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

When the cities of Japan are shrouded in darkness, it is not yet noon in Europe and the United Kingdom.

The same thing is that the date here is as perverted as the global synchronization, often hailstorms the day before, and the sun shines the day after...

However, due to its own climate, Britain is not as hot as Japan even in summer.

In addition, today's weather is not beautiful, with several thick layers of dark clouds covering the sky, it is still broad daylight, but it is depressing to see.

This kind of weather that looks like a downpour will happen in the next moment, most people shook their heads when they saw it.

But one group of people are exceptions:
"It looks like it's going to rain."

The entrance to the dark dungeon.

In a seemingly gorgeous small street shop, a very well-dressed woman stood in the shadows by the window, fiddled with her black curly hair, looked at the dark scenery, but her eyes were a little playful.

"Excellent weather, isn't it? Ma Yin." The aristocratic man sitting at the small round table by the window took a sip of his wine glass, "I just don't know if MI[-] would dare to continue their work in this weather. plan."

The beautiful woman called 'Ma Yin' chuckled, and quickly closed the curtains, covering everything outside, and at the same time making the room even darker.

The dark room, where the lonely man and the widow are in the same room, is really suitable for doing something.

such as……

light candles.

A red candle was lit in the dark environment, reflecting Ma Yin's flawless face.

The man who was sitting at the table before was silent for some reason, holding the wine glass in his hand, and paused for several seconds.

After deliberating for a few seconds, he slowly opened his mouth: "Ma Yin...the light switch is on your left."

What age is this, are you still lighting candles? ?

Why are all his teammates weird? ? ?

"I know, Mark." Ma Yin's eyes were very bright, "But don't you think this weather is very suitable for having a candlelight dinner? Besides, using candles saves electricity."

"It's saving electricity, it's a waste of a candle, and it's ten years old."

The man in front of the table, maybe he should be called Mark, had an inexplicable distress in his eyes, "Also, it's not even lunch yet, and the chef hasn't even gone to work, let alone dinner."

When Ma Yin heard this, she immediately showed a bored expression. After blowing out the candles, she turned on the light listlessly, "Mark, you are really as boring as ever."

"That's thanks to my former teammates." When the lights came on, Mark picked up his glass again, "You don't know how capable Anderberg is, remember when I was 'interesting', 1 minute He can say seven out of ten sentences...the remaining three are because I can't fit in one minute, so I didn't count."

Dazed, Ma Yin was amused by him, "Please, Anderberg? Didn't you say that he wasn't your teammate ten years ago?

Why, after changing so many teammates, you still miss him? "

The slightly teasing words made Mark a little angry: "Fuck you! That's because one of the people who changed in the back is like a dumb person. They can't fart a day all day. I'm almost bored died!"

"Oh~~" Ma Yin dragged out the ending and laughed, "So you need to breathe other people's farts so you don't get suffocated?"

"--puff!!"

Before the red wine that had just been tasted had time to be savored, the wine glass spurted out mercilessly.

With a dark face, Mark slammed the quilt on the table, "Ma Yin, let me tell you, if you say another word, I will ask the higher-ups to change teammates!"

Ma Yin blinked and smiled sweetly, "Oh, don't be angry Mark, I was just joking."

After a pause, she also picked up another wine glass on the table and complained: "Speaking of which, how long are we going to stay in this junkyard? After those people break through here and find out that they have been tricked?"

They have stayed in this place for long enough. Since they received the order to garrison this ruined place, they are like the underground forces in wartime. Their entry and exit are restricted.

This is simply torture for idlers like them who usually like to run around and find some targets to blow their heads.

Not to mention here...

"Ma Yin, be careful what you say, this is not some 'junk dump'."

Mark said seriously, "Even if you want to shorten it, it should be called 'Scrapland.'"

"..." Ma Yin rolled her eyes, "Isn't it the place where the failed experiments live? It's so literary...Mark, I went down to see it, and it's almost like a mental hospital.

...By the way, your teammate An is also a test subject, right?What experiment has been conducted before that can make so many people look like this. "

While speaking, Ma Yin put down her wine glass and rubbed her arms, wondering if it was because of the goosebumps from thinking about the underground scene.

However, Mark failed to answer her question: "I don't know."

He seemed to be recalling something, and his tone was a little subtle: "Those who can be selected as experimental subjects are lucky...but unfortunately, I was not qualified to participate in the experiment at that time."

"Do you call those people lucky? I'm afraid there will be no misfortune in this world." Ma Yin curled her lips.

"You don't understand, at that time we... Forget it, it's useless to talk about the past." Mark shook his head, "However, I now consider myself the lucky one.

However, those who survived the experiment all regarded that one as a god, and yearned for that one's hometown...

I heard that there is a holy place there. "

Ma Yin tilted her head, "You want to go to Japan too?"

Mark came back to his senses and sneered: "I'm sick? I've heard that Japan is very hot, and I have to travel through mountains and rivers, so I won't go."

There's nothing wrong with staying in your own den, who knows what's going on in the minds of those who think about going to Japan all day long.

Anyway, Mark himself just wants to hang on, like this time he has to face the task of MI[-], and hope that the higher-ups will not find him in the future.

"Crossing mountains and rivers? But you can definitely take a plane." Ma Yin said a little incomprehensibly.

mark:"……"

It's really not that he is obsessed with his former teammate An Han, it's that Ma Yin hates that his style is exactly the same as that one.

It would be more similar if there were fewer modal particles.

Mark's memory is halfway through.

Suddenly.

A loud gunshot sounded not far from here.

This gunshot sounded like some kind of switch, and immediately after that, successive gunshots played music in this block like raindrops.

Mark and Ma Yin looked out the window together, but the window was blocked by curtains, which blocked their sight.

But just by the sound, they could tell that the gunshots came from two streets away.

Occasionally there will be some roaring and roaring, but there is no screaming - because this area of ​​the enemy has been designated as a military exercise area as early as when those from MI6 (mi[-]) were operating, and all the original residents were taken away. Emergency evacuation.

As for where to evacuate...

This is not something they can manage.

"...It seems that those people have hope to conquer this place today."

While muttering, Mark took out a black box from under the chair, "I can finally use this thing."

Ma Yin's eyes became brighter: "Then we can end the mission and leave here today?"

"Well, I guess it should—"

Ding Ling~~~
Before Mark could finish speaking, the retro phone placed on the counter suddenly rang.

He immediately went over to pick it up: "..."

After quietly listening to the other party, Mark responded lightly with 'understand', shush put down the phone, then turned around regretfully and said to Ma Yin:

"I think our mission must continue."