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

Chapter 604: Dogs Eat Better Than Conan
Angostura accused him of everything that had happened when he had just taken people out.

Two hours ago, Gin received a call from Jinpei Matsuda. In order to accommodate the suspicious Anshu, he had to turn on the speakerphone to stop Matsuda's report.

Matsuda honestly told them that he had met Jing in a certain case, and of course he mainly told them the address of Jing's home.

After knowing the location, Angostura was very active in leading people to the target location.

As mentioned above, after he was attacked by two masked men and women, he wanted to shoot them dead, but he was caught off guard by the explosion.

Who in their right mind would plant bombs on the paving stones and garden?

At that time, the dirt and rubble stirred up by the bomb covered their faces and bodies. The needle that fell on the floor tiles flew up and pierced Angostura's head... As for the dirt and debris, they were washed away by the rain on the way back.

When they came to their senses, the masked man and woman had disappeared to who knows where. If they were a few seconds later, the house would have exploded...

Therefore, regarding Angostura's experience, Gin only gave a one-word evaluation:
“屑。”

This one word almost made Angostra jump up from the sofa and start a knife and bullet fight with Gin, but in the end he was held down on the seat by Anderburgh and failed to successfully vent his anger.

After calming down for a while, Angostura continued their topic: "Gin, there is no one else here, just tell me the truth... Don't you find it strange?"

"Oh, I won't tell the truth if there are others around?" Gin took out the candy bag and still didn't give Angostura a single candy. "What's so strange about that?"

"Is there a possibility?" Angostura narrowed his eyes. "Did your Teddy... tip off the other party?"

Gin raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

"Look, he took from the afternoon till the evening to explain this information. What did he do with all that time in between?" Angostura made a reasonable analysis. "There must be something fishy going on... Hey! What's that look in your eyes?"

"Nothing." Gin lazily leaned on the 'sofa' made of a pile of waste materials, "I just want to say that you think too much."

"how?"

"Matsuda's whereabouts and every move are very clear. It's impossible for him to do anything behind my back. If you don't believe me, you can ask the people in the Communications Department to check his communication records. You can also ask other people in the Metropolitan Police Department to help find out his whereabouts."

Gin asked for a lollipop, his voice a little slurred.

But his meaning was clear:

Every move of my people is transparent and visible, so don't make random guesses.

Angostura thought so too, but he still kept his suspicion until there was evidence to prove the other party was completely innocent: "So, Metropolitan Police Department, are you absolutely sure that there is no infiltration from the FBI?"

"No." Gin will also grow up to be single.

They can't say that they know all the actions of the FBI, at least they can't fully control the activities behind the scenes, and...

Gin looked up at him: "There is one more very important thing."

"What?"

"He's not Teddy."

Angostura: "..." Aren't they all the same?

Anderburg: "Three Hundred Spartans..."

Angostura: "Shut up Amb!"

Gin: "Even freedom of speech is restricted. It's really pitiful for Anbu to be your teammate."

"Gin! Are you looking for death? Stay out of our business!!"

After making a lot of noise for a while, they quieted down again.

Gin suddenly remembered something: "Stella, where is the FBI? Still in the house yesterday?" Angostura took out a pack of cigarettes from Anderburger's pocket and put it in his mouth: "How is it possible? We are all here, how could we let that woman stay alone?"

"You can have someone guard there." Gin began to come up with bad ideas after the fact.

"Isn't it a sincere gift to the FBI to leave the person there? There are no protective measures or signal blocking devices there." Angostura lit a cigarette and blew out a puff of eye circles. "The woman should still be in the basement now. Grenz is interrogating her. Do you want to go and take a look?"

"No need."

Gin took out various candies from his pocket, gave a few to Anderburger, and ate them himself. "But isn't that woman very secretive? What else can you get out of her?"

"Tsk, don't underestimate my people." Angostura showed a sly smile, "Grenz still has some abilities."

"Really?" Gin said noncommittally, "Then I'll wait and see."

……

Going back a while, to Beika-cho 2-chome.

In the fierce villa.

Hiroki and Retsu sat obediently on the chairs at the dining table, staring at the direction of the kitchen and swallowing their saliva.

Next to them was a very well-behaved Conan, who was also sitting upright, but with a slightly awkward expression on his face...

at last.

After a long time.

Jing came up with two plates of hot main dishes and placed them on the table - right in front of Retsu and Hiroki.

Then he brought up a few side dishes and some rice, and placed them all in front of Hiroki and Retsu.

Before all the dishes were served, Lie had already picked up his chopsticks and stretched his evil chopsticks towards the steaming plates:
“Gulp, gulp…Brother Jing! Your cooking skills are getting better and better~ Can I…” stay and help him cook?

"No."

Jing rejected Lie coldly, even before Lie finished his sentence, "Learn by yourself."

Hiroki raised his eyes carefully and saw in the mirror that Lie had no problem with his impolite behavior, so he started to pick up his chopsticks with confidence.

Conan felt left out as there was neither rice nor vegetables in front of him. He looked at the mirror in confusion and vigilance, then glanced at the two people who were eating happily, and his stomach growled.

Perhaps because he felt it was not good to let the child starve, he looked at Conan expressionlessly, walked into the kitchen silently, fiddled with it for three minutes, then came out with a bowl of instant noodles, placed it in front of Conan, and brought a fork. Then he sat opposite them without saying a word, took out a smart phone and started sending messages to someone unknown.

Conan: "..."

Isn't the differential treatment too obvious?

Conan scooped up a handful of noodles, blew on them twice and stuffed them into his mouth.

"..."

Boy, it’s still hard!!
Conan silently closed the lid of the instant noodles and waited for another two minutes before he started eating with tears streaming down his face.

And every time Lie ate a few pieces of braised pork, he would put some in an empty bowl, mix it with some rice and gravy, and then put it on the ground.

John, who had just been brought back by Lie, was wagging his tail and eating happily.

——Even dogs eat better than him!
For the first time in history, Conan experienced what a heart attack was.

(End of this chapter)