.

Seeing that Gin didn't seem to be angry because his actions were not allowed by him, Ireland secretly thanked that his life was saved, cleared his throat, and solemnly took out a cheat sheet from the inside pocket of his suit... Um, no, it was an information sheet he compiled after investigation.

-By the way, Ireland has now taken off the disguise of Matsumoto Kiyonaga.

- According to Vermouth, because the weather is quite hot now, if you leave the room for activities, excessive sweating will cause the disguise effect to become worse and worse, and it may even cause the mask to fall off.

Ireland was not good at disguise, so after hearing what Vermouth said, he immediately tore off his fake face.

"According to the information obtained from the investigation in Yokohama, I found that on the day Chablis secretly went to Yokohama to investigate and then disappeared, that is, the night we surrounded those FBI people in Tokyo, an explosion also occurred near the dock in Yokohama." Ireland's love was a little gloomy. "The source of the information was a low-level member, but I have asked others to confirm the accuracy of this matter."

Gin narrowed his eyes, "Oh? So...what happens next?"

He already had a vague idea of ​​Ireland's thinking. After all, Gin was half the manipulator in this matter.

Ireland looked up. "But this incident was completely suppressed after it happened. Not even the police have any details about the bombing."

"In Japan, I can think of only one organization that could completely cover up such a major accident..."

"Japanese Public Security Bureau."

Ireland showed his thoughts to the two of them, which attracted a glance from Vermouth. When he wanted to continue explaining, Gin rummaged in his pocket and took out a strawberry-flavored lollipop and handed it to Ireland: "Want some?"

Ireland:"……"

After weighing the decision between accepting and not accepting for 0.1 seconds, he decisively chose the former option.

Gin waited until he took the lollipop before speaking slowly, "So, you are taking this opportunity to find the murderer who killed the traitor and to test the strength of the public security forces."

"That's right." Ireland nodded solemnly, "Because according to the current investigation, the Japanese police are definitely closely related to Chablis' disappearance."

Gin's cold face showed a little appreciation: "In that case, let's go... Have you reported to the boss?"

"It has already been reported."

"Oh, that's fine." Gin also took out a stick and put it in his mouth, "But remember Ireland, besides the two goals of 'finding the criminal' and 'testing the public security', try not to cause trouble."

Ireland continued to nod seriously, "Don't worry, I know my limits."

He has no time to care about anything else at the moment.

but……

"By the way, Gin, there is one more thing."

Ireland suddenly remembered something and continued, "The two consultants invited by the Metropolitan Police Department this time seem to be unusual. One is the white-haired man that Vermouth had noticed before, and the other is a private detective... This man named Maori Kogoro has appeared in Yokohama before, once on the day when the traitor 'Shirley' of the organization escaped from the organization, and another time not long after Chablis disappeared..."

"..."

Gin glanced at him silently, then calmly took out a slightly yellowed piece of white paper and took a look at it.

Two... Four... Six...

Well, it’s been more than ten years since Shirley escaped. It’s really hard for these people to still remember this shit.

By the way, the police actually asked Lie to come over for this case?
Gin fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

Vermouth, who was sitting next to Gin, inadvertently saw the handwritten date on the paper and looked at him with a strange look.

Ireland noticed that Gin did not express much, so he thought about it for a while and continued:

"Besides, this Maori Kogoro was once a policeman. I originally suspected that he might be a spy for the Public Security Bureau, but... from what I can see so far, his abilities seem to be quite average. I need to observe him for a while longer."

Ireland's words made Vermouth narrow his eyes slightly.

"Sure, as long as you don't alert the enemy."

Gin put the handwritten calendar into his arms, without expressing any objection, and crossed his legs. "Let's talk about business, such as the SD card containing the organization's information. Have you found any clues?"

"...Not yet. The case has reached a complete dead end." Ireland shook his head regretfully.

When he thought about the meeting in the morning which had gone in circles, he felt deeply that the police were unreliable.

...But it’s hard to say whether the police are unreliable or the criminals are too cunning.

Gin then asked, "Where is the relevant information about the case?"

"I have it here." Vermouth took out a miniature camera, "All the information is in here...Vodka, take it."

Vodka silently took the miniature camera, walked to his computer without saying a word, and prepared to copy the things to the computer.

Now that the important things have been said, Ireland will naturally not stay any longer.

After Vermouth had disguised him again, he hurriedly left the base - there was less than half an hour left before the afternoon meeting.

After that, the base hall was completely silent...

a long time.

Gin crushed the candy and looked at Vodka, "Is he out?"

Vodka turned on the monitor and took a look: "Yes, brother, Ireland has left the base."

"Very good." Gin took off his hat expressionlessly, revealing his hair that was no longer smooth and a little curly, and stared at Vermouth, "Won't you explain?"

(End of this chapter)