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

Chapter 338 The Black Transaction Next to the Metropolitan Police Department
at noon.

It was sunny and a good time for lunch break.

On the boulevard beside the road, there are many people coming and going after get off work. Everyone is in a hurry, rushing to get their lunch.

……

On a street next to the Metropolitan Police Department.

A special guest arrives at a deserted coffee shop.

"Ding bell~"

The store door was pushed open from the outside.

The clerk who was preparing coffee turned to look at the door.

This look made him straighten his eyes:

The visitor had shiny silver hair, almost thigh-length, most of the hair was neatly combed behind the head, only a lot of loose hair was randomly scattered on the forehead and cheeks.

The black suit looked very straight on him, and he looked quite aristocratic.

The clerk was stunned for a while before remembering to come forward to entertain:

"First, sir, what do you need?"

"A glass of boiling water, thank you."

The other party's voice was a little muffled, but it was very clear to the clerk.

The clerk responded blankly, and then went to help fetch water.

Gin glanced around the store, but didn't see Dubnet, frowned slightly, and sat down at a place not by the window, and put the leather bag he pretended to bring on the chair.

Seeing that the clerk was busy, he quietly loosened his tie a little - wearing a suit is really too much trouble, a windbreaker is better.

However, if he was really wearing his usual outfit, Gin felt that he would be targeted as soon as he passed the police station.

Mainly, it's not winter either.

Who wears a thick windbreaker and a stern hat when spring approaches the summer solstice?

Anyway, Gin expressed his reluctance, he felt like a criminal...

"Dubnett doesn't work around here, does he?"

Gin drank the water that the clerk had just brought, while looking at the passers-by outside the window, thinking secretly, at the same time took out a book from his bag and read it.

Other than that, he really couldn't think of why Duponit chose to hand over the information next to the Metropolitan Police Department.

——The reason why they chose to transfer offline is because at the last time they had a group of wine gatherings, Dubnet said that the database had signs of being hacked, and for the sake of safety, all important information transactions were changed to offline.

Moreover, only Gin, Chablis, and Belmod were the only ones who could communicate with Dubbonit.

It has to be said that Duponit's confidentiality work is very good.

"pity……"

There was a little regret in Qin Jiu's eyes.

He had no personal contact information for Duborg.

Emails don't count... and the other party is doing intelligence work, and the network technology must be checked. He didn't dare to be too careless and let Noah directly drill into the other party's personal computer or mobile phone and stay there.

But if you know the phone number, how can you let Noah locate the signal—this kind of signal cannot be monitored by the network, and it is relatively safe.

Gin just sat there drinking water in a daze for about three to five minutes.

"Ding bell~"

The door of the coffee shop was pushed open again.

The clerk immediately went up to greet him this time: "Hi sir, what do you need?"

"A cup of custard, thank you."

The person who came in was also wearing a black suit and his hair was combed brightly, but he was wearing a mask covering half of his face.

— Dubney.

Dubnet finished speaking to the clerk in a very gentlemanly manner, scanned the store like Gin, and then locked Gin sitting on the edge of the table away from the window.

He had probably never seen such a normal gin, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Afterwards, Dubnet took a leather bag and walked quickly: "I'm sorry, I'm late...I'm a little late for work today."

"It's okay, I just arrived."

Gin was indifferent and authentic, stretched out a hand, his face was cold, and his tone was cold, "Information."

"Wait a minute." Dubnet sat down, opened the briefcase unhurriedly, and took out an envelope, "This is the latest information, I think it should be helpful to you."

He took the gin irresistibly, looked at the sealed bag that was still in good condition, and twitched the corner of his mouth invisibly.

This reminded him of the sealed test paper bag used for the college entrance examination...

Dubney is really...

Shaking his head inwardly, he broke the seal of the envelope without any effort, and took out a small stack of information inside.

The clerk also quickly delivered the coffee Dubney asked for, leaving a separate space for the two of them.

"Is this place your territory?"

Gin raised his eyelids and glanced at the clerk.

"Of course, otherwise, why would I choose this kind of coffee shop as a trading point?" Dubonit said irrefutably, "If you need any alcohol, it's also available here."

"No, I came here by car and don't drink."

Gin rejected the proposal righteously, "Do you have any information about that person?"

"Yes, but it's very vague. He seems to have noticed that someone of us is following him, so he deliberately concealed his trajectory." Dubnet shook the coffee cup, but didn't intend to drink it.

This disappointed Gin who wanted to see what he looked like.

But Qin Jiu became more and more certain in his heart that the other party must be someone working in a nearby unit.

Gin immediately began to browse through the documents slowly.

Time gradually passed while flipping, and the hour hand gradually crossed the sky and pointed to 1.

After about an hour, Gin finally finished browsing the stack of documents, and threw these useless papers on the table:
"I probably understand...destroy it."

Dubney silently put the materials into the envelope bag, took out a lighter, lit the entire envelope bag, then put it in the ashtray, and let it burn into ashes.

Qin Jiu took a look at the flames, stood up, "Let's go."

"Walk slowly."

Dubney sat in his seat and nodded slightly without getting up.

Gin took two steps, then suddenly turned around:
"Dubonet."

"……what?"

"Next time, don't choose the location next to the Metropolitan Police Department."

This time he was out of sorts.

Dubney: "..."

He looked at the Metropolitan Police Department building in doubt, then looked back at Gin Jiu who had an 'I'm very upset' face, lost in thought.

Is the Metropolitan Police Department so powerful?
Dubney was a little confused about the idea of ​​gin. He usually danced around the Metropolitan Police Department and got used to it.

After Gin left, Dubbonit took off his mask and took a sip of coffee.

Around 01:30, another person pushed the door open:

"Hey! Monsieur Dubonnet, am I just right? The gin is leaving now? Oh, by the way, give me a Chablis!"

"Ok, yes sir..."

The clerk had probably never seen such an enthusiastic member, and he was a little hesitant to answer.

It was Chablis who came in this time.

He walked to the edge of the table and stared at Duborg, "Hey, Mr. Duborg, why aren't you talking?"

"...You're late." Dubnet put down his coffee, "but it's not too late, the gin just left."

(End of this chapter)