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

Chapter 294 This Must Be Gin's Trick

In the North District, organize sub-bases.

"Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha..."

A string of 'deafening' wild laughter penetrated into the eardrums of everyone in the room.

Ireland, who was pouring the coffee, shook his hand, and a scoop of hot coffee splashed on his calloused hands.

Ireland:"……"

The slightly rough face was expressionless.

He just silently raised his hand, put it under the faucet to rinse for a while, and then held it in front of his eyes for a look.

Well, not bad, almost a first-degree burn.

Immediately afterwards, four blue veins appeared on Ireland's forehead, he put down his coffee cup heavily, strode over with two big strides, grabbed Chablis who was still laughing wildly by the collar, and let out a dragon roar:
"What the hell are you doing!!!"

He felt that he was going to suffer a nervous breakdown from these two people.

Ireland finished roaring this side and this one is not over, and then took another big stride to grab Graf who was completely undisturbed and muttering, and another dragon roared:
"And you! How can you not be choked to death when you burn incense indoors! Which Christian believer burns incense to worship Jehovah!!!"

Burning incense corresponds to worshiping Buddha!
After the unbearable roar of Ireland, Graff put down his innocent face in silence, went over to extinguish the few sticks of incense sticking in the incense burner expressionlessly, and then inserted a medium-sized cross placed in front of it into the incense burner.

The eyes of the bald Graf in a monk's uniform lit up, and he seemed to think that this method of worship was better, so he closed his eyes, put his hands together, and his expression became more devout.

Irishman looked at the ceiling hopelessly.

This girl is definitely a false believer... He even believes that Graf is a Buddhist disciple.

"...I said Chablis, have you laughed enough?"

Looking back, Chablis was still twitching on the sofa, and the phone in his hand had already been hung up.

Ireland took a deep breath: "Chablis, it was Gin who called you? Why are you laughing like this?"

Why hasn't Chablis been killed by gin for being so presumptuous?He really didn't understand.

"Haha? Hahaha... It's not my fault, it's all Gin's fault. Who told him to tell me a joke hahahaha..."

Chablis finally stopped laughing for a few seconds, and then continued to laugh while clutching his stomach.

Ireland:"……"

Gin telling jokes to Chablis?Still making Chablis laugh like this?
Has the world changed or has gin changed?
The corner of Ireland's eye twitched: "So what did gin tell you!"

"Ahahaha...that's right." Chablis smiled distortedly. "He told me...'I'll tell you a joke'."

"Then?"

"Then~ I asked him what was the joke."

"What joke?"

"Gin said that a senior FBI executive was kidnapped by robbers... Hahahahaha!"

Just after finishing speaking, Chablis continued to laugh while holding his stomach, tears streaming down his face.

Ireland, as he looked, fell silent.

Is this... so funny?This is a bad joke, right?

Also, when did Gin make up such a cold joke?Is he in a dream?
At this time, Ireland heard the sound of 'woo hoo' from the other side.

He looked back speechlessly, and it turned out that Graff covered his mouth with one hand, leaving only one palm on his chest with a slightly distorted expression...

It seems that it must be very hard to hold back the laughter.

"...I said you are enough! How is this so funny?"

Ireland can't help it.

Can he apply for a change of teammate and boss?

Chablis's smile gradually became normal, "Oh...Ireland, don't be like this, it's really funny after all."

"So it's so funny! How can people from an organization like the FBI, especially the top ones, be kidnapped by robbers?" Ireland said with a dark face, went back and continued to pour the unfinished coffee, and then gave Chablis a cup .

"No, no, Ireland, I think you misunderstood." Chablis took the coffee with a smile on his face, "Gin said it was true..."

Now it was Ireland's turn to be dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Are you kidding him?

"Wait a minute, Gin seemed to say that he sent us the email just now."

Chablis was gearing up, rolled off the sofa, and turned on the computer.

When Graff heard it, he also came over with a 'thud-thump-thump', and surrounded the computer with the unbelieving Irish and excited excitement...

After reading the email, Ireland feels bad all over——

This outrageous thing is actually true?

What are the FBI guys doing?
Ireland looked at the email sent by the Gin Group, and for a while didn't know whether he should laugh...

——Laugh, he thinks he can laugh at this group of FBI, but he just finished scolding Chablis, and laughing now seems to be a slap in the face;

Don't laugh, he feels a little out of place again.

Ireland suppressed a smile, and continued to keep a straight face, "This can only show that...the FBI has a problem with its professional capabilities, and maybe it's the other party's plan to deliberately throw off our investigators. Did they get lost soon after?"

Although he felt that this had nothing to do with the trick and was purely an accident, it did not prevent him from teaching Chablis a lesson.

"Hahaha hiccup~ Hey, what you said makes sense." Chablis stopped laughing and expressed his expression, pondered for a while, then raised the corners of his mouth again, "But even this is very funny, these days I think I am Shark fry was kidnapped hahaha—”

Chablis' laugh was so contagious that Ireland almost broke...

The latter took several deep breaths before barely maintaining a serious face:
"Chablis, you look like a leader...Look at Gin, did he smile when he told you?"

"Hi~ I don't think so, but I suspect he's already laughed."

Chablis boldly speculated, and his expression gradually returned to normal, leaving only Graf still staring at the mail with a very adulterous expression.

After laughing enough, Chablis began to be suspicious again, his eyes were full of wisdom: "Ireland, tell me, could this be a trick by Gin?"

Ireland:"……"

Why, Chablis's gin-only conspiracy theory hasn't died down yet?

Graff, who was laughing naively next to him, turned his head and asked curiously, "Chablis, what did the Lord tell you?"

"Go to your god!"

Chablis routinely gave Graf a vicious glance, and then stopped looking at him, rubbing his chin and guessing, "You guys didn't see such an obvious scheme?"

"...If you have something to say, just say fart, can you let it go?" Ireland said weakly.

"Okay, okay~" Chablis spread his hands helplessly, his expression became serious, "I suspect..."

"Gin Jiu, he wants to laugh at me to death on purpose and take away my rights."

"..."

That stern and stern face made Ireland think for a moment that what he said was true.

Ireland held his forehead.

God, why should he hope that Chablis might say something normal?

　I don't know what other people are like, anyway, I am smiling like a pen when I write (sure
　　
　
(End of this chapter)