Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 248 Crazy Wine

At the same time, Yokohama.

A pitch-black Jaguar was speeding down the path, going on a rampage.

"Watch out, Grave!"

The back seat of the carriage.

Chablis grabbed the front driver's seat and the back of the rear seat like an octopus, stabilized his figure, and shouted ferociously:

"Graf! Drive steadily! This is not your racing track!!"

"I never drove a racing car, Chablis."

In the driver's seat, a big bald man stared intently at the path in front of him.

Chablis opened his eyes wide and gasped, "I don't care if you can drive the car...I want you to be more stable!"

"I'm pretty stable."

As the bald-headed Graff was talking, when he saw a small fork in the front left, he suddenly focused his eyes, turned the steering wheel suddenly, stepped on the gas pedal and braked alternately, and let the car drift sideways across the fork.

But because of this, Chablis was lying on the car glass...

"...oh god damn it! Graff, don't drive next time!"

Chablis hissed and rubbed his handsome face that was flushed.

"You should have some faith in my driving skills, God did nothing wrong."

"I'm just too relieved of you! There's nothing on this road, can't you drive normally!?"

"Chablis, I want to consider the possibility of someone sniping us at the intersection..."

"You have persecution paranoia! There is no one here, and I have let people see it in advance!"

"..."

Graff was silent for a long time.

Finally, he said in a deep tone, "Chablis, what you see is not necessarily what you see, and I'm sure there is something bad here."

As Graf spoke, he took out a cross from nowhere, placed it on his chest, and said 'Amen' reverently...

Chablis: "..."

This Catholic is really enough, he just needs to show his guilt on his face, okay?
Sooner or later, he will press the Lord of the other party's faith to rub against the ground!
After cursing secretly in his heart, Chablis straightened himself up on the seat, tidied up his clothes, and after making sure that there was no damage, his expression looked better.

"This is the last place." Chablis re-tied his tie, "Isn't it here yet? Graff."

He looked at the moonlight shining on this dilapidated residential building outside the window, and inexplicably wanted to scratch the glass for fun.

Graff took a moment to glance at the organizational navigation map, "It's almost... This location is too far away, Jesus won't come to patronize."

Chablis: "..."

Enough, enough, stop talking about Jesus, he is not religious!

But at the next moment, Chablis laughed crazily:

"Hmph, hum... I have a hunch that Gin must have done something ulterior here!"

"...A place like this, a field battle?" Graf's face turned serious, "My lord, this is really out of style..."

"..."

Chablis' face froze, and he decided not to speak to this fanatic for the time being.

This guy doesn't know what he's thinking all day long... I guess he only absorbs some thinking nutrients when he is aiming at other people's heads, right?
After complaining about his teammates, he thought of gin again.

There was an inexplicable light in Chablis eyes.

Gin had been active in Yokohama on the day that traitor escaped, but obviously Tokyo also had a lot of missions, so why did he choose to stay away?
And he also found out that there happened to be a cruise ship sailing from Suzuki Saidan at the Yokohama pier that day...

Although Shirley's disappearance from Tokyo didn't seem to have anything to do with Yokohama, Chablis just felt something was wrong—he couldn't figure out what the connection was.

But it's okay.

He doesn't need logic, just his own feelings are enough.

So, never reason with a madman - because they have their own reasons.

In the face of their own reasoning, all truths are fallacies, and they only act with their own cognition...

But Chablis is an advanced lunatic:

In addition to believing in his own truth, he can also obey the discipline of the organization.

Organizations don't need uncontrollable tools, so Chablis rationalized his 'crazy', even under normal circumstances, no one would think he is a lunatic.

But this doesn't change the fact that he does have some problems...

'squeak--'

"Wow!"

A burst of sudden braking caused Chablis to scream and fall in front of the driver's seat, hitting his head directly on the air conditioner in the middle of the front.

Graf turned his head in surprise: "Oh, Chablis, aren't you wearing a seat belt?"

Facing the preemptive Graff, Chablis had nothing to do but stare blankly.

—It turns out that the best way to deal with a madman is to put another madman beside him.

It is obviously not normal for Graff to be able to work under Chablis.

"Hey, Graff, if you don't drive properly next time, I'll throw you back in training camp!"

Chablis took a deep breath and threatened with a smile on his face.

Graff took a deep look at Chablis, took out his cross necklace and put it on his chest: "The Lord said, you must not commit adultery."

"...?"

Chablis's smile froze on his face again, and his expression gradually became ferocious. He grabbed his glove and threw it on the other person's face:

"I want to duel with your master!!"

Graff silently threw the gloves back to Chablis's face, his shiny head was neither sad nor happy: "...The Lord said, I will pull off Chablis' nails and trample him under my feet..."

"G, L, F!!!"

There were sparks of anger in Chablis' eyes, and the smile on his face was like a lunatic. He grabbed Graff's clothes pocket, took out a pocket Bible, and at the same time took out a lighter with the other hand, and said viciously: " Believe it or not, I burned him!"

"...the Lord said that the Virgin Mary will destroy you on behalf of the moon."

Graf's face remained unchanged, but his expression was filled with grief.

"That's Sailor Moon!"

Chablis had already pierced Graff's face with his sharp nails.

Under the moonlight, the twisted blood vessels on his fingers were clearly visible, and the tips of his nails were bruised and purple.

Graff finally made a move at this moment——

He put on the handbrake.

"Actually, I want to say, here we are."

Graff reached out and picked up a piece of metal that fell on his body. He didn't care about the possibility of his face being scratched. He turned his head and handed it to Chablis: "This is inside your glove."

"Oh! Thank you, my friend."

Chablis also suddenly restrained his ferocious expression, showed a harmless smile, stuffed the metal piece into a fingertip, and patted Graff:
"It's here, you should have said it earlier!"

"...Then why would I step on the brakes." Graf's face was resentful, "What good will it do me if I step on the brakes?"

Chablis listened to his changed style of statement, looked up at the white wall in front of him, and said in a deep voice:
"The good thing is, you probably saved two lives."

　——Zhenjiu Archives——

　　[Supplementary file Grave]

　　(Not at all) A devout Catholic who likes to attribute everything he does to God's instructions, but he knows exactly what he's doing.is a madman.

　　【Supplementary Archives Chablis】

　　Forever confident in himself, the blades in his nails have actually been embedded in the flesh, but the pain is a way for him to stay awake—a madman out of control is just a waste product for the organization.Is a big madman.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)